by Oisín Breen
Saturday, August 30, 2003
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Lyre is the great rudimentary dream to keep the world forgetful it's awake.
Sunk deep in mockery, lyre, rebellion, sounds silent, roars silent, is still.
Unending bombs fall dead to the sea.
Torment is grace.
Grace is masturbatory.
Locked in a myth, in fascination, look through the iron gauze glass.
Lance your wounds, protect your scorn for a romp a time.
Lyre is deceiving! A liar! a thief!
Locked in a cell of walls and a wife, I screach, bemoan the life of lyre.
Still waking silences of dreams passing by unaltered enchant.
Snowed under by resolutions, lyre is gathered like crops, sowed as seeds, left grow to ash can angelics.
Lyre is a thief, a liar, a myth.
Lyre is still the walking silence that haunts me.
Lyre is my mystery, my sadness, the woke-up morning time get up falsetto.
Copyright © 2003 Oisín Breen. No reprints or distribution of any kind sort in any form in this or any other known universe or dimension or medium without my express permission.
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|Reviewed by Mariel O' Keeffe
|Excellent write Oisin!
repition works very well
"Lyre is my mystery, my sadness, the woke-up morning time get up falsetto"
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|A masterful write! Loved this: "Grace is masturbatory."|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Well done, Oisin. Glad to see you back and posting.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|"Grace is masturbatory." very interesting line in this engrossing wtite...|
|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|Oisin a most powerful and poignant piece...Excellant...love your style!
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Yes long time noe see Poet.
"Still waking silences of dreams passing by unaltered enchant.
Snowed under by resolutions, lyre is gathered like crops, sowed as seeds, left grow to ash can angelics"
I always am in awe to your unique style Oisin.
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Powerful write and words! Love this!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Lyricism is a gift and a curse. Once made a lyre lamp in shop. With my twin brother, we had two. My mom was so proud to display them on end tables.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Hey you!! long time no see!!
hope you entered this for the contest!!
Outstanding and masterfully done my friend!!
Missed you like crazy!!
How are you doing?
Still running around the world?
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|excellent write, oisin! have missed you here; hope all is well! :D (((HUGS))) and love, your friend, karen lynn.|