Choices are made a fire is burning. Experiences made this lifetime, still churning. All of us figuring out what is right, what is wrong; stay by the light, throw down a log. If mustn't you stay, forever be there warmth. Of the fire, of the choices. The ones you made.

I drank enough for the mirror to start telling the truth. There was a man behind the bar. He had my eyes, my debts, and the rotten manners of a man who refuses to stop breathing. I ordered another whisky. Not to forget. Forgetting is a luxury the dead seem to possess rather well. I smoked until my fingers smelt

I left my dreams beneath the tree, where silver shadows crossed the ground, and whispered all the things to me that no one else had ever found. The moon was hanging low that night, a quiet lantern in the blue, and every star became a light that somehow led me back to you. I walked along the empty road, with yesterday beneath my feet, carrying every hidden word I was too afraid to speak. Then morning slowly touched the sky, and painted gold across the gray. I watched the darkness fade and die, but somehow wished that it could stay.

fly high you swans banish the curse of Eve forever from our sight Aisling dreams on Samhain eve Luna dances with Aengus reaching for Caer Ibormeith calling to her from the lake under the yew tree together we'll curse the Augustine with the promise of Spring seeds we hold; we'll sow from hands fastened with links of silver and gold singing a new song as it should be banishing the curse of Eve

My Wife My wife is the one and Only Without her I feel lonely She is my support, she is my kind Her love has made me blind Whenever I need her, she is there This shows how much she cares She overlooks my shortcomings Often forgets, often forgiving Her cooking is wonderfully good I can't prefer another food Curious, intelligent and beautiful She lives clean and ever dutiful Cherishes honesty and likes dignity Very appealing but hates vanity My wife is the one and only Without her I feel lonely

A faint caress, a soft whisper, a hidden love wrapped in the sweet scent of roses. A forbidden love, yet the gentlest ever seen. The heart aches, for Cupid’s arrow has been removed. A dilemma at stake for the heart aches for what it has lost. A dull ache continues to pulse, but life moves on as we wait for another Cupid’s arrow, hoping, praying that this time will be the last. Because the heart is broken, hanging on by a thread,and it cannot survive another broken dream.

The nectar his love,,A bee buzzes away Pure white,,Takes his time There's no rush,,Still early today The sun a quarter up,,Warmth in the sky His wings fall down,,From the form of a pointed crown The air so mild,,His wings grace the breeze He hits the sky,,His stomach is full Nectar the energy,,His nature,,His love He floats through the sky,,As i watch and see Pure white,,So beautiful to glimpse for free,,A wonder a miracle to me He seems so swift,,Circling so high My eyes do follow,,A fence i rest,,

the worst of humanity is cloaked in the best of intentions embedding ideas in your head normalizing what is abnormal inverting meaningful words to fit the narrative truth becomes speculation the cosmological rug pulled out from under your feet we used to wonder how good people can be so deceived to put corpses in camps by the millions the reality is how easy it can be you when you want so hard to believe in someone else's truth ignoring the fingerprints of its assumptions

a fearsome place is the calm below the surface storm of wind and waves letting go of Enbarr’s mane over the currach gunwale I go to the deep below from the skin of the boat through the skin of the briny where I can breathe walk upon the Isle of Apple Trees say hello to Bran and Cormac learn the ways of the crane bag aboard the Wave-sweeper of the Son of the Sea standing proud atop Binevenagh Co Derry

A wild field,,Flowers straw and hay A mild fantasy,,My thoughts at play A world,,A beautiful butterfly To dream my day away A cabbage white floats right by Wings like angels opened wide A tranquil bloom as it flies Drifting gentle in the air Pure white is the butterfly's name His life is short,So his made my day He lands softly on a petal The rose does sway