Inside the wilderness of the deep dark Landraw wood forest,
Its bread of heaven.
Trees as if I'm in the Amazon,
Firs covering thy right shenanigans,
Trees branched out separately given me a hidden view inside and out.
Their conifers begin thirty feet high,
Given an all ground hidden breathless beauty view with all shadow of a doubt.

Enchanted forest a wood pecker gives off an intermittent peck of the wood,
Slowly as music to my ears one bird whistles conveys the other birds to join in like whistle in the wind.
A loud motor travels up the dirt written track,
I duck like I'm on the run,
Privacy is my number one with solitude to write this one.

I can see bits of the huge impressive opposite valley through the labyrinth of the trees.
To my left it is much clearer but to my centre right it becomes all fudge hidden from distant trees.
Little gaps of not knowing where you are,
This is where the squirrels start to come down to play and nut.
That eerie silence now,
no wind with every thing standing still just as I had found it in principal.
The echo tweet is down to one,
Its like a waiting for darkness falls like he's the last bird standing keeping a safe eye on it all.

If heaven laid an altar my God then this is it!
Fern furnished with a ready made block of firewood,
Broken down trees ready for chopping wood,
That wood pecker starts again on a slant wonder of its peck,
The mossy dry ground provides comfort but only in season,
The oldest bark laid to rest with a cushion of moss provides a shelf sound for a trumpet
Scattered bits of holly and the ivy,
Small young trees protecting its arrival in a back drop,
Only the wood can show off its colours of unity.

I hear chit chat someone is coming!
In all sudden I'm on the run again...

In this wooden area of land I can lay on my front and back,
This really is a big relax would be spot,
With all its mother nature Landraw it has the lot!

I've just seen the smallest bird that I have ever seen,
It shows himself to me perched upon a branch.
I think he's telling me to leave with a constant nagging bad whistle.
I can see the head of a runner running by,
There's no way he's spotting me or so he should,
Free here in Landraw wood.

O'Reily@17072014.

Yes or No? What's it gonna be?
Beleaguered answered.
So what's it gonna be?? Yes or No?
Inside a be dazzling question.
An activity piranha snapping, flapping and oozing its spelling so dam daring its riddle per using up with indeed feeling.

Prisoner scope or a good look out?
Sweetness so high from a daring feet
But it left without a motive,
Sang from a tree top notice,
Smiled and softly spoken wild but no oak had been twisted or broken,
But Yes or No? If hath think so,
So down with that special forsooth!

Sun shaded the happy go lucky raided,
The bass faded.
Into a room so wonderful,
The eyes they confided,
The lips they collided,
Peter Stokes not neccerssary connected!
So Yes or No? Tell me Yes or No?
Speak out of it now slow,
Let tender nous grow,
In a world so far away stars appear and star fade to disappear,
But there en lies what to know,

Will it be Yes or No?


Choices! Choices sea sand of knowledge,
Yes or No? Its time counts its seconds and in just a sec....
Rolex or to make a wrist chain Switch? To a time back to there of not forgot,
Not too haste and not to which,
Bare in mind that freedom not until what not of the walls could crumble down direct or like dark grey clouds suffocating, squeezing from a life its very existence.

But Really Yes or No?

O'Reily@23072014

As I write underneath the midnight clock,
Its tick tock strongly held upon the old oak mantle piece block,
Sandwiched between a bed rock table with twig let sticks scattered beneath my feet,
Made from that old oak&idylic sweet.

My hand nervously shakes the feathered pen slow, beginning to peruse all control as a master piece endeavours,
A fine wine so lip tip fruity and measured,
Oh but that butter wouldn't melt in her mouth,
His whiskey breath hanging on to a ginger rusty nail,
Gingerly he walks away,
She's heartbroken by his imp articular silence just a groan from a Dibley clown male.

Now there's a fly in his soup and cut ten doorstep loaves that crumbs the suit.
A hue and cry,
Sanctioned and absconded a meteor rock has landed,
Rock ash plumes fuels the late night skies,
Away from paradise she weeps and then she cries,
From her small cabin seat lost above the clouds staring down at the abyss land full of creeps and clouded pillow puff vales that slowly passes her way,
She stares on her motionless flight heralds.

She touches down on a threnody reminisces Brecon coffee hardy,
To which it blew a tear to her eye.
No more her engine seizes it breakers off,
Her demeanour has her tight fist heartbroken heart shattered into pieces of glass,
Her love is filled only in a half glass,
Still full of Love just one too many bruises causing frustration beneath her calm posterity,
Only someone somewhere can see what she can see,
Under that old oak&idylic sweet.

