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Ronel O'Reilly Poems
This is not what I have imagined my life to be A 3X3 meter fortress thick walls
Penthouse no 5
I have been moved to a new spot... a new spot on the block I call it Penthouse no 5
The Gentle Souls
I prefer the gentle souls people in the right state of mind. Short fuses and anger tantrums cause me anxiety - their sole
I don't want to talk to the Jesus people I don't want to hear that this hellhole plays a small part in my salvation. I don't want to hear
A laughing matter
I remember our endless conversations. How we would be civil to
63 Cats in a hat
63 Cats in a hat going through their own magical experiences. Every night the same
You have no power over me
You might think you have absolute power over me... by slamming the gate in my face, you only confine me
Down The Rabbit Hole
If given a choice would one choose to merely exist? Endless days floating into each other a comfortable state of Non-Being.
The Glass Cabinet
Grandma left me her glass corner display cabinet - I used to spend hours in front of it when I was small, memorising all the little
In her poem 'Stripping life of it's sweetness' my friend, Margaret Alice Second writes, ' I keep searching for deeper meanings' as she refuses
She creates beats tricks and effects on EQ understanding and perceiving sound capturing the essence in a pair of speakers
The Little Black Book
I have a little black book words of wisdom gathered over the years notes, eye-openers
November 2010 I became a statistic labled - criminal - within twenty minutes
Ebb and Flow
The ebb and flow of my life are controlled by my moods and they seesaw between
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This is not what
I have imagined my life to be
A 3X3 meter fortress
and steel gates
keeping all evil at bay.
Knights in brown uniforms
and rubber boots
patrolling through the night.
A mindless exercise
requiring no skill
but to stay awake.
Inside my fortress
filled with endless possibilities
fragments of my imagination.
What to choose, what to choose...
Super Villan, Super Hero
the capacity to go
beyond this universe
always in control
of my own perception.