Apparently my head is always in the clouds, and that I should not speak so loud. Apparently my moods always change, or I am just "too bloody strange". Apparently you are absolutely right, when you say I am not that bright. or that I am easily lead astray, and even walk in a weird way. … Continue reading Apparently
Poetry
Seed
I was buried deep beneath the clay Not yet aware of the daylight. Curled up and cloistered, feeling the hours pass away while shadows slipped through earthworm tunnels. Gradually I grasped some sense to reach for soil below; gravity - my clarity, all I cared to know. Then it one day occurred to me that … Continue reading Seed
Untitled
What do I do now? Where will I go? Must the sun set on all that I believe I know? Then again, What do I know? I must know some things . . . At least, I used to think so.
First
Raining hard again . . . Your lips against mine, at last! I sigh, excited.
Rain falls on Ryan(air)
Split splatPitter patter –So, the rain taps at my window,then batters.First in angst, then with calm,Heavily and hazily, in the balmyFebruary I watch and wait, drinking in the dayAs Ryanair fritters my time away …I am not much of a waiter – what can I say?Standards must be met; checks must be made. Tick tick, … Continue reading Rain falls on Ryan(air)
Fold
I suppose it's easier to hate you. Forgiveness is for fools, right? I look around. I hope and pray, then turn and mull things over; my hoping turns to brewing until even my prayers seem bitter. I want to say I am sorry, even though you no longer care. So you go about your day, … Continue reading Fold
Mo chuisle
Drifting in and out of sleep, Not a sound can be heard but the rushing beating heart within me. Someone in mind and memory breathes such life into me! My love renews me; how deeply he moves me, makes me more than what I am, Shows me all that I can be. . . He … Continue reading Mo chuisle
A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
We bury our dead as we sing of tomorrow, and mourn for our fallen whilst we dream of a hero. The lights of our city won't warm us tonight, and kindness is scarce among those who fear for their lives. The brave and bold now peaceful and cold can't hear the cries of their children … Continue reading A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
Sincerely, Sore Loser with a migraine
Alright, you win if you must,If winning be vengeance.If victory be brute belligerence,By all means, claim your crown.If honour be petulance and petty spite.You take such delight in putting others down. Fine, you win if you feel that it is just,If bending rules to your bidding is fair.I am not opposed to friendly competition,But you … Continue reading Sincerely, Sore Loser with a migraine
Lost for words
It is a struggleTo find the right words,Yet when they emergeI am seldom prepared. With nowhere to store them,My mind lets each one slip through the net.Its weave seems to wear,and is getting largerAs I get older,And more and more thoughtsAnd ideas,Swim off,And care not for being caught. One time, when again,I was not ready … Continue reading Lost for words
Ardent Writing 