As Dreams Wrought Of WindA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)A trip through the dark mind of a daft Irish poet!I am but insanity…kindled fair A madness, a sadness A soul stripped bare A forlorn sod, forsaken by God As absent of substance As dreams wrought of air I have from emptiness come Of darkness begotten Scion of a sire, dark and dire… I am but the essence forgotten The unwanted presence The sharp sear to the skin From the fire I am but Heaven and Hell In an unholy mix Most unsightly enlightenment Of such unlikely pair I am magic made tragic By soul fooling tricks I am but insanity …kindled fair… © 2015 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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1 Review Added on September 5, 2015 Last Updated on September 5, 2015 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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