dreamer ghost

Cried for 10 years,
prayed for 10 years,
exhausting mortal allotment of tears.
Reverently letting go,
ephemeral hand of lost searching
soul;
this lifetime
destined to be a holy man.
Lotus and sterile
upon quivering cliffs,
scolded by the laughter
of river om,
peeling a snakeskin of smudge,
fingerprints of impostors
and false lovers
revealing nothing, save the storm.
Gales of scarlet turbulence,
stupid will, drowning
in torrential zen,
and deep within dark sheets
just beyond mortal infection,
yet close like lingering perfume,
modulating, noise and note,
virgin silhouette of inspiration -
the dreamer ghost


bones

ancient bones whisper
secrets told in murmurs
rustling dark trees
as the night’s wind


négligée

your tears rain
bathing every wound
and delicate scar
under a négligée
of silk and lace


the spider’s dream

the spider’s dream…


website launch…Michael McGuirt Music

Michael McGuirt Music up and running  ~   http://michaelmcguirt.com/

studio x

studio x


the blues

the crickets and the wind

orchestrate the mood

playing the blues

of an endless night


pieces

invisible pieces
of you
float like feathers
each one
a different colored
emotion


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