To dare is scary,
Something new to the mind,
And seemingly wrong to all the eyes on you..
In search of perfection you realise you're only human,
Then you begin to live as you should,
Doing what matters to your heart,
Knowing you were born alone and will die alone,
Therefore the path in between your life and death must be under your rules,
On a straight path,acknowledging God your creator and living your life.

ANSEO A TÁ TÚ
(YOU ARE HERE )


Spring had come
dressed the farm

in its best green.

Even the sky
wore the latest blue

a sort of shy
eternity.

Birds had been
perfectly positioned

after a great deal of thought
by whoever had put them

there.

Furrows crawled lazily
across the face of a field

glistening with a newness
that the day couldn't

help but be
excited by.

The trees were beside
themselves

madly in love
with time

who had been kind
to them for ages now.

Ballea lay
smiling before him

Even its very name
made his heart dance.

Even the very saying of it
made his soul swoon.

"Anseo a tá tú!"
he says to himself.

The Irish sweetening
each loved syllable.

"You are here!"
he reminds himself

in case one of the birds only
spoke English.

And never was the boy
who had come back

in the shape
of a man

as delighted
as he.


"Anseo a tá tú. . .indeed!"
his ghost smiles to his self.

*


I am wishing that in his dying my father will return  to the little farm in Cork and complete his life cycle by being the ghost of the little boy who adored the earth and sky of his native place. I wanted to hold his hand and bring him here even if only in words. Da...you are here!

I picked Plato up
Off the side of the road
Had his thumb out
For Lord only knows

I questioned of him
Where he was going
He said with this mind
There's no way of knowing

Plato sat in the front
With the radio dial
Twisting the tunes
Mile after mile

Top 40 Pop
Is what he settled with
Like it or not
That's the mood he was in

With the windows down
His philosophy
Caught on the wind
Blew in the breeze

The day I picked Plato up
Off the side of the road
With his thumb out
For Lord only knows

I thought I knew what passion felt like
But learning to love you,
Was like learning to bike.
It was scary at first
But, freeing in all
And you first must learn
to let yourself fall
You should know
I'd never regret
The nights that we spent
I can never forget
Maybe they're tainted
To you, they were nothing.
I don't place blame,
I know you can't
Love me.
Learning to bike was thrilling and hard
But as someone once said,
All the finest things are.

her golden fullness
wanton astride
peaked horizon

moon-ravaged
impassioned night
bites down hard

There are days
where happiness
lives deep within
these sad walls of loneliness.