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A furious darkness is the sum of all forms.
The equity of beings from across space,
dwindling on the breaches of failed time
so dark it is violent
so real it is unavoidable.

We are the sayings of simple organics,
living parables
falling into the future
and the definite loss of all shine.

No sun prevails in the bitter fight with gravity.

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Of moving parts, of used pieces spr...

Saturday 11th May 2013 11:04 am

Her

by Kealan Coady

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She is beautiful and she needs me.
We are whole together and nothing can stop us.
Her eyes are white blue
like two tiny oceans
and rupture my soul when they look
at four in the morning
crying for insects
and packing a screen.

Her smile is a testament of bliss,
her kiss, a flowery touch,
an assuring thing
and all her faults are pure.

2

We sit by the sea.
We feel the beach o...

Wednesday 8th May 2013 7:40 am

Our Fault Is Urge

by Kealan Coady

Urge is the cause of all chaos.
If nobody felt then
the world would be perfect and without quality.

Properties are reasons for defilement.

No needs and
no search for means.
Calm
with purity of being,
to be free
of the need
to aquire, contain and control.

To relinquish luxury's distraction
and return
to a glorious form of prehistorism.

As the world evolves a proof
that pe...

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Friday 3rd May 2013 7:25 am

In Her I Felt The Sun

by Kealan Coady

In her I was warm
and a feeling of elation engaged me.

In her there was light,
it mightily shone true and glistening.

In her lay the totality
of the moon, of the sun.

In her my soul was mended

Because in her
was the end.

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Thursday 2nd May 2013 8:42 am

Checkpoint

by Kealan Coady

What if our total experience
is managed by forms that are
beyond our cosmic constintuency?
What if our lives are not lived but
adhered, negated?

Love and rage,
peace and imperfections.

Each of us may well be unreal,

contolled by some future government
or gaming company.

What if our hardware wears out
and leaves our skeleton wanting?

Each one defined dimly
by the soft pixel b...

Wednesday 24th April 2013 9:34 am

Words No Bigger Than Nails

by Kealan Coady

See
Who you
fail to
be.

Calm
ask for
the last
time.

You
full and
fail to
bruise.

See
you are
gone like
me.

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Tuesday 23rd April 2013 9:12 am

Blonde Memory

by Kealan Coady

Still.
Perfume on the pillow
and
starlight in the wound
consuming
our forgotten futures.

A glisten of flesh in the moon
glow forming
in the soft place she slept.

New kiss, near past awake
on cold thought mornings

her mind, her skin,
the way of her hair
blonde on my chest in the dark.

Never the arguments
just the sparkly darkness
and quiet manufacture

of things long wante...

Monday 1st April 2013 10:21 am

For A Short Time.

by Kealan Coady

Death is the final refusal.

It discards the giggle of time,
that beast with a stretch
the length of a universe.

The strong silent type of dark matter
and the blush of unfinished principles,
of critical strings.

Important as every heart attack there ever was,
some believe the concept
a messiah of numbers.

True freedom may appear as a slight vibration.
A curl in the fringe of our...

Friday 15th February 2013 11:06 am

The Perfect Communist Reproduction Of The Natural World

by Kealan Coady

A fortress for us in the forest.
Sure, azure, a slur
in the blue above.
Soft, slight and shiny.
Sheer and sleek not shaking.
A wake of wayward warlessness.

Broad and open the winged Earth breathes,
breeds a batter of lives and leisures
fed on silence, the pure milk of the forest
and the new born future learns indifference
and the tolerance of forms.

The co - existence of skittering...

Tuesday 12th February 2013 12:29 pm

Dusk Trouble

by Kealan Coady

Coming down off speed and attempting to skulk
among the shadows as I walk home.
Defeated by the simplest encounter of the Earth
I struggle my raw bones.

My skeleton is the consequence
of the search for temorary bliss.
The punishment of a desire to be free.

And others see me slink like a vacant pyjamas.
A living apology to the human race.

Breaking between moments of astonishingly ori...

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Friday 8th February 2013 2:33 pm

In Defence of Light

by Kealan Coady

Source of all cause.
A breach in original symmetry
authentic and unretainable
like the softest star
beating in the pulse of its end.
Swirling in a panic, the particles
slow to a nub, mute.

The absent whisper of a guilty galaxy
turning inward, a reversal
of energy released relentlessly
it peaks, compact, complete.

A shift, shimmer, a slight
but definite black pinpoint centre
of the...

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Kealan Coady

The Last Star

Saturday 11th May 2013 11:04 am

Her

Wednesday 8th May 2013 7:40 am

Our Fault Is Urge

Friday 3rd May 2013 7:25 am

In Her I Felt The Sun

Thursday 2nd May 2013 8:42 am

Checkpoint

Wednesday 24th April 2013 9:34 am

Words No Bigger Than Nails

Tuesday 23rd April 2013 9:12 am

Blonde Memory

Monday 1st April 2013 10:21 am

For A Short Time.

Friday 15th February 2013 11:06 am

The Perfect Communist Reproduction Of The Natural World

Tuesday 12th February 2013 12:29 pm

Dusk Trouble

Friday 8th February 2013 2:33 pm

In Defence of Light

Tuesday 5th February 2013 1:39 pm

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