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I want to have an affair

I want to have an affair

salaciously exuberant free

surging with pulses of the earth beneath

and fires of the stars caressing night skies

writhing with passion dripped in the exhaustion of days

the warmth of dreams wrapped about souls

comforted in exhaled moments coveted none so lightly

yes…

I want to have an affair

an affair with

life.

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For years now

For years now
it’s been a desert
though it wasn’t always.
Once just on
the other side of need to forget
the lush and green
filled with life
and teamed
with anticipation
the wind kissed grass swayed
woodland bones creaked and moaned
Life bellowed life
and the world was filled
with such expectation.
but somewhere between
a season of drought
and seasons of chill
the rain stopped falling
and the clouds all fell down.
Now even the lizards
and scurrying things
barely come around.
My shadow sits
a single splash of
stone
where once there was
plush grass of flesh and bone
waiting patiently
for a spring
that cannot come…
yet.

Kiss me

Kiss me, Life
and give me breath that I might
fill my dreams with your beauty
be wrapped in your passion
the embrace of risk and the
cry of the daring poet.
Kiss me deeply
and cause my heart to swim
in the eternal spring of curiosity
that I might dive deep into the world
and raise up my soul to the
heavens, to be welcomed
among the stars.

I am a poet

I am a poet – born of fire and hatred – my world not fluttered with flower, filigree and faithful naivety but instead from affections and afflictions of hearts loved and lost, I found words my comfort and rhyme my resourceful foundation.

I am a poet – born of quicksand and waste – my world not cluttered with smooth, solid, or soluble sainthood but instead secured with impromptus and fill in the blanks of souls built and asunder’d, I found words my truth and meter my unbreakable bond.

I. am. a. poet.

I am a poet – born of hurricane and anguish – my world not covered with blanket, barrier and barren courage but instead by withstand and tenacity of wills hammered and hewn, I found words my armor and tempo my double edged sward.

I am a poet – born of tsunami and fear – my world not worn with newness, name-brand, and never used possibilities but instead from bought-back and additions of hands calloused and bruised, I found words my conviction and rhyme my faithful companion.

The night sky calls my soul – Éilíonn an spéir na hoíche m’anam

Éilíonn an spéir na hoíche m’anam

Tá mé ag tarraingt ar an ghealach

bheith réaltaí deora

ag titim i aisling

logh dom

logh grá dom

Ní féidir liom fanacht

glas na cnoic atá ag luascadh

ag damhsa an iníonacha

ar a n-éadach gorm dorcha

agus an caithfidh mé a bheith páirteach leo

ach ar an breacadh an lae

Beidh mé ar ais

ar an breacadh an lae

Beidh mé ar ais

mar sin logh grá dom

Éilíonn an spéir na hoíche m’anam

Tá mé ag tarraingt ar an ghealach

bheith réaltaí deora

ag titim i aisling

(English)

The night sky calls my soul

I’m pulling on the moon

stars to tears

falling into dreams

forgive me

forgive me love

I cannot stay

the green hills are swaying

the daughters are dancing

upon their dark blue cloth

and I must join them

but upon the dawn

I will return

upon the dawn

I will return

so forgive me love

and the night sky calls my soul

I’m drawn to the moon

tears become stars

falling into dreams

{{authors note: I hope the Gaelic is ok… forgive me if it is a bit disjointed.}}