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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
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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.
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