45cm x 75cm
2014
Wednesday 17 December 2014
Friday 5 December 2014
Tuesday 2 December 2014
Thursday 6 November 2014
Thursday 30 October 2014
Letting go
Disenthral
your idea of attainment
Happiness
seeks fulfillment through compaionable distribution
A
forlorn essence born out of heartache
longing
for a friend who understands
life
can seem fickle as memories of you conquer my nostalgia
uneager
to let go
My
inefficiency tastes like a lemon
Approaching
the edge now , my appendage in sight
Unconcerned
of my cold feet
As
in the breeze a timid heroism blows in.
By
Gary Molloy.
Being normal
An external world to
insinuate peace
Though my internal space
screams for release
Is Being normal
something you crave?
A Convenant epithet for being a slave
A stature of worth , as it kicks observance
Throwing off this
blanket of subservience
A venturesome , madcap
need to fit in
Auctioning your
fervor is where to begin
Failing Lucidity not the
greatest defeat
As this reverie is
pulled from under your feet.
Is Being normal
something you crave?
As your eminence and standing desperate to save
Unlikeness an Ample Endowment
Amity now your matchless
contentment
By Gary Molloy
Wednesday 1 October 2014
Tuesday 9 September 2014
Tuesday 5 August 2014
Tuesday 15 July 2014
Tuesday 8 July 2014
Monday 7 July 2014
Tuesday 24 June 2014
Wednesday 4 June 2014
Thursday 29 May 2014
Sorrow
Sorrow for tomorrow
Regret is marrying the past
A relationship built on bitterness
Is never meant to last
I dream’t I saw an angel
She whispered in my soul
Happiness dwells imperfect hearts
Joy is just the goal
A bird named forgiveness
Is caged inside of me
I’m opening up the hasp
To finally set him free
I thought I heard an Echo
Of a distant memory
A wisdom worth it’s weight in hope
Just learn to let things be.
Your wings
Groping in the
Dark
light vacates
despoiled aloneness is bare
Hell has a
warmth
The only
waking heat flows from your tears
Burning my
soul
Hope fleeting
Abruptly
Absent in my
idea of life
Can there be
openness
When your
silence screams for attention
Where is
Happiness
When Agony
Weighs more than Gold
Overflowing
with emptiness
Wings
Enfeebled at Birth
You so long to
Fly.
Wednesday 28 May 2014
Friday 23 May 2014
Thursday 22 May 2014
Prison
Sell
As I
delve to see within your soul
The
image of a butterflies wings unfold
A
lifetime struggling just to get by
But
now it’s time to learn to fly
As
you flutterby there’s a gentle knowing
Wherever
you go, loves always flowing
And
as you release the confines of your outermost shell
Look
to where you Stumbled not where you fell
As
you Emerge , you may lose Vision and your spirit lack Insight
At
times Crippled by Emotion at times tortured by fright
That’s
Why your Self Imposed Prison Mimmicks my Hell
Look
to where you Stumbled not where you Fell
I am
Hankering for altitude, Yet my aptitude is low
Now
my attitude Screams at me
‘As
above, So below’
As a
silent voice whispers “am I starting to Grow”
Freedom
is an attribute of a peaceful, open Mind
And
as a parachute only functions when open
So
does the
Mind
That
Shadow within your deepest self
Now
nurtured, tamed and gaining health
Do
you have a Soul to Sell
Look
to where you stumbled, not where you fell
That
Prison Sell it’s all in your Mind
There
are no Locks, Walls or Guards you’ll Find
As I
look out of these Illunsionary bars
Some
nights I see the dirt , and some nights the stars
Now
it’s time to abandon your self imposed State
Focus
only on what you Love and let go of what you hate
And
as you break free from this Fragile Hell
Remember
, look to where you stumbled not where you fell
Lost for words
I’m
lost , lost for words
Having
so much to say and
No
way to say it
Losing
your life
Through
debilitating illness
Makes
me feel lost, lost for words
Being
held down by six nurses
And
injected with medication
Makes
me feel lost, lost for words
Taking
a brisk walk
Drugged
up, depressed and isolated
Makes
me feel lost, lost for words
Losing
your selfish self
And
coming back to life
Makes
me feel lost, lost for words
Hoping
that dream will be answered
And
looking for a love that was once so real
Makes
me feel lost, lost for words
Taking
time to reflect on goals
And
ambitions of the past
Makes
me feel lost, lost for words
Gaining
self-confidence and losing my inhibitions
Developing
peace of mind
Makes
me feel lost, lost for words
Learning
to live in the moment
And
forgiving myself for past unhappiness
Makes
me feel lost, lost for words.
Tuesday 6 May 2014
Friday 28 March 2014
Friday 28 February 2014
Wednesday 19 February 2014
Sunday 9 February 2014
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