Peace forgotten

Whispering the wind

Hails my peace

Thundering showers

Raging in my mind

Images spiralling

I stretch I tear the skin

From my arms to grasp

The memories they hold

But I fail

I surrender

the fight over

They cry their tears

The desire to be caught

Lost in the silence

The empty echo

I hear inside

The peace

A hollow friend

I wished

I never embraced

With hollow thoughts

A friend reflected

In the mirror

With my eyes

Vacant of the past

My memories

Shut behind a door

With a key

Rusted from overuse

The therapy to remember

Corroded, it lies with the rest

Memory notes with words

I can’t comprehend

Images I can’t recall

Screams I can’t roar

Calm I drift inside

To heal to hope

To stray slow

Along a path

With a start

As unclear

As the end

Praying

I’ll find a peace

Full of dreams

Rather than this

Blank space

void of memory

(C) frankie Mcgivney

Remember when you see the emptiness in another’s eyes that behind the empty echos is a man or woman struggling to reach themselves before ever they can touch the world outside

Rambles

Does the laughter make the truth you speak more palatable or more interesting. When I talk and their expressions fade to blank and you wonder is it because they know more than you , is there some secret fountain of knowledge from which they can easily scoop another dram of facts, a cup you are not privy to its location.

Or do they not get what you are saying or trying to say. Does it go over their heads or is it so boring as to float on by their consciousness

And you can make them laugh sometimes they probably giggle too much to the point of potentially embarrassing physical reactions.

But do they hear the thoughts behind the humour . Do the theories pass unnoticed . Does the inquisitions of my mind to touch those bits of humanity beyond my grasp register in their minds

Who realises the true vocation of the clown to reveal the audacity of the kings new clothes made of invisible thread

When they tell me their fibs do they ever realise I know. Do they fool themselves to believe their attempt at fooling me works. Does the ability to smile and ignore the lies make me more or less of a man. So easy to answer because of course it depends. Sometimes acceptance of others attempts at deception is a kindness to them. Other times a kindness to myself because I don’t care enough to point out the fallacy of their fiction.

Then there’s the beauty of the opening of the eyes when someone of the same realises you have recognised their own explorations of the world around us. The meeting of the eyes as minds embrace in a search for revelations beyond the common tongue

(C) frankie Mcgivney (falling asleep and wanting to keep writing but the eyes fail where the mind strives to explore)

Happy

It’s not that their sad

Or want to be

It’s just they’re not happy

They’re not unhappy either

Is it the worst state to be

Neither one or the other

Is there no feelings where they lay

Not smiling or crying

With no jokes to make her cringe

Or no sad tale to make them sorry

they were foolish enough to have

enquired of your state of pleasure

A monotonous line where memory

Is safe and you don’t howl at the moon

Where frustration screams to be heard

And orgasms come and go without

A growl or a a roar

In the morning the reflection reminds

Me to smile to take the crooked eye

As a reminder of who I am and smile

With gratitude for looking as different

As the words inside veer from the mean

To embrace the sing song of the dreams

I hear echoing from sky to river in my

Mind searching for a page to be born

I can’t remember some things but my

Soul remember a touch an embrace

A warmth a love a joy a body

Eyes and scars smooth skin soft hair

The sound of her breath

The smell of her soul

The scream of her pleasure

The ripple of her ecstasy

Her eyes on me from afar

And I look into my eyes and I say

Today frankie is a day when

You will sing a song

And tell a tale

When laughter will be shared

And you will feel alive

And I prefer to feel enough

To forget and to cry and to

Laugh and to roar and howl

And read and write and sing

To notice the orange of a sky

And the fresh breeze of a midnight sky

To hear the heart beat of being me

(C) frankie Mcgivney

Words

It was 77 and the world was new

He owned a horse of clay

A crooked eye and a dream

To be a man who rules himself

It was 88 he had it all

The flower in the morning

The light of the night

The dream was born

The diesel spilled

On the carpet floor

They took her light

They killed his soul

It was 19

He remembered

It is 20

He remembers

The screams

Which made him forget

The echo of her agony

Which makes him forget

The bitter taste of the fear

Which made him forget

the calm envelopes

Stretching to embrace

Its touch a new discovery

Among the complexity inside

Revealing the sunrise

Waiting to warm when

Hatred succumbs to forgiveness

Of what he must never again

Forget.

