Biography of Dillon McKenna
I wish I knew what I wanted to do, but I don't.
I wish I would find a way to you, but I won't.
I wish I could find what to say, but I can't.
So here I'll stay, while there you stand.
Dillon McKenna Poems
Pygmalion! Ye of unsurpassed talent, That spawned a figure of such perfect form It caused your yearning heart to lament, And wish that it were woman-born.
Long have my eyes been open, Longer has my chest been sealed. Over the years I have seen my soul chosen Out of the tears and all the pitiful appeals,
Was there ever a cause of more mourning Than that which burns by day and hides by night? Of the power of Apollo's golden sphere Won't you heed your father's warning?
The love that starts at birth, The love that starved the Earth, The love you give every day, The love that never fades,
Alit on a limb, alone on a tree. Nobody? I ask him. Nobody. Says he. Fly here with me, and someone we'll find.
Never Say Never
A flower never smelled so sweet, As when it is under your fleet bare feet, The birds never sang so clear As when you stroll near enough to hear,
I was thrown from the gates of heaven And fell down to the land below. I watched the gold sun setting In a valley white with snow.
On a grey and dreary afternoon I pulled off of the road, My soul was weak and weary of dragging this heavy load. I'd searched for solace all my life, but it's turned into a chase, No one else can see the smallest secrets in my face.
Would That The World
Would that the world could see like I, Gazing at the cotton candy sky. As Apollo rounds his daily turn, Slowly falling out of sight,
These leaves know not what move them, Nor this trunk, this bough, this stem. These fruits are not for me, But for you, for I am a tree,
I have seen the vision of pure beauty, And heard the strains of perfect harmony, I have felt the hand of fate guiding me, And I have tasted the wild honey.
There she does lie, in a repose so serene. Under pallid moonlight, in throes of wild ecstasy, Wrapped in the silver beams, chasing what wild fantasies? What great palace on mountain high places this Venus as their rightful queen?
If By Chance
If by chance I should find a way into your life, Would you still remember a smothered flame? Through the years of doubt and strife, My regret has been my greatest shame.
I awake, and I am carried forth On wings that none could see. To a place on high I am borne, To sing a song of poesy.
These leaves know not what move them,
Nor this trunk, this bough, this stem.
These fruits are not for me,
But for you, for I am a tree,
And cannot use them.
For you and your own
And I need not be adored,
My gifts merit no reward,
But when the wind resounds with my moan,
Remember the sounds of your own.