find where the place of the father's gin
hope for their shelter grin
save it slime ball
lift up the hammer to be exposed
love has been fashionable
we drift back at a finder's keeper
in direct communication...

let it go of all sorted freeze
down through the ages
step into the groove
drag through their net
sorry that we have missed

through a marshal appearance
a good call for fresh laughter
live each day as if it was the last
cheer up my good friend
a reason to be concerned

The powder piled in a isolated center on the hot liquid
Her head tilted, curious, as it simply melted down the dark quiet
Until the last grain stubbornly sank below the black scalding mirror

Yes, this was the way she lived it; the way she saw it, felt it, despised it
Slow, powdered, black and white
So God awfully hot that nothing could survive it
She just swallows and ignores the burn; in the dark quiet

K. Mulroney

Silence is all pervading
in the minds of deserted resorts
of the inner synapses
of distraught minds

then we assure
ourselves
of a newer volition
of a novella kind of pieces within
peace without

this nuance of life
none can understand
no doubt what effuses
from the heart
of restless minds
solitary solace of a kind
that none else can find

except isolated
determined minds
wait this is all about
what happens in silence

At the edge of sumac, sassafras and pine
Shielded by the folio canopies you adore
you nestle barefoot atop the carpet of moss
A simple thing the sun had no part in
Just outside your sanctuaries rim; and the tips of your unfilled fingers
Sway a field of scented samples of all a woman is made of

Your silence
is meaningless

why do you wish to be silent
when nature has given you a voice
even the silent waves
wish to roar
cancel their silence
will or can you
I dare

so do the seas adore
much more
as they are not silent
they continue to love you
as before

your silence
kills for sure
stay silent I pray no more

praise all
the world will adore
for sure

see the sun set's in silence
what a shame
yet you're still silent

whispers...
through the dark deranged portals you evoke fear
filled with angelic fervor on it's textual base
yet we dig much deep then ever before

cries in the dark will light the spark of what we need to know
still we stand idle as the average novice introduces its spell
along again then the sadness evokes a newer feeling
dwindling through the vain extraction of the never world

At times silence
is appreciated
much more than noise

I always remain silent
as deafness overpowers

others simply hate
screeching voices at the palate

silent folks
don't realize
others are not deaf
they yell
at the top of their voice
breaking absolute silence
they have no other choice
they yell
get out of here
go to hell

O friendly poets
your silence
is so soft and sweet
accept
my noisiness

It's summer. The shore is busy.
Bright colors are everywhere
Blue prevails.

Alone she sits, with naked thoughts,
could never get the peace of mind she sought
no matter how long she meditates.

Her garden, once with flowers' blooms,
now crowds of weeds.

It's summer. The shore is busy.
Bright colors are everywhere
Blue prevails.

I could really get into you
Easily love you even
But there are differences and
Friends can be cruel.

I could be your best friend
I could say it; just fill your ears
But with friendship comes trust
And you trust to easily

I could marry you
Live and thrive between the walls
But with love comes devotion
And you love to easily

I will not say goodbye
It would be the nice thing to do
But with nice, comes your smile
And I cry to easily

By: K. Mulroney