Irish?

Irish?

Irish teetered, looking down to the waves.
Unknown blackness, swirling underwater caves.
The burning world behind him, catching up to fast.
Flames lick his heal, as he tries stepping back.

The moment is now, Irish, you must decide.
Jump to the black or to the flames you abide.
Decide, sweet Irish!… it’s time to decide!
And below the sirens sing:
“Irish come play with us. Come set yourself free.
The waves always brings us where we need to be.”

Irish, you sit now? Burning comfortably on your peak?
Is knowing death better than the life you fear to seek?
But Irish cannot hear us, he’s chosen his path.
Fear defeated freedom, he’s waiting for Death’s wrath.

The moment was now, Irish, you had to decide.
Jump to the black, instead the flames you abide.
Decide, sweet Irish, did you finally decide?
And below the sirens sing:
“Irish won’t play with us, won’t set himself free.
The waves would have made him what he yearned to be.”

It’s never to late, Irish….jump!… and see!

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Don’t be scared…

Don't be scared...

Don’t be scared, my love
For the monsters in the dark are only in your thoughts
And thoughts are yours to create new worlds,
Not worry of imagined brutes who are to afraid to climb out from under the bed.

Don’t be scared, my love
For the monsters in the day are only those ones who live afraid
And your world is much bigger than Fear and its fiends
Care not and cower non to those who choose to feel by showing fangs

Don’t be scared, my love
For the monster in the mirror is not a monster at all
Very soon you will look in his beautiful, yellow eyes
And you will see universes and the new worlds longing to be built.

Don’t be scared, my love… Don’t be scared.

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