“I imagine a world in which we can experience our relationships with a sense of vitality, aliveness, and vibrancy, because I live with one perennial truth: the quality of our relationships is what determines the quality of your life.”
True or true!
Liam 2018
Poem: The Pythoness
In its wake winter took me.
Shook, shivering strong winds curled up inside.
Occupied my focus,
my imagination.
Felt frost bitten,
Edgy sharp uncommunicative patterns.
Became visible across that reptile skin.
Raw my brain hibernated .
Slumbering on the doorstep to my mind.
Shivering occasionally in meditation.
I watched that creature.
Convoluted pulsing, pythoness.
Requiring warmth to inspire my amygdala reptile.
Rodent like, spring moved forward.
Black unconscious eyes
Flicked with a forked tongue .
Tasting it’s air, a deep need to feed on creativity.
Lashed out grabbing prey.
Peristalticly digesting, ingesting the nutrients .
The life restoring substance of sunshine.
Rejuvenates activates initiates my brain again.
Slithering she slides down deep,
Into the dark rich humus of my imagination.
Or is it the Pythia, Delphi
Once called the Oracle.
Waiting to awaken?
Liam 2018
Poem: Leaving
leaving,
we take what we have and go
leave behind what we do know.
depart, from you, leave without the one.
alone again my steps drag heavy from fun,
….the share & care & lovingly.. begun.
leaving,
I have only me with bags galore
leave find that together is so much more
depart , from us, the fullness so complete…
alone again the fleeting feel now obsolete,
….the talk & laugh & completely.. alone
leaving,
leaves me quite in the now, still
leave me naked stripped of feeling how
two companions captured in the now of love
depart, to start the day alone again
…the touch & feel & fullfillingly.. pain
wind strokes, me, your cheek too
sun warms me, your skins feels its touch,
who holds the softness, you, I miss so much
thoughts brush the smile oft on your lips
my smile the memory of the kiss
…leaving, we leave.. The bliss
Liam
Poem: The imminent immortality.
In the frailty of this uncertain moment.
between the draw of a breath
The uncertain thud of my heart .
Me In waves I wonder why.
Why should it be I?
I who caught the chill.
The dark death filled thrill of disease .
It’s Inevitability, my fragility.
This uncertain momentary me.
Between the telephone calls.
Between the doctors stalled look.
Between the jagged stabs of self inflicted pity.
I wonder-where my soul
Will go, when my body
Turns the key
Turns away from life to die.
To let me go
To let me fly
To let infinity fill the view
To touch the eternity I once knew.
Loved shared laughed and grew.
From a lad from the family that made so glad, happy too.
Those days abundant care filled free.
Returns the chill to the now, of me.
Imminent this immortality.
Liam December 2017
POEM: The Insecurity
I am vulnerable to the sharp wind.
It reminds me that I am alive and warm.
My hearts warmth is not to be stolen though or corrupted by my insecurities.
Shadows which brush my awakening.
Shade under which I try to hide from the heat of realization,
or is this recognition?
Uselessly irrelevant,
Knowledge spearpoints ambiguity’s indecisiveness.
Pling….
Its cold which comprises me the most.
Creeping in from the periphery , fingers, toes, cheeks, nose.
Stealing into my marrow
I fight back to maintain me,
eyes fixed on the light,
-in the light .
Letting beams of love through.
Penetration speared clarity
Pins those squiggling doubts.
Wide eyed to the walls of my consciousness.
It’s the flame of hope which I’ll never let go of or dessert.
For I will pass this on to my children
The children of Mother Earth.
Liam 2018. March
Poem: My Red Balloon
From the edge of the moon,
With my silver spoon .
I’ll scoop heavens honey,
Let fly my balloon.
Catch fly away meteorites
With a net made of silk
While slowly nipping my hot glass of milk.
Those fancy old planets,
Dressed up for the night.
Play hide me & seek me,
With cosmic delight.
The party’s not over,
The fun just begun
Stars wiggle & Squiggle ,
wanting also to come.
To join , play & tumble
right out of the sky.
Eat candy & popcorn just like you & I
The Window frost covered,
Alone in my room.
Gaze out in the night sky,
On the edge of the moon.
Where they are all playing…..
with my red baloon.
Liam
Poem: Perhaps
Perhaps I haven’t arrived, at where and who I’ve always wanted to become.
How wonderful I’m no longer there where I began though.
This way is my way, my journey of saying that I’m learning.
I’m growing, moving towards.
The I, I am yet to be.
Not caught but free, in perceiving now and again.
Whom it is who wonders,
ponders the colour of a flower.
Whom it is who reflects,
on thoughts,
my own too.
Whom it is who observes,
me.
Perceives me observing
Observes me wondering
Experiences me thinking
Touching my meaning.
Perhaps its just me laughing out loud.
Perhaps I’ll still see me, with my head in the cloud .
Liam January 2018
Poem: Death
Should death us part.
For but a fragment of time.
Let still this fragment shine.
A shard, nothing but a shattered piece of
Me remains to see,
Reflect a life gone by.
I might cry, not understand the why.
The meaning of no good-by…
Yet the light of good shines on,
Shines strong, shines long…
Enough to wake me from this pain.
Gone lame my mind
Help to find
The day anew,
To share & to review
What we still have to share
What we still have to bare.
What we still have to do.
Liam 2016
Wishing you all, yes all you wonderful creative interesting people , the best not only this 2018 but all the days ahead..HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!! Liam Kennedy
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Liam
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