The silent spring of peace

Caressing gently

The anger the pain the fear

To reveal again the light

Through the crack

Which lies in everything

(C) frankie Mcgivney

Words are my strength they heal inside they bring laughter and smiles they are the ones to restore the soul they took away

Silence

Inside to drift far from

The torture within

I stray to where

The darkness wakes

The spirit in cold

Shivers of fear

I repose to hear

The peace my mind

Cries to embrace

Alone beneath the

Baltic blankets of

Repair to forgive

The boy inside

The man whose

Anger would destroy

The beauty he builds

To create the peace

He will only find alone

Before the hand

Outstretched can

Embrace the calm

Of a mind healing

From memories

Remembered

To be overcome

(C) Francis joesph Mcgivney

Sometimes a man understands the desire of others to embrace to help the healing but knows the repairs need to be made alone to prevent them ripping apart over and over and over again. There is a strength in some which others will never know. a strength to be apart in order to rejoin the tribe

Flow

Meandering it loses its path

The wee trickle smiles

To the badgers gaze

Succumbing to the warmth

Of a different sky

Wondering why it can’t

Reach the distant echoes

Of forgotten familiar names

It’s contentment in solitary

Tributaries of a silence

Designed to repair the fresh

Slices in the minds scars

Reminding the smile inside

Somewhere a voice of love

Lurks beyond the touch

Lost awaiting to be found

(C) Frank Mcgivney

Remember those who sometimes forget are not lost just on a different stream where intelligence and wit flourish but a tear caresses the smile for the echoes of voices we struggle to recall

Your place

It’s taken

The place

Where you

Dreamed

To die

Embraced

With stories

To hear

Gone

A tear fell

Then some

more

Silence

Fell

A breath

Deep

Hardly filled

The void

And you

Said

The words

The right words

To the echo

Inside

Of a crow’s

Caw

The sound

Of the crack

Along your

Heart

Sealing the

Gap the light

Once creeped

The monstrous

Roar

Of the

Torrent

Ripping

Open

Your

Soul

(C) Francis joesph Thomas Mcgivney

Love

I wake in the middle of my thoughts

Floating through a white raft lane

Wondering where the end began

Knowing the beginning lies ahead

I drift beneath the frozen streams

Desiring nothing more than to scream

The explosion needed to be set free

Resonating on the branch i flounder

Unknowing where my mind should

Roam to find the peace I would never

Desire with the use of the fight to

Tattoo inside the painting chaos

Raging through floating smiles

Hitchhiking on emotion I never

Wanted but embedded they instil

The virtues taking the no away

Ensuring all I can do is crave

The warmth enveloped in the

Scent of her skin when her

Movement beneath me stirs

Her perspiration to cocktail

Into a mix we can only ever

Taste through the veil of the

Highway of an Atlantic sky

Roaming for the jazz time

Rip to plaster the void

The fluttering smile fills

Glowing through the depth

She turns fast to my slow

Holds my hand

The crowd smile

The music ripples

The anger melts with the decay

Of the shadows grey

And I look into her eyes

And the dance ricocheting

Eternal sings the tune

Through the clear fog

Embracing me to our

Ever home in this space

Where she holds mine.

(C) francis joesph Mcgivney

Forever

They drip to languish

Beneath the collar

The tears of realisation

Her smell was in your

Dreams but her hand

Is somewhere else

The smile languishes

Beneath the thoughts

The realisation her

Heart and yours

Will never drift apart

There is no Mountain Dew

No sunrise and falling moon

No painted smile

No flower in bloom

Can compare with her smile

The beauty spot on her cheek

The tiny imperfection

Of her perfect eyes

The colour of her skin

Her strength of her chin

The perfect curve of her nose

The shape her lips create

To form a aphrodisiac smile

Her scream upon your skin

Caresses the warmth within

The place deep inside your

Mind where your hearts

Beat is owned by her touch

Alone where the growl

Of your love making

Climaxes with eyes

Locked deep to see

The love you share

In mind and body

In flesh and words

In her in you

In us

(Frankie love her forever mcgivney