The No One is a charming girl
She flirts and sips and chirps and flits
Everybody has seen her
Though nobody can ever quite recall

The No One is a breezy mist of perfume
She sways and leads and flails and flees
She will ruin you
Though you will just as easily let her

She is always seen, never known
Always heard but never shown as anything more than a shadow or a fleeting moan

She destroys all she touches, though she never means to hurt
She never feels the fire in the match she holds til its long dead and burnt

Long gone
You cannot love the no one

The first,
Finding myself,
Discovering the nurture,
Realising the impatience,
Encountering the unconditional love,

The second,
Oh, the second,
Sheer bliss,
For a while,
Then,confusion,

The third,
Mastered it!,
Yeah, right,
No instruction manual,
Complexity in full swing....


(C) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com  13/01/2020

Shaken into structure I stand-
Four quaint pillars my base-
If light burns fire, act or act not.
The foundation of me will slowly break-
For you small thing-
My mistake.

Foolish speed bumps in my life
Do you have foibles?
Human quirks?


© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.

Mistakes are a demon
Bludgeoning you with a bat.
You get nothing but pain,
See nothing but failure.

And then your hospitable
Tormentor
Tells you to learn from
Getting beaten severely
By an infernal divine.

Its easier to blame others
For your own mistakes
Its even easier to blend in
When something higher is at stakes
But what you believe in
Are you sure you aren't making fool out of yourselves?

As a child growing,
time was my loyal companion,
Holidays coming in the perfect moment
Annual Birthdays never failing
Weekends always showing up.
But.
As an adult growing,
time has become an antagonistic companion
Never allowing me
To recover from
The past or
The present.
now there is another year gone
that includes
moments in which
I was drowning in mistakes
and seconds in which
I was floating in euphoria.
I want time to stop
For the ability to process
the gulps of bitter water
or sweet sensation of hovering in joy
as they happen,
Not when the ball drops
and we all scream,
For time has not ceased,
to show the world,
to show us,
to show me,
who is in charge.