...His Muse and your Creator...

*His Muse and your Creator*


Cobbled streets and aesthetic trees; faraway they’re native, line your path
A large park entrance; its gates rot iron and Georgian lies welcoming.
Some folk do come, some others go, and the rest they stand and wait
A meeting point of modern Dublin, a photograph beholding grandeur
A chilled northerly breeze blows from your feet Autumnal leaves
You stand amongst the weekend crowd and he is dreaming yet again it seems.

Steady he paces around the study room, its damp cold interior typical of neglect
He places his long bony finger upon the dusty sill, brushing away all evidence of
days on-end spent writing, spent thinking, dreaming.
His harsh breath exhaled with difficulty, moves the silken drapes as he watches the
Park gate, and his lungs draw in the damp of the room.
He sets up his desk and begins his daily account. He writes what he sees until he sees what he dreams.

You leave from the gate so graciously, light rain has halted its fall, and the sun has gone for rest.
He finds you in his work as he writes of true love. He writes with passion that only the lonely can.
The deep red sky burns at the Victorian terraces above but the streets are kept cool by the calm of the breeze.
The deep red sky shines light on his terrace and his poems with you as his muse are kept flowing like that of the breeze.

...When the literature does tire...

The VAULT has well and truely been re-opened. The past few posts are fresh from Summer writing and all is flowing at a great pace. Please enjoy and have a gander at all the rest and maybe even at Chapter one of my novel in my other blog on this profile :D Toodle oooooo!


*When the literature does tire*

Several books sit stacked upon the oak
Each one to be read, yet stained are the pages still
Dog-eared is one so much, second hand it may be
It has been used more than once
Twice, maybe three?
The tower uneven, overlapping in size.
An unbalanced structure though managing demise
The base it seems organized, and the top, heavy!
These first few books at the foot
Do they feel the strain?
Are they pressured from higher up?
Perched on top is the newest of all the books
Its’ cover is crisp and the pages clean
And as if the tower realises, it falls
This one tower has had enough

...Dublin 2...

This poem stems from the feelings for the same person in 'My Anonymous'. And Yes he is still a stranger! :(


*Dublin 2*

Glowingly he strutted East on Grafton Street
His eyes wandering from shop window to shop floor
Clad in denim, chinos and laced brown dubarry’s
He carried two big bags, maybe one small one more
His gait confident, his frivolous face fearless

I watched in awe as perfection passed me by
I stood in wonderment once he turned to talk

He spoke with wisdom, his tone carefree
And the very first words he voiced that date
With a soft laugh he whispered ‘Were you, watching me?’
I, in that awkward moment, turned bright scarlet red
Placing his baggage upon grey ground he moved closer though

I could then feel his breathing, deepen and slow
I unhurriedly took my own breath, from what I do know

We stared copiously and examined what was of us both
The clock struck two, the bells they rung, all round
The buyers and sellers all rushed for their lunch, the
Amount of coffee and croissants encouraged a scrum
Every person was raging and screaming and loud.

However we never moved, we were two strong, all in one.

...Intense Waiting...

*Intense Waiting*

Wait for the moment
As it wavers then it goes.
Have you waited on that moment?
Which on this wind blows.
I have waited for that moment
And watched as it flowed
Oh I was left waiting -
One moment; in fierce cold

...Ancient Adorations...

I feel the need to put some more material out there as it has been building up in my room. Enjoy!!

*Ancient Adorations*

Childish stares from within four walls
The City of Troy within me calls.
To all the public below it’s clear
You’re my Helen that I hold dear.
For this Palace where we have laid
Has all but gone; yet our love stays

The Myths and the Legends
and stories of Gods too clever.
The Empires they intended
on lasting forever.
Yet altogether they fell, and fell to ruins
You and I still stand embraced however.

...My Anonymous...

I am unfortunately in "love" with a stranger. Because of this I have written this poem. :(

*My Anonymous*

Oh I have had such daring dreams
Offered images and opened seams -
To natures beauty I have thee compared
A warm summer palette
My vision impaired.

But I am forced to gaze at you from afar
A distance between us
A moment ajar
So valiant I wish to be
So audacious I dare to dream
And I begin to walk away; I turn my back
But yet you stay.

But still a fear in me resides
And still I stand here, alone outside.
For I have gone and gone and left again
And reverted to tell this story through a pen
A story of secrecy is this I hold
Because when I dream, regrets unfold.

...Siúil Siar/Walk back...

I hope everybody enjoys this. It has been a while due to writers block and stress of College :P But I assure you that there is many more on the way now. Summer is just around the corner ♥


*Siúil Siar/Walk back*

Looking back, down through the years
Before. You’ve never cared
For any man, or any lover
And so live a life always compared
To that of a sister
A brother or mother
Living ‘ordinary’ lives
Darkened by their shadows
And remembered for your lies
Following in their footsteps
Would be a shameful waste
To love a man, to have a lover
Just to fill that space.
So listen to your heart I say
Be proud of who you are;
the path on which you’ve travelled;
and the friends who’ve come this far;
the life you’ve unravelled; not
the struggles you underwent,
Because looking back, down through the years
The past just shaped your present.

...Love of a Playwright...

