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.
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.
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,
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.
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?
Take It All Away
You can take it all away from me, Take my car, my coat, my keys You can bind my hands and knock me to my knees Force me to live alone on the street,
Awake! For the time of action is nigh! Will no one chance to stay save I? Fear not the foe!
Fantasizing about you, and all your tresses of gold Makes me start to doubt you, and wonder how our love has gone cold. With a wink of an eye and a soft and silver blush, Your swift contented sighs brought my thundering heart to a hush.
As I explore the bounds of Morpheus' realm, The captain of my vessel, but never at the helm My pilot bears the cross of my mind As through the ethereal labyrinth we wind.
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.
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?
As you took to the sky in liberating flight,
To that chariot's path you flew too near.