Tag: Love

Ode to Morpheus

Ode to Morpheus
By AJ O’Brien.

Upon the ancient shores
of a midnight Goliath,
beneath the sorrows
of a chosen few,
does sing
a bird of paradise.

And the many
they did look upon and weep,
for an endless army
of forgotten love.
So the song does sleep,
quietly, and for eternity. 

Happy stuff

Happy stuff
By AJ O’Brien.

Kilburn and the High Roads
laughing out loud,
tears of joy
the cheer of a crowd.

The Blockheads
a scream of delight
lime green socks
flying a big red kite.

Billericay dickie
the smile of a child,
flying first class
flowers growing wild.

Clever Trevor
a standing ovation,
spelling colour with a u
London Waterloo station.

What a waste
a new pair of shoes,
late night shopping
singing the blues.

Sweet Gene Vincent
a natural high
lamb doner kebabs
never saying goodbye.

Forgotten dreams

Forgotten dreams
By AJ O’Brien.

Within her green eyes
stray images of a home,
forgotten dreams a whisper
as a song of death
cuts her to the bone.

Just a stone shadow
I didn’t want her to die,
but I can’t save a wish
she became an empty place,
there’s nothing left. I really did try.

Whispered dreams have died
beneath the souls of many dead,
a clock lays ticking
and time did end
because of something I never said.

Pebble Island

Pebble Island

Written by my late sister-in-law.
Deirdre Travers.

I carved myself a country
though jagged rough and sharp,
It was rounded smooth and polished,
by the sound of an ancient harp.

I fashioned it out of solid rock
with veins of marble and gold,
and thought it could stand against the world
until time it self, grew old.

It wasn’t supposed to be very big
I didn’t want an empire,
just a place to be at peace
with more to give, than fear and fire.

To many, my rock was another dying day
just floating upon a sea.
God help them, all they saw was rock,
but it was beautiful to me.

Animal heaven is where…

Animal heaven is where…
By AJ O’Brien.

Dogs ride little green bicycles
and take kittens for a ride,
where when the sun goes down
lions and deer, sleep side by side.

Where every Friday, foxes gather
along with hamsters and chickens,
upon a cloud of silken white
to discuss the works of Charles Dickens.

Where bats have super eyesight
and giraffes never have sore throats,
grizzly bears wear nose pegs
when dancing with smelly goats.

Where horses race snails
and snakes are never ever mean,
all frogs have a leg on each corner
and cows sing in fields of green.

Where all ants are named Eric
and ducks wear little blue hats,
dolphins sunbathe on the beach
and penguins are super acrobats.

Where tigers drink red wine
and spiders weave webs of gold,
fish swim and are never caught
and polar bears don’t know the word cold.

Animal Heaven is where
when their time has come,
all God’s creatures go
and do nothing, but have fun.

Dance of a Thousand Kings

Dance of a Thousand Kings
By AJ O’Brien.
For my wife, Pauline.

If I could I would catch a dream
a dream filled with love
and wonderful things.
Holding it locked within my heart
until a time when we were apart.

Then this dream of our love
would rise from within my soul
and together we would dance
as an angel sings,
the dance of a Thousand Kings.

Narcissus

Narcissus
By AJ O’Brien.

Sanctuary Oh sanctuary
hidden behind the eyes,
an empty pool of light
caught within a truth,
disembowelling hungry lies.

And he did bleed words
of hope and fear,
intoxicated by love of self
embracing his other,
within a reflection clear.

So sweet the kiss of another
Oh how the soul can roam,
but to love thy self
within a heart darkest,
one is sure to die alone.

Asylum

 

Asylum
By AJ O’Brien.

Shadows turn to dust
voices melting
slipping to the floor,
reality
tumbling memories,
an unwanted smile.

Far away echoes
charred remains, a distant place.
A graveyard secret
mistakes stain her mind.
Someone to love forever
meaningless thoughts that float away.

Above and beyond

Above and beyond
By AJ O’Brien.

Struggling for light
my mind high and dry
seeking only solitude
beneath a crowded sky.

Madness, so enticing,
kneeling before a killer’s grave,
can you forgive me Lord
her soul I could not save.

Darkness, a lonely companion
my heart is midnight black,
I can no longer abide
the thought of looking back.

I pierce my heart
with a dagger long,
falling falling
beneath her empty song.

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