Ciaran Quirke

Death is the irreversible cessation of life.

Death is a complete change in the status of a living entity.
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The sun yawns wearily and
creeps quietly beyond the
western horizon,
And the moon jumps promptly
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Shapely and curvaceous lips,
Protruding at intervals to each other,
Circling, entranced, around it's nectar eclipsed,
They protect from an unwanted interloper.
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Love hurts like a rose,
Seeming instantly attractive,
It too has it's thorns.
They hurt, they sting and burn,
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The trees stood tall through early months,
and without hindrance they staked their claim,
'til autumn’s harsh indifference came.
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Death is the passing of a soul,
into a better world.
Fear it not, hate it not,
Embrace it and celebrate
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She would sit in her wicker chair,
A white apron draped across her knees,
Her hands rested there, with rosary beads
strung between her fingers.
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In death they are gone from our side,
Do not fear, nor do not mourn nor worry.

They have left us, but yet are still with us,
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Raindrops fall quietly by,
While sun shall sleep behind a layer
of gray moving through the sky,
Moistening the dear crisp air.
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The rose stands proud and tall,
A sight for all to see,
Not one petal will it leave fall,
Bringing no action of misery.
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“No more” I told them, “No more! ”
Would they listen...
“No more” they cried “No more! ”
Would I listen...
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At the end of an ending, is an ending of an ending,
Which infinitely finishes a finishing flourish of a finite resource.

At the beginning of a beginning, is a beginning of a beginning,
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Tears of joy will come to my eyes,
upon the eve my life is returned,
but now for weeks cold turkey,
during which my body from frustration is burned.
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She sat by the lake attempting to
Find the peace and he quiet desired,
She saw the bird, dive to water
And attempt to catch a salmon,
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Can one comprehend
the pain and the torture
of affection great, not met
with equal feeling.
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Worry not, my son,
I shall be near,
Though fate permits
destiny to win.
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Watch as the sun shall descend upon thee,
Making mortal of immortal,
Beckoning times end.
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To transcend earthly weary chains
to heavens beckoning gates,
To wait for times unwavering end.
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Drifting ever down unheeded,
Mere fragments of blanket above,
All woolen blankets do untangle
As time wears on, remorseless.
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Though a love we once did share,
a mutual affection. Through a common
blood, this single thread, an entire
cloth was wove. But now this cloth,
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