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Take a journey
to the heart
of desire

Into the abyss
of passions
fire

Through waves and
waves of liquid
love

Steaming up daydreams
miles above

Through swirling
currents
of uncharted
regions

Your soul is
snatched by
passions legions

Through a web of
cracks does
reason seep

Violently
tossed in this
breathless deep

This eternal fire
is ever burning..

This Heart of Desire
is ever Yearning..

Song of love so sweetly sung,
dreams of love so deftly spun.

Thoughts of love that brings us tears,
sense of love that brings us fears.

Passion of love that causes emotion,
feel of love that tastes like a potion.

Trust of love that gives us joy,
blush of love that makes us coy.

Completeness of love that brings us together,
steadfastness of love that remains for ever and ever.

Even the net can drive my emotions like the waves of the sea... If I could kiss my flying muse, the source of that water would create a lake shaked with harmony and restless passion.

a question an answer is it to listen or is to be told, within withold why not unfold, a truth a doubt to read without, my truth is fortold so let it unfold, an empty cup filled with blood, how can it be full if the cup is still empty its not our intention to listen to rejection, a faith of a reason, not to mention regretting we believe, a mystery of man or just an empty can, a season for a treason, why let the empty cup be empty when you can fill it with a doubt, is all i was told to begin the mold, how do we find out from the empty doubt only you can know that so why ask me im not here to show you im only here to guide you a prophet once said, to answer this question you have to listen, within a sound was it not told to let it unfold, history is shown to read into the unknown because faith is not tested, it is only past by the rested who tests the empty sea not you not he but only me, its a choice of life its a choice of self doubt to listen to a mystery lost within a doubt!..

I look up the hill where your tree once stood...full of life, proud to flare its green penants every Spring for all to see .
Now you're gone...and so is the tree.The minutes fall into hours and the hours inevitably become days...and still your words stand the test of time...your image and voice carry on your legacy...your fans only know the pain of your words; not the pain of your Soul.
You dressed your life in eloquence...the words dancing on your tongue ....dancing like the green penants of the tree...leaves dancing all the year, until they could dance no more; like you Annie, you 'could dance no more'.
I'll stay here, in this place...this rustic old cabin; waiting for the Spring to bring the tree back to Life again; and your words to resound again from these green hills...waiting for you....here from the bottom of the Hill.

POSTED BY GREGORY SEXTON

Whilst villains and dictators plot wars fueled by gluttony.
Are you happily safe and secure in your abode?
The time draws closer as I write up this ode.
What will you do when the war hits home abruptly?

Would you do something to improve you and your loved ones survival?
Would you buy the propaganda and take part in the play?
Would you live in despair, yet hope it all goes away?
Would you bide your time to attempt a mass societal revival?

Would you attempt to increase morale by providing hilarity?
Would you go out of your way to help others in need?
Would you capitalise the situation by feeding your greed?
Would you turn against your fellow man yet feign solidarity?

We are taught to spread love but it seems the other way around.
Perhaps you may think "This talk of war sounds so strange."
If one thing is for certain, it is certainly change.
What will you do when the air raid sirens sound?

Here I am just as you found me
A stone shaped like a heart will be
Once where you stumbled upon

Unlike you I will always be here
Forever my dear I am near
Because I am just a stone

It was such a pure delight
When you held me so tight
In your grasp I became love

After all the leaves turn gold
When at last we became old
I was left just as you found me

He noticed me when I accompanied my daughter to learn to sing in the Sunday school.
He saw me standing with full support for my daughter.
He read my mind about the hope for the future of my daughter.
He felt a vibration that harbored my heart’s hope of my daughter’s spiritual life.
He touched my worries as a mother.
He looked at me with a lot of questions and little hope.
He photographed me and my daughter repeatedly in the churchyard.
He spoke with words of stern and simple.
He gives warmth to the children.
He offered friendship.
He told me his dream was beginning to become a journalist.
He listened to my story about my initial goal is to become a nun.
He gave me a clear picture of monastic life.
He sent me letters that live in my mind when he had moved the task.
He was the first monk who was very close in my life.
In all his words sometimes save something. As a friendship bound by a deep longing. He seemed to fill his mind with the problems of my everyday's life. But he remained there, in the monastery, the life that has he chose.But his gander stay in my mind, gave a special meaning. Friendship in the holy longing. In the monastery, there is a longing that fill him everyday.

I have a dream that I can share
I knew it then so long ago
Always treat your neighbor with tender loving care
Just look at the big picture
Put away the anger and your fears

I have a dream I'd like to share
Open your heart and you will know
Extinguish all your horrors love is everywhere
You control what matters
Always full of love and not despair

I have a dream its in the air
Like life we know can't stop the flow
Won't accept your sorrow put away your tears
Can't wait to see tommorrow
Hold true to you whats dear

I have a dream where we can go
A place where theres no hatred
There only loves allowed to grow
Beneath the clear cool waters
Where even times not allowed to flow

I have a dream to stop the show
We will have no need
From the fear of hell below
You can walk on top of water
Just use your tippy toes

I have a dream as pure as snow
White flakes fill the skies
As cold wind begins to blow
A warm candle lights the night
A cozy feeling we all love and know

I have a dream and endless dream
Where all in this together
We all work as a team
We'll solve every single problem
Its not as bad as it seems

I have a dream my heart just gleams
Bright moonshine in my window
Place my hand inside the beam
I hear the screaming kettle
Time for hot coco topped with cream

I have a dream my self esteem
If you wanna go just let me know
I'll take you there I want you there
Just say please I'll put your mind at ease
Its about love with nothing but heaven above!

South South West of Tralee,
The most western part of the land
For thousands of years people lived there
With flocks of sheep on a hillside
And each had a cow of his
own while , in unfertile land
Potatoes were grown.
A place that writers called home.
Never did pen kiss asper so sweet
As when it’s writers wrote of sea and
of gull
And eyes that stared through windows of lace
Absorbing the rhythm of life’s easy pace
Firers blazed
all year round
Coooking the fish and Lobsters they found
Worldly contact was eight miles away
Over a mountain to Dingle Bay
And never a one did ever stay
For the islands called Herchildren back home
to the gull the sea and to play.