If you knew me,
you would judge me and take
my words by your opinion, of my ways.
But as you don’t know me at all,
you must take my words as read,
with only their clear meaning.
Their truth is their worth,
or how easily they apply and
with them you identify.
I will not be controlled, I will operate.
I will not run nor hide, I will confront.
I will not shun nor ignore, I will accept.
I will not hurt or wound, I will think.
I will not be blind, I will see.
For pretense is to breed deep frustration, to nurture self hatred, solitude and fear.
Having declined these exits, I will be me.
To hover over awareness, yet never want to be.
Heavenly slumbering, in hazy, cloudy, spring thoughts.
Fluttering, eyes gasping at the air, like wings mid-flight.
No discrimination against, no organization within.
Sleep lingers a while, then attempts to leave you alone.
Like a beautiful drug, its scent is left, an elixir in bloom.
Defying time, in the faded corners of untold dreams.
A beautiful fairy tale, an untold gem, its light filters away.
Under the sudden canopy of light bright awakening, noises are felt.
Rolling, denial, diving back in, hoping for more.
But it is ended; it goes, leaving your vulnerable mind naked.
It will not come your way again, till night is drawn, on the striking sky.
Stoney man of Ireland
Ireland man of stone
I am your jewel
Your hearth in the cold
I am a Dove
A bird you dare not hold
Be bold and be strong
You of Irish blood
Remember if you dare
The path of the Dove
The path of peace is lonely
Though you are not alone
But the person walking at your side
Was an enemy of old
Stoney man of Ireland
Ireland man of stone
If you dare remember me
Let me enter to your home
I feel like a fish that’s staring, at a worm on a hook.
I don’t know what to think, when you give me that look.
Your eyes could take me and break my heart in two,
If I ever let myself, fall in love with you.
It’s a game you’re playing, just making up the rules.
You don’t care what you say, as it works for you.
You just want what’s in front of you, never mind the price.
The problem is, the thing you want, could screw up my life.
It’s a toy your after, something new to own.
It’s just beyond your reach, in someone else’s home.
But you don’t want to love it, just play for a while.
Then you’ll just return it, with a vixens smile.
And say;
You’re a fish that’s staring, at a worm on a hook.
You don’t know what to think, when I give you this look.
Yes, I know I could take you and break you in two.
As I know I will never, fall in love with you.
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