Kealan Coady
Quick Sequence.
by Kealan Coady
Myself, me, I,
Sat, sat-ed
Ran, runned
Remembered - failed to forget
Followed - failed to lead
Watched in watchedness
you, you
Run, runned
Away, gone....
Sat, sat-ed
Ran, runned
Remembered - failed to forget
Followed - failed to lead
Watched in watchedness
you, you
Run, runned
Away, gone....
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Thursday 31st December 2009 12:56 pm
View Of Stale Harbour.
by Kealan Coady
A place becoming,
Under grey sky,
Wide and empty.
Closed.
Broken - decked boats
Hide
Behind massive branches
Of nearby trees
In twigged moonlight
A dog barks
At the gate
Chained in
Hungry for trespassers
Aquatic Hell
Wounded hull
Lapping slightly on the tide
Leaking driftwood.
Generator of lost journeys
And found homes
Now a burden of scenery....
Under grey sky,
Wide and empty.
Closed.
Broken - decked boats
Hide
Behind massive branches
Of nearby trees
In twigged moonlight
A dog barks
At the gate
Chained in
Hungry for trespassers
Aquatic Hell
Wounded hull
Lapping slightly on the tide
Leaking driftwood.
Generator of lost journeys
And found homes
Now a burden of scenery....
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Sunday 27th December 2009 1:12 pm
Inside The Mind Of Adolf Hitler.
by Kealan Coady
Crazy as clouds.
Expected like fiction.
Louder than noise.
Evil as the Earth.
Curious like the future.
Envious like plants.
Young as spring.
Old as midnight.
Whiter than the klan.
Darker than a hangman's past.
Deeper than acid.
Irrelevant like sand.
Relevant like sand....
Expected like fiction.
Louder than noise.
Evil as the Earth.
Curious like the future.
Envious like plants.
Young as spring.
Old as midnight.
Whiter than the klan.
Darker than a hangman's past.
Deeper than acid.
Irrelevant like sand.
Relevant like sand....
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Wednesday 23rd December 2009 7:22 pm
Accident on Tonight's Street.
by Kealan Coady
Footpath frozen
Open - windowed
Let the cold wind in
On this concrete evening.
Brightest shadow
Light revealing
Glint of glass on frost.
Road made of thunder.
Distant driver
Quiet and tired
Approaching quickly
Ten seconds from terror.
Awkward stumble
Car rotating
Spinning confusion
knowledge of injury
A tree receives
In wide - spined glee
A man in the air
From through th...
Open - windowed
Let the cold wind in
On this concrete evening.
Brightest shadow
Light revealing
Glint of glass on frost.
Road made of thunder.
Distant driver
Quiet and tired
Approaching quickly
Ten seconds from terror.
Awkward stumble
Car rotating
Spinning confusion
knowledge of injury
A tree receives
In wide - spined glee
A man in the air
From through th...
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Friday 18th December 2009 11:57 pm
Dialogue from a Tragedy
by Kealan Coady
Just a quick note: This is a scene from a play I am attempting to write, my first. I think it has somewhat of a poetic nature to it that's why I posted it up here. So let me know you think.
Dialogue from a Tragedy.
(Laocoon opens the scene unknowing of Zarathus' hidden presence).
Laocoon: I have seen
Man's greedy fingers spread
Over this planet.
There is no real fear
Of repercussion....
Dialogue from a Tragedy.
(Laocoon opens the scene unknowing of Zarathus' hidden presence).
Laocoon: I have seen
Man's greedy fingers spread
Over this planet.
There is no real fear
Of repercussion....
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Tuesday 15th December 2009 8:04 pm
Biography of a Backward Man.
by Kealan Coady
Breakfast at nightime
Warm in Winter.
Became a doctor first
Then went to school.
Studied all day
Failed.
Divorced three times
Then found love.
Felt guilty all his life
Then killed someone.
Created a cult
Never went to mass.
Picked the colours off paintings
And created a masterpiece
But died first....
Warm in Winter.
Became a doctor first
Then went to school.
Studied all day
Failed.
Divorced three times
Then found love.
Felt guilty all his life
Then killed someone.
Created a cult
Never went to mass.
Picked the colours off paintings
And created a masterpiece
But died first....
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Monday 14th December 2009 1:05 pm
I now consider myself a fully - qualified - photograph.
by Kealan Coady
Years ago when i was fat or fatter
Mirrors and reflective car windows
Terrified me.
My chins would plot against me
In flabby conviction
Like sword wounds
At the tip of my neck.
At thirteen I went on a diet
(rather feminine i know but i was miserable).
I imagined a different being,
A different photograph.
I desperately wanted to be average
As I knew nobody is perfect
How I envied th...
Mirrors and reflective car windows
Terrified me.
My chins would plot against me
In flabby conviction
Like sword wounds
At the tip of my neck.
At thirteen I went on a diet
(rather feminine i know but i was miserable).
I imagined a different being,
A different photograph.
