October 2014 Blog Posts (7)

The Black Window

 

Do you dream in black and white, as the bogie man drags you under the bed?

And when you wake up covered in a cold sweat, can you remember what you did,

Did you cry out for your mother, like you used to do when you were a child?

As he pulled you kicking towards the black window, him…

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Added by Michael Foley on October 30, 2014 at 17:22 — No Comments

All Souls

 

October winds cut to the bone, this night all souls will rise and roam,

We keep our candles burning bright, to guide them home on this dark night,

The windows rattle the doors creak; old ghosts walk the tiny streets,

But tonight they have not come alone; something else has come to…

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Added by Michael Foley on October 30, 2014 at 17:19 — No Comments

The lonley side of the bed

 

Oh sleep where have you gone? Why will you not come here?

Then just when I feel you close, I get an elbow in the ear,

Turn then on my side and once more try to relax,

Just about to doze off, here comes the knee in the back.…

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Added by Michael Foley on October 25, 2014 at 14:29 — No Comments

Changes

 

What happened to the twenty year old, slim trim and carefree

Who is this person standing in the mirror, staring back at me?

I am only forty, for Christs sake, but this body I do not recognize…

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Added by Michael Foley on October 25, 2014 at 14:27 — No Comments

The last cigarette

That last cigarette

 

 

 

Farewell old friends, as once again, you find yourselves in the bin,

Already I…

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Added by Michael Foley on October 17, 2014 at 17:39 — 1 Comment

Watchers

Watchers

The heather covers Brandon hill, in a flaming purple haze,

An impish figure with big green eyes, sits with a smile upon his…

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Added by Michael Foley on October 17, 2014 at 17:34 — 1 Comment

Cinders

Have you ever stepped under a rainbow, or spent days walking all alone,

Watched the mighty eagle soar high above, as it finds its way back home,

Listened to the whispering of the trees, telling their secrets of long ago,

Try to see your future in the dying embers, as the flames are getting low.

Would you ride a stallion pure and graceful, beside an ocean dark and deep,

And dance with the spirits of your ancestors, to ancient music as you sleep,

Swim beside the…

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Added by Michael Foley on October 9, 2014 at 17:18 — No Comments

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