Torn on apologies no affection but long term miseries,
No lessons in love from the free bird that flew so high,
Selfish caters only for him who can't leave the past behind,
Can't communicate his problem and not keeping for keeps but misses her lovely radiant smile and Eire she speaks,

Her laugh as an acorn falls from the old oak and it hits him as a reminder of what's to come in such winter deep,
Autumn golden brown leaves falling, blowing in the wind to rest only on a large vacuum left devoid ed and unheard ed for him to weep and sweep.

When the wind ruffles thy feathers and the birds they do tweet,
I'll promise to keep this poem for you under that old oak&idylic sweet.

O'Reily@22062014

Bang on the vingt a round of liquor with a flavour of talent,
Submerged in an atmosphere with warm friends spirited by a Sunny Benidorm.

Sonny Jim, beach bar bikini slim,
Music from the seventies&eighties;,
Sun beaming a view of a rock horizon
wedged in a silver cloud lining,
Wide-screen panoramic source by a Kopparberg.
The cool tip of an ice berg,
Sun burst that if only time could stand so still,
That mixed fruit cider below a mountain glass of ice that could never melt a feud of alcohol sworn in to your mouth,
Echo voices a speed boat speeding around #by a coated bannana boat of dare makers predicting a riot,
Now I leave this and go with my mind dripping, resting, sitting here in Utopia Benidorm addressing peace and quiet.

O'Reily@14072014

Money friends tie up all loose ends,
Disappeared no trace, no song,

Coastal strips calm sea hits,
Seagulls screech the sky.
Sun shade cliffs the landscape lifts, Mother I do love to be beside the seaside.

Interesting accusation haunted by the mirror on the wall,
So singled out for nothing but all because of something when rumour had it all,
The blinks blinking quicker,
The eyes roll cry me a river,
Nor can't keep still, gone lost forever.

An acrimonious fate slides in to deep,
California is far to far away for all us to seek.
In its language fallen from grace my accent shelved the night,
Talks about sequential topics that changes a different colour white.

Darkened was I,
As my eyes laid shut in all tranquil,
Resting in places,
In cases more often than not,

In Graves end thy shall meet,
Sleep in a tomb with just no body, no soul only bones skull to feet,
Lying there still, cold, dark till focus not shattered a bone leaf sleep and thy worship prayer done for that harvest feast.

O'Reily@10072014

Comfort is in what you've got,
take what comfort you've excelled a lot!

Stay close to me, so close to me,
Dance with me, then chance with me,
Sacred to my heart.
A meteor struck the very start,

If its difficult for you then please say no.

Take solace and let it grow, take light of all situation flows,

Stay close to me, so close to me,
Talk with me, so talk to me,
A second thunder of an attack.
As the lightning struck my very back.

If its difficult for you then please say no.

What's the story baby?
Where's that sun shone diagram?
For hours, a second lately,
Sleep then wake its just began.
Too many other stories,
Too many outcomes one
Has it for reeled me baby?,
sender out and comfort one.

Oh she says,
And she prays,
Oh she comes like the ocean,

Just are you in it for the long run?

Take comfort in what you got, its comfort is that what you for got.

Stay close with me if not with me,
A breath in and all its neatness,
Fiction or Fact,
The ending hasn't lacked.

If its difficult for you then please say no.

O'Reily@03072014

Life is relentless there's no more time to live,
One foot off the gas and no more time to give,
When you wake a little motivate it takes some time for me to operate,
I know what's coming I await patiently it waits

Strung along  I reappear back to the same spot where I ordinary belong,
Riding through the night,
Driving home before daylight,
Every street with a different score until I want no more.

Engine switches off the bodies tired relaxed to a tee,
Imagination wanders off,
Luck brings back a crete of creativity, like a mind in an ancient box,
It springs to life like a chip of the old block,
It ticks and it talks silently experiments those dictionary words that can express gain and loss.

A little cure to this fear its all I know,
It doesn't come near, quilt covers all and it shields,
I'm never coming out but neither can I sleep concious dreaming with a banging heartbeat.

So let me sleep in all this wilderness,
Let me feel the love of happiness,
I promise to keep the next day I repeat this more often than not with a life little less ordinary.

I'm still waiting for this change like all my life its how I behave,
True to the word of fate it hides its destiny seal and it frustrates.

As if that was all meant to be,
Nothing unusual just a life little less ordinary and a bit more of me.

O'Reily@17052013