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  May 2016 Paul Gilhooley
Linni Krieg
Your eyes
Make me weak
Your eyes
Make me scared to tell the truth
Your eyes
Can bring me to my knees
I don't know why
Baby, your eyes
Are the window to your soul
If I fail to see the truth
Your eyes
Tell me everything
I need to know
Paul Gilhooley May 2016
Cautiousness continually causes chagrin,
Beautifully by being ****** boring,
Always arguing against animation.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
Paul Gilhooley May 2016
My creative style would always rhyme,
From bold to cold, time after time,
In poetic verse, there is no crime,
In which each stanza forms this rhyme,
It forms a narrative, that's clearly mine,
Do I like order, is this the sign?
For regularity my heart doth pine?
My poems form 'round rhythmic twine,
I'd better stop, I've reached line nine.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
Simple silly verse.
Paul Gilhooley May 2016
Melancholy hopes for soothing slumber,
Dashed by unrepentant angst,
The incessant ticking of digital time,
Clouds my mind with silent noise.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
  May 2016 Paul Gilhooley
jane taylor
hitherto i naively challenged
my decision to enter an ominous existence
a vicious maze veiled in obscurity
inconceivable to navigate without the accumulation
of bruises, heartache, and psychic mutilation

the torment’s ache so unfathomable
i begged to evaporate beseeching death’s arrival
and with the dexterity of a masterful wizard
i magically spun threads of my shredded soul
into a mangled ball of mental lacerations

then stealthily in the opaque of the night
i rushed the frigid black ocean’s high tide
and deluging myself in the ebony water
i buried the battered ball
now deeply eclipsed in the onyx abyss

it sapped all my strength to hold it under
drowning in the wave’s of sea motion
stinging salt alive on my pours
gasping for air i surrendered my grip
releasing my marred orb of élan vital

capitulating to the sand on the beach
i ceded the fight and watched the sphere roll
unraveling it glistened against the white sand
an opalescent tapestry lit by twilight
mirroring the stars against the coal sky

in the lustrous lunar midnight
reflected back by silver moonlight
littered with specks of fluorescent insight
astonished i drew in my breath as i read
words interlaced in the untangled web

the wounds are there
creating a looking glass
peer in
and you will heal
your own consciousness

©2016janetaylor
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