He still looks at me
Like I'm his Meredith. Make
of it what you want.

I see my book on your shelf
And yours on mine,

I would take our afterthoughts
And turn them into rhyme.

Every love story starts with
A blank page.
Take note,

People still write letters
Left for others to quote.

Each day with you
Leaves a poet at a loss for words.

I love you, Darragh.

A time for us,

A private bookcase
Sealed with kisses.

At a beautiful beach,
Enjoying the touch of waves against my body,
Enjoying the breeze passing through my hair,
Enjoying the water between my fingers,
But there's a weight tied to my leg,
Pulling me deeper into water,
Eager to show me the bottom,
Will that weight make me free from all of it,
Should I give myself to it!!?
Or should I fight it!!?
And return back to my MISERY.......

You make me fall in love alone all-day
But I was risen by the sun
I grow up with happiness and fun
When I fall in love again
I know the place I never get the pain
Every day you make me fall in love
By your beautiful shine
Staring at me
Until everything will be fine

owls pick clover leaves so that their disorders are detected, remarkable
power of being, peripheral parts of their existence, satiric reality
quotidian and cynical, disorders represent internal struggles, passive
owls' reductive and holistic approaches to heavy squalls ships madly
run into, ships shaken in confusion, captains gone, crew members
thrown into the sea, owls recognise a woman does not have anything but avid
interest in men, her husbands offending each other, a pervasive pattern
of dysregulation making life doubtful than uneasy, a commitment
to passionate detachment dependent on innocent identity
impossible, nothing is possible because owls' holy life is precisely
mapped out, grave consequences of sanctification and glorification, mythic
characters not remembered only because of their relation to dead
figures in Orpheus' old legend, speaking about a Jew sacrificed
at Auschwitz, events revealed with overtones existentially psychic

We're all mad here
the day you accept the bier
the moment you accept the fear
you understand, we're all mad here

We're all sad here
all is sorrow, a single tear
there is no tomorrow,  no home pier
you understand, we're all sad here

We're all angry here
all is lost cause, so strange, so queer
all is far, yet so near
you understand, we're all angry here

As a white rabbit dashes by
As a time flashes by
Late, late, late
for nothing and everything, too late