I desperately wanted to be average
As I knew nobody is perfect
How I envied th...
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Tuesday 24th November 2009 5:14 pm
Logic, Reason, Perception, Experience.
by Kealan Coady
If logic is reason
And reason is perceptive
Then it is perfectly logical
To perceive reason
As individual experience.
Because one logic battle's another's
For ultimate experience of reason
And for unknown reason's
They all experience righteousness
Through reasoned perception's of previous experience's.
In mathematics this is known as unknown 'x'
So.....
If i perceive my own exper...
And reason is perceptive
Then it is perfectly logical
To perceive reason
As individual experience.
Because one logic battle's another's
For ultimate experience of reason
And for unknown reason's
They all experience righteousness
Through reasoned perception's of previous experience's.
In mathematics this is known as unknown 'x'
So.....
If i perceive my own exper...
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Thursday 12th November 2009 4:07 pm
At Least We Tried.
by Kealan Coady
The sky is a crying denial for you
And the fabric of mind, fragile as fear
But not see-through.
Your eyes like burning suns,
Slowly blistered heart,
Desperate disintegration.
The wind stopped blowing,
Stopped blowing for you
How you could never understand
We exist under the same clouds, the same stars,
The same insane search for soul.
I do not blame you.
As we gaze at the same...
And the fabric of mind, fragile as fear
But not see-through.
Your eyes like burning suns,
Slowly blistered heart,
Desperate disintegration.
The wind stopped blowing,
Stopped blowing for you
How you could never understand
We exist under the same clouds, the same stars,
The same insane search for soul.
I do not blame you.
As we gaze at the same...
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Sunday 8th November 2009 1:26 pm
Man of Many People.
by Kealan Coady
Man of Many People.
In morning I feel like my dreams
Were a series of battle's
A multitude of character's
Magnified desires of control.
My skull is precariously packed
With people I do not know
From places I have not heard before.
They do not progress me.
Sometime's my mouth opens
And unfamiliar voices rise
From a throat that differs in thought.
It is positively terrifying....
In morning I feel like my dreams
Were a series of battle's
A multitude of character's
Magnified desires of control.
My skull is precariously packed
With people I do not know
From places I have not heard before.
They do not progress me.
Sometime's my mouth opens
And unfamiliar voices rise
From a throat that differs in thought.
It is positively terrifying....
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Sunday 1st November 2009 3:56 pm
Fear Theory
by Kealan Coady
This is my poem on religon, if your a hardcore catholic turn away now.
Fear Theory.
Of morals and methods the grey one speaks
And men in tall chairs shield
From the knowledge of question.
The fools world spread their winged ears
To receive the good news:
"We need more money."
Theft without apparent crime they feed on fear
And the poor come packed
With a pocketful of sorry
Impoveris...
Fear Theory.
Of morals and methods the grey one speaks
And men in tall chairs shield
From the knowledge of question.
The fools world spread their winged ears
To receive the good news:
"We need more money."
Theft without apparent crime they feed on fear
And the poor come packed
With a pocketful of sorry
Impoveris...
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Thursday 29th October 2009 6:26 pm
From Beneath Hades.
by Kealan Coady
From Beneath Hades.
I parachute from the past.
And land in the future with broken legs.
I take comfort in contrast
But not that often.
Watching trees become twigs
Carefully constructing coffins
For adequate occupants
I have percieved.
Between courage and Heaven
There are heroes in doorways
Of seldom - seen kingdom's
Hoping for echoes they watch
Simple people compete in states...
I parachute from the past.
And land in the future with broken legs.
I take comfort in contrast
But not that often.
Watching trees become twigs
Carefully constructing coffins
For adequate occupants
I have percieved.
Between courage and Heaven
There are heroes in doorways
Of seldom - seen kingdom's
Hoping for echoes they watch
Simple people compete in states...
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Friday 16th October 2009 2:18 pm
De Frustratie Neurose
by Kealan Coady
De Frustratie Neurose
Let us leave.
Let us cut our way
Through the surgeries of love
And when we get hurt
We can just nurse the failures.
Within thick stitches
There is the healing of pleasure
We are safe for now
From time's gradual grip
Because out time cannot be measured.
Let us leave.
Let us cut our way
Through the surgeries of love
And when we get hurt
We can just nurse the failures.
Within thick stitches
There is the healing of pleasure
We are safe for now
From time's gradual grip
Because out time cannot be measured.
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Thursday 15th October 2009 6:27 pm
The Fires of Burning Midnight.
by Kealan Coady
The Fires of Burning Midnight.
Each second; a tiny flame.
It flickers red and fluent
This goes on till morning.
The burnt out ruin of the day
Drags it's ugly sentiment
Beast - like, post - meal, turning....
Each second; a tiny flame.
It flickers red and fluent
This goes on till morning.
The burnt out ruin of the day
Drags it's ugly sentiment
Beast - like, post - meal, turning....
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Monday 12th October 2009 11:34 pm
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