*Love of a Playwright*

Along comes the Spring
Buds, birth and beauty of no age
February to April; three months
Its short spanned run upon
Nature’s stage
Act one. Scenes 1,2 and 3
Opening Snowdrops or Tulips it could be
A season so elegant
Post winter it’s dated
Cold dark days we must fight
To reach up; become elevated
Spring it is
So hard to follow
But yet summer shines through
And home comes the swallow
Swift and sharp
Weather compliments his performance
For May, June and July
Illustrated in summers sky
An act of joyous renegade
The finale was an encore, a sweet Parade.

...Origin...

Enjoy :D

*Origin*


Jumping into this its seems to me is wrong
Elaborate your feelings please,
Where do I belong?
It’s obvious that you like me but please
Lets talk.
I now have this feeling that maybe I should walk.
To you I may be harsh
A little bit too shy
But honestly I’m finding this
Hard to get by.

As the day begins to end.
The end becomes my nightmare
I’ll never get to see you again -
Again the end is not our friend
The end is our nightmare

The origin of this bond
Is forcing me to see
Another side of you
That love could only be
Dragging from me though
Is the pain I begin to see
Another man in your mind
Competition
I can’t compete

As the day begins to end.
The end becomes my nightmare
I’ll never get to see you again -
Again the end is not our friend
The end is our nightmare

Lifting away my head it seems
You’ve made your full decision
I walk towards my next stop
Never looking back
Searching around for help
There’s nothing to that degree
Closing my eyes on you
My thoughts have been too deep
Laying my head on your friend
I’m feeling sorry I’ve been a creep

Now it becomes clear that the end
It is our friend
And not our Nightmare.

...Liebe für dich...

Short little Poem...fun little ryhme really....loving is fun so I thought I would just say it in a more complicated way :P

*Liebe für dich*

Glinting eyes
Reflective tears
Quirky smiles when you draw near
Those tiny white doves
All fleeing their hatch
To tell me of hope
Of love, my match!!

...Lighthouse Blues...

Sexuality can be the most fluid of all things...Make the most of who you are...Pride '10 Yeow!!

*Lighthouse Blues*

Slowly crashing upon the rocks
(Both) Battered and bruised.
Fast approaching midnight
Not yet ready to move.
Drained and Exhausted
Your mind not at ease.
You long for your Lover
Not a want a mere need.
Your womanly posture
Neither frail nor thin
Lies naked; fully clothed
Exposed by winters wind.

Waves crash; Hope is lost
Smashed and shattered.
While waiting in woe
A vision befriends you-
An image once forgot.
Before. Breaking barriers
Now a distant thought
Thoughts evolve into realities
And now,
Another woman roams that same beach
Love is love after all
There are no distinctions to reach.

...Divine Homecoming...

Thank you to everybody for their comments so far....really puts a smile on my face...Hope you all enjoy the next three :D

*Divine Homecoming*

Golden gates welcome us – Greet us
Shadowing any other woman, any other man -
In one glorious moment.

A being of beauty your prime existence
Resembling that of paradise

The clouds, the keys, the angels
Not a match at your time of leaving
for your inner tranquillity
your wonder; pure peace.

...Dying Request...

Words alone are beautiful, Together they are astounding ♥ No need for introductions...Please read and hope you enjoy.


*Dying Request*

Snow capped view
Silent valleys frost
Winged and feathered
A creature so lost
Nesting alone
Amongst ominous thought
Lonely laying low
Forever - forgot.

* Is mé *

A short poem in my native language, An Ghaeilge...This poem illustrates an innocent relationship people have encountered during the Summer in the Gaeltacht or Irish College....I wanted to show my love for Irish and did this through peronsonification...My Gaeltacht fling was not only with another being but with the Irish language herself. To those who can understand it....Bainigi sult as!! ♥


's mé

Ar ais chuig ár radharc féin a téimid

Tríd an bpáirc-

nár phléigh muid

Ar ais i measc am na fluirse a shíl mé

Thar an mballa-

Leath ina dhiaidh a Sé

Ár n-am i gcéin dar liom fhéin

An Ghaeltacht

Le linn an tsamhraidh.

...An Fonn Bán...

My first poem in around 6 months, not much to say about it to be honest...very straight forward unless you want to find the real message :P. I would like to dedicate this to My bestest Friend, Lauren Byrne ♥ Go raibh mle maith agat!!


*An Fonn Bán*

“The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been” - Madeleine L'Engle

Changing times have led me to believe
Growing older ‘s not exactly what it seems,
That element of fear -
Or desire to remain
Younger than old,
Age played like a game.

Ideas emerge.
Melancholic minds appear.
The young dream of maturity
Its wisdom they hold dear.
As the elderly desire in contrast
To wash away their years
Then they do realise,
“Sure Tír na nÓg could never last”

A cycle of unhappiness-
In which you must deal
Inner ambitions of becoming an Elder?
Or regrets of not living that you feel?
An obsession with age
Will constantly linger
Maybe an annoyance, disease or stage.
But if you care to live,
And you have that desire
Live like you’re Young and never tire.

...Natures Secret...

My personal favourite poem that I have written up until now and one of my first. I believe these lyrics have so many meanings in my life, the piece of writing i hold closest and to try explain or simplify them would not do them any justice, as every poem has a different effect on each and every one of us I will let you take from this what you will. Happy Reading ♥

*Natures Secret*


Listen, like from the mind of a child,

Whilst snow, rain and wind

Prance in the wild,

Don’t be always led to your knees

Stand up and make them believe.

Look, A sign from the skies

Flies raw in design

Letting you know

Troubles arise,

Like gods own tears it falls from high

To earth and your unwelcoming sigh.