Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Imagination
Innovation
Is my true love
My nakedness
In passion is
Explicit
Imagination
Is my fantasy
My hidden image
In ecstasy
I am in it
Is my fantasy
My hidden image
In ecstasy
I am in it
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
THE CIRCLE IS CLOSING
THE CIRCLE IS CLOSING
We must be quick
We must be speedy
We must be mad
We must be greedy
We must be equal
We must be square
We must be somewhere
We must be there
We must be eager
We must be fast
We must be mindful
Of our ancient past
Saturday, 6 March 2010
THE SHADOW
A shadow of myself
Like an unused jar upon pantry shelf
Holding memories or buttons
For shirts we never mend
For thoughts we never send
Or share with those we love
An image of despair
Sitting lonely in this chair
Holding court or conference
For the friends who never call
I have no visitors at all
Nobody’s looking in to see
A thought inside my mind
Cruelly harsh but not unkind
Holding excitement of a reality
For what little I have left to give
For in my time yet left to live
Persistence in silence until the end
Like an unused jar upon pantry shelf
Holding memories or buttons
For shirts we never mend
For thoughts we never send
Or share with those we love
An image of despair
Sitting lonely in this chair
Holding court or conference
For the friends who never call
I have no visitors at all
Nobody’s looking in to see
A thought inside my mind
Cruelly harsh but not unkind
Holding excitement of a reality
For what little I have left to give
For in my time yet left to live
Persistence in silence until the end
Monday, 1 March 2010
IN WATER
In water we are one
Flowing from one source
In ions of energy splashing rocks upon
Gushing onward to our course
One path without deviation
To the river from a natural fountain
Casting energy in ebb and flow
Slithering quickly down the mountain
Towards the valley below
Through open doorways seeping
Still receding without notion or mellow
As our misery lays weeping
Flowing from one source
In ions of energy splashing rocks upon
Gushing onward to our course
One path without deviation
To the river from a natural fountain
Casting energy in ebb and flow
Slithering quickly down the mountain
Towards the valley below
Through open doorways seeping
Still receding without notion or mellow
As our misery lays weeping
Thursday, 25 February 2010
DOES IT MATTER
At the most basic level of existence, matter is nothing other than a field of potential and possibilities
Where ever you focus your attention, where ever you put your energies, that is what will grow.
There are no limitations to the mind and body except those that you choose to accept.
Where ever you focus your attention, where ever you put your energies, that is what will grow.
There are no limitations to the mind and body except those that you choose to accept.
Monday, 22 February 2010
FROM FAMINE TO FEAST
This island green from sea to ocean
Beyond the pale in perpetual motion
Is free embodied yet in disguise
The white boys hide behind blacked out eyes
Where potato crops failed then rain offered blight
No sympathy of others as more died each night
In famine starvation yet still in ignorance
Now standing on the cusp of pure providence
The golfing the yachting all objects of wealth
Are traded exchanged for poor literary health
From O’Casey to Yeats from Collins to Russell
The Celtic tiger once more flexed her muscle
Now feasting on the beast of capitalism
Without concepts of that future vision
It’s lost like all the other sheep of this union
Beyond compare and in confusion
This Emerald jewel from crag to mountain
The other worlds door through natures fountain
Is flowing freely but in disregard
For the poorest ones when the days get hard
This notion this dream from Howth to Sneem
The offering up of our thickest cream
In hope or desperation then resignation
The rising from the ashes of the new Irish Nation
Beyond the pale in perpetual motion
Is free embodied yet in disguise
The white boys hide behind blacked out eyes
Where potato crops failed then rain offered blight
No sympathy of others as more died each night
In famine starvation yet still in ignorance
Now standing on the cusp of pure providence
The golfing the yachting all objects of wealth
Are traded exchanged for poor literary health
From O’Casey to Yeats from Collins to Russell
The Celtic tiger once more flexed her muscle
Now feasting on the beast of capitalism
Without concepts of that future vision
It’s lost like all the other sheep of this union
Beyond compare and in confusion
This Emerald jewel from crag to mountain
The other worlds door through natures fountain
Is flowing freely but in disregard
For the poorest ones when the days get hard
This notion this dream from Howth to Sneem
The offering up of our thickest cream
In hope or desperation then resignation
The rising from the ashes of the new Irish Nation
Sunday, 21 February 2010
AHAUN
The fairies glance beside gushing water
Down the hillside towards the Feale
The Clurachauns sing as undines dance
Making the setting so surreal
In north Kerry by this mountainside
A deosil dance round sacred well
The minstrels the poets the weavers
Casting their enchanting spell
To the pagan chieftain with serpent sword
Remember his heritage past
In the bulrushes by the little ford
To the Shannon flowing fast
In mythological mysticism
A long way we go back
Over these black bleak mountains
Upon seldom travelled track
Of good people or of Fianna
The lover of the hound
Evoking natures elements
To reach from surf to sound
Our fire is low as dawn awakes
A solstice sun does shine
Upon lucky spirits standing here
Through the centuries of time
Down the hillside towards the Feale
The Clurachauns sing as undines dance
Making the setting so surreal
In north Kerry by this mountainside
A deosil dance round sacred well
The minstrels the poets the weavers
Casting their enchanting spell
To the pagan chieftain with serpent sword
Remember his heritage past
In the bulrushes by the little ford
To the Shannon flowing fast
In mythological mysticism
A long way we go back
Over these black bleak mountains
Upon seldom travelled track
Of good people or of Fianna
The lover of the hound
Evoking natures elements
To reach from surf to sound
Our fire is low as dawn awakes
A solstice sun does shine
Upon lucky spirits standing here
Through the centuries of time
Wednesday, 17 February 2010
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Sunday, 14 February 2010
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
HUMAN DREAMS
Together we are invincible
Of relevance to earth and sky
Through undying living principle
Applicable to you and I
In nature children marvel
At sacred presence in flowing stream
In memories we unravel
The collective human dream
Of relevance to earth and sky
Through undying living principle
Applicable to you and I
In nature children marvel
At sacred presence in flowing stream
In memories we unravel
The collective human dream
Monday, 1 February 2010
Friday, 22 January 2010
MOMENTS
In moments of magical madness a lifting veil cuts through the haze of polluted sky. Decades of decadence have brought us to this, a time of ignorance and self indulgence.
Then came the ice cold stone of consequence, the final arrogance and blindness of insight.
But that was just a moment ago...
Then came the ice cold stone of consequence, the final arrogance and blindness of insight.
But that was just a moment ago...
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