Brian James Caffrey

Man searches in the garden,
For a fruit to find,

Some say it's sour others pure divine,
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When I’m dead and gone,
Don’t mourn for me,
Life is too short as you see.
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The sun cutting through the clouds,
Landing on the water,
Like liquid crystal.
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Terrorists! ! ! We cry, as we point the finger of blame...
9/11! ! ! We cry, it has left us dead and lame...

Iraq! ! ! We shout, is the country of our hate...
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Why do we go to war these days with all our 'civilized' ways?
Bullets whizing past, bombs hail their unmerciful blasts,
Clouds of dust plume, darkness on the battlefield looms,
Men taking their last breath awaiting their impeding death.
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I am a scientist,
I deal with numbers and math,
But I cannot explain my current path.
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In this multi-coloured world,
with no pure black,
no pure white.
I struggle with my feelings,
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Oh cruel faith, why me?
Why give me a cardboard box and them a house?
Why give me tattered clothes and them the latest fashions?
Why give me loneliness and them love?
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The light of the moon shining,
Stars twinkling in the night sky each one competing for our affection.
A lake with two swans gently gliding over,
This shimmering silver landscape of the still waters,
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Who am I?
Am I the man with a briefcase in one hand and a mobile in the other rushing through the street?

Or
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I sit on the side of the bed and straighten my tie,
You enter the room with a spring in your step and a glow in your eye,
I watch as you dry your hair and get your dress,
You check the mirror and claim “I look a mess! ”,
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I feel the ground crumbling beneath our feet,
I love you and I grab for an edge but only air do my hands meet,
But as we fall, do you have any care for us at all?
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The wind whispers her name,
Softly spoken,
Fearing that the delicate darlings beauty may be marred,
“Amaranthine”, “Amaranthine”, awaken it’s time,
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We march to the drums once more,
Revived and ready for war,
The poor have quit,
Our bounty nichts,
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My mind splits between self and society,
The line blurred, no border marked.

What I once was,
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All the love in the world is but a drop in the ocean,
When one already has a river in mind.
She moved with such grace and beauty,
Such an angel is hard to find.
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You’re lying there peacefully in your bed,
Sleeping softly resting your tired head.

Oh how I long to be there,
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“Rebel” Ireland
A strong man whispers his final prayer,
His battered body dragged to a chair,
Too weak to stand,
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On this the month of Christmas,
I do say to ye,
Put on those fuzzy hats,
Sit down and relax,
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