So many ups, so many downs,
give us the smiles, give us the frowns,
cause us to crack, cause us to fall,
only to rise up strong and tall.

We get attached to beloved ones,
to better halves, to passionate sons,
we frame up moments off all these days
soon we'll separate to different ways.

For those who died we shed the tears,
we try to hide our awful fears,
we have the time to bleach the stains,
for lighter hearts, for brighter brains.

Teach me dearest lord to know your holy sacred way,
And to know the pain you suffered on that Easter day,
When you got hammered up on the cross in olde Israel
As your Poppa told you, to stop us all from going to Hell.

Jesus carried his own fatal cross on that black Friday
And he even stumbled on a sidewalk stone on the sacred way
But no cries of pain or resentment did that saviour blurt
He was saving them for later as he knew crucifixion would really hurt.

Glad I have a Lordly friend
to slow march
ahead of the ambulance
as they take me to the doldrums
and
I can still imagine how many are following me
the times with reunion at the cemetery
Ridilieu on Park Street

I could imagine
they called an ambulance
to take me to the hospital
the doc moved me to the hospice
and
the nurse asked
what could she do with a cold body

as you well know as I do
online dating may have its ups and downs
and in this way after a lot of useless meetings
with symptoms tragic and unpleasant oft
I decided to spread my wings
so I logged on to the website of lonely australian
kangaroo and koala bear lovers
called name of www.aussie-legover.com.au
where in the backhole love is not prohibited
and soon I reached a promising friendship
with someone who looks like a real goer

She serves wine
not from goblets
but her nipples divine
all love such sweet white wine

They all thirst for more
then she speaks no more
tears roll down her eyes
all then runaway those guys

the world is a place
of laughing stock in disguise
seek no hope in sharing sadness
the guys beguile

then when you smile again
hiding deep hidden your pain
it may also rain
may snow become cold
but those men come on a horse ride
and with you heavenly wards fly

If I could have been there
To hold your sweet hand
Before I’d come
I’d smooth out the sand
Quiet the ocean, silence the birds
So Your last loving song
Is all that I heard

K. Mulroney

I touch the night
There is no fear of darkness
Moonlight comforts me
Starlight always there

Walk with me a while
Join my ways in thought
Sometimes we fear nothing
Yet take flight when at images

Seek out those dark places
There look at them as you should
Only a shadow you will say
Fliting light catches the darkness

Bring in your dreams of being
Drift as you need, scatter the light
Hold reality in your palms
Tell all that you see them

Dark smokes fill my lungs
A pure undiluted blackness of sort
It sinks my soul into streams of despair
And my eyes tears in blue
Leaving me a token offerry
To a world with beasty feats and icy claws

I have been sold out by life
The sunken teeth of reality tells me that
Truth is a specter and life is but a dream

Mystery and mysticism are let out in the fields
Left for infants to decipher even though they
Faint and tire from exhaustion and this spear.

The Cold icicles hung as decorations
reflecting all as in a mirror bright

Moon shines down upon new fallen snow
it glistens with a million fallen stars

Deer feed under the canopy of trees
unaware of my never ending gaze

Picture postcard pefect
but winter rests her cold hand
upon my shoulder
reminding me
warmth will be had
nevermore

Alone on this December day
in the woods where I belong
as dawn breaks in a frosty way
listening to some silent song.

Forest stirs slowly into life;
thrushes rustling in the duff.
Before long all birds run rife.
Jays call out both loud and gruff.

A pair of squirrels in the tree tops
chase each other seeking love
in that ancient dance that never stops.
Sun hits the canopy above.