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Paul McAnaney Poems
As i look upon you my niece i see the hopes and dreams of your future, Guided by your mothers dreams, Her hopes and her love,
I now gaze fixedly and intently upon our predetermined destiny and realize that our love is nothing but a perversion of reality, A distortion of equality, nothing but a cataclysmic consequence of infatuation. I foresee the dark ahead even as we lay enervated by our unsheathed passion and as the incandescent glow of our love begins to attenuate i realize this is our destiny our never ending legacy.
I hope, I hope to one day see my friend again, I hope you are still as beautifully bewitching as i recall, I hope happiness has enveloped you in its tender loving embrace,
We men are wretched creatures, Destroyed by hate and deceit, Devoid of all that is good and great, Consigned to spread our seeds of war,
I feel tired now as i lay here waiting for deaths gentle embrace for i cannot bear to face a life so empty, it is such a waste,
The world fails me in every sense of the word it has left me in a state of disarray, an enlightened sense of despair.
You were the one, the one i yearn but instead you burn and the knife you
Free at last free from the expectations of society, The expectations which constrained me so dramatically. Free from consequence with no remorse and little or no Cause for recourse.Today marks my rebirth from the ashes
A thousand have come before me and a thousand shall arrive after, for i am just a lonely poet on a secluded path down the obscure alley known as
The space between us grows just like the emptiness it shows, as wide as the greatest ocean filled with the unspoken words
As i look into your eyes i now see my future and my past, In your eyes i see love and i see hate, I see my fate.
I am evil, I am great, I am an ill tempered fate, I am smart,
Your the one, who destroyed the doubt, who killed the fear, brought me back from the brink of despair,
The boredom, the repetition, drive me insane, endlessly looking for some escape,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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As i look upon you my niece i see the hopes
and dreams of your future,
Guided by your mothers dreams,
Her hopes and her love,
Guided by your fathers will,
His strength and his discipline.
As i look upon you my niece i see the
innocence of a child,
A future full of wonder and potential,
I see the joyous joy that you bring with
For you are my niece and i shall love you