I saw you in a painting

I saw you in the sky

I drew you and I made you up

When I saw my minds eye


The canvas, it was blank

But I painted it blue

And did you hold the easel

or did I give it you you?


I never saw the colors

I painted it alone

I painted and I painted

Until I found what I called home


I hold the paintbrush and I paint

What I think I need most

You took the paint, the canvas

And I became a host


I loved you in the first life

And I'll love you in the last

I'll love you in the future

And I'll love you in the past


And you will take the canvas

And you'll paint what I need

And I won't see the colors

But I will know the feed.


The canvas, it is black

Even though I'm painting blue

I'm seeing all the colors

All I think about is you.


I give up, and fill the cup

To wash the paint away

I want the canvas different, and ask

“Why do the colors stay?”


You fill me up and fill me up

With colors I don't know

You take the paint and canvas

And I don't know how to glow


I want the canvas blank

Even though I painted blue

I want a different picture

Even though I painted you


Don't tiptoe while we're together

You always sound so loud

You break through all the boundaries

And break through all the sounds


Theres always so much noise

And I just want it to stop

And when I touch the speaker

All I feel is that it's hot


I feel your touch and all I think

“Is this what I call home?”

I feel your touch again

And then I know that I'm alone


When you come through the boombox

I hear you loud and clear

And then I put the paintbrush down

“There is nothing to fear.”


A thousand and a half voices

And yours comes through all the time

I made you up, I gave me up

And now, “You are all mine.”

Republican Oval Office
From Bush to today

In administration as Republican the selfless campaign trail ahead marches over poverty dwelling on uninhabitable matter
Antitrust and homekey fraud


Assembly Member Irwin

Are you still there?

When poor impoverished Americans in California are dying one must resign

I'm a Irish American poet

Who are you?
What is the point of you?

I use letters to raise the literacy rate

You horrible uneducated cretons

Have yourself realize they can have you shot for being an obstruction to hearing.


#asmirwin #robertrivasca #realdonaldtrump #robertfkennedyjr #sylviaarenas #repbrownley #tonybiasotti #makenahuey #latimes

Since my adolescence and my consciousness began to grow,
Within a shadow began to develop with me side by side.
On the days I smile ear to ear, my shadow is lurking near.

I feel its haunting aura deep in my bones like an itch I can't scratch.
When it takes me and absorbs me, my presence is not there, and my impulses take over.
Suddenly my phone is in my hands, cutting off all my friends.
Suddenly a cold piece of metal is in my hands, cutting whats left of me.
I hear it whispering to me in the dead of the night, stripping me of my worth.

And then in the morning it leaves without a goodbye, leaving me to deal with  reality.
But am I really alone when any moment my shadow can return, after all, the shadow is just a part of me.

The cycle never ends, the highs and lows.
Mom says its puberty, I am just a kid. Now I'm 17 and yet I always loop back to where it all started, where the shadow introduced itself without a hello.
Will my shadow leave me once puberty ends, or will I cut everyone off by then.

If you had loved me half as much
Maybe there'd be something left

A sea of white clouds
With a little grey sometimes
Meet my jaded eyes
And fill me with delight

In between the clouds
A peep of the sun is seen
And I can see some homesteads
If my sight is still quite keen

When the plane takes off, I feel
A wish to soar high too
Nothing calms me more
Than a glimpse of the sea so blue

In my thoughts and dreams I see
The galaxy spread before me
My imagination knows no bar
I am free to choose my star

My spirit flies unrestrained
It knows it’s boundaries though
For Societal norms may limit it
And try to contain the flow…

So I take full care to see
That my roots remain earth-bound
For though my thoughts may fly
My feet are still on the ground.

From Bush to today

In administration as Republican the selfless campaign trail ahead marches over poverty dwelling on uninhabitable matter
Antitrust and homekey fraud


Assembly Member Irwin

Are you still there?

When poor impoverished Americans in California are dying one must resign

I'm a Irish American poet

Who are you?
What is the point of you?

I use letters to raise the literacy rate

You horrible uneducated cretons

Have yourself realize they can have you shot for being an obstruction to hearing.


What was that guy Robert Rivas about?

Being nearest assembly bills of Jacky Irwin

Mr Rivas
Mrs Irwin
You report to the administration given in the entire day
That is clear
Your not to dictate nor report on top of the administration
Speech and hearing of for and from administration allows reporting to you both as a singular duty liberty


Sunday, October 5th

How Long?
Will it take to create running water?

How long to rebuild the homekey apartment building?

How long till I approve individual to work with me in supportive services as I individually remove applications from employment here?

This I do for community service in Ventura County Thousand Oaks to build frames, habitats and constitutions.
#asmirwin #mikeytaylor #repbrownley #tonybiasotti #cagovernor #vcpublicdefender #venturapolice #vcsheriff #sbcpubdef #lapdhq


I repeat in the recession I left military Science to become an organizer community service without pay to save lives.

I'm above you

Long range goals come from my say so.

Civil Discourse is not Poetry but government articles of Continental Congress.  No alteration