Pilot

 

Up, to the boundless skies, to the endless blue

My silver wings carried me high as I flew

My craft climbed to embrace the rising Sun

Rainbow of lights swirled and joined as one

With speed I climb, into the turbulent air

As high as my restless spirit would dare

Chasing the wind, hovering in a celestial dance

The clouds around me float as if in a trance

I left the Earth behind to disappear in shame

The sky beckons me, a flickering flame

My soul longs to break the surly bonds

Atop the mountain peaks, and soar beyond

When my wings are washed with the beams of the sun

Alas my flying days are finally done

As the Elysian Field before me Unfold

I know that my plane had mechanically stalled

Full thrust and pitch down, that is the norm

The plane shakes and flies into the raging storm

Mayday, Mayday. Now, I will meet my fate

No grave for an Eagle, only a nest at the gate

Of immortality, as I transform with grace

Into a majestic Eagle, my destiny will embrace

While in silence, the Angels softly trod

I climbed into the heavens to touch the face of god

 

Maxwell O’Reilly

Dying Wish

 The sun set, filled the night with gloom

Stars were crucified across my room

I steal a glance at the settings sun

I see flickering shadows I cannot shun

A wraith drifting in the mortal realm

A devil steering at the ship’s sinking helm

A ghost searching, an ethereal form

A memory forgotten lost in a storm

Hope will be ash, scattered on the wind

Bloody reaping, a wing clipped and pinned

On a crimson canvas, gasping for breath

Gloriously proclaim: I'm the Chosen of Death

No mortal can harness my will to die

I climb the smoke to the land above the sky

In blissful heavens. Mortal, stay where you are

I set my hearth ablaze to warm the dying stars

Maxwell O'Reilly

Birthday

 Stay and mourn at the tomb of the dead

Where his broken heart profusely bled

As if the wounded sky cried tears of red

Glory is a banner from his wings outspread

Wretched, broken by a ravenous storm unfed

His quivering heart shall scorch and shred

Alas, his forty snows had not yet been shed

Song of his birth turned into a lament instead

 

Maiden of dreams, bride of eternal light

Stay and mourn, let candles burn bright

Warm your heart in the coldness of the night

Let the tides wash your tears and plight

Bathe your tears in rivers of sorrow and delight

Forget not, it was his will, to perish in flight

His dead wings carried him like a silver kite

His soul will eternally soar to a greater height

 

Maxwell O'Reilly

Abyss

 

He bid her farewell

And chose Hell

he never knew bliss

he was ejected from the sky

A wounded bird

His mother had discarded him an infant

Because he was "sin personified”

A Fallen angel

He lived a pawn between two Angels

Steeped in between

A shattered wine bottle

And the embrace of a cheap whore

They do not know mercy

They do not know remorse

The sound of their arguing

Left in his heart deep wounds

And excruciating pain

He chose to leave

Escape to another dimension

Perhaps he could find relief

When he flies away

But the sky

Tired of the beats of

His troubled heart

His breath hitched

Clipped his wings

As if they were a burned-out candle wick

There is no place in the sky

For a wingless bird

There is no place in the sky

For a heart quivering with the storm

Turmoil in his soul

As dark as a solar eclipse

An endless abyss swallowed up by the storm

When he opened his eyes

After the Fall

He became subject to new bonds

Merciless Mechanical shocks

awakened from the depths of the end

As he tumbles further into darkness

He still dreams of salvation

Maxwell O'Reilly

Melancholy

 

Melancholy, whisper gently lest the Eagle awakes

Was that the sound of his ‘heart’ about to break?

 

The Eagle sleeps rocked by the sweet hand of Death

Await, was that a tear, was that a gentle breath?

 

Was that a ‘Star’ that sparkled in shiny ‘blue’?

Was that the Sun that turned into ‘grayish hue’?

 

Was that an Angel, an ephemeral earthly guest?

Was that an ‘Eagle’ tired of his ‘burdened nest’?

 

Melancholy, whisper gently lest the Sleeping Eagle flies

Unto the voiceless mountains with troubled eyes

 

Lest ‘Death’ feeds on his anguished 'burning brain'

On a heart tormented with years of ‘unbearable pain’

 

The ‘Heart’ is now still; that once stood to the storm

A mighty Angel was ‘caged in a feeble human form’

 

Peace, peace! Death has won him; yet the celestial ‘light’

Still shines the way to ‘Heaven’ on his ‘last eternal flight’

 

Max O’Reilly

Silver Eagle

Rise, Silver Eagle, and shake the dust

Fly with the scorching wind; hover with the gust

Soar high above the clouds into a dream
Turn the world into chaos with your thundering scream

Shake the dust of years past and years to come
With your everlasting scream strike them dumb

Behold, the flaming orb, awaits your wing
Fly unto the sun, your burning throne, O’King

And there unite with God; “O’ hasten thither
No more let life divide what Death can join together.”

 

Max O'Reilly

Cloud Whisperer

 

An ‘Eagle’ flew above the gloomy clouds
That engulfed him in a misty shroud

The ‘Eagle’ whispered to the clouds to ‘rain’
The downpour entrapped him in a watery bane

Lightning struck and broke his feeble wings
The mighty storms blew in full swing 

The Eagle lifted his broken wings in flight
And flew higher toward that blissful light

The Eagle, to the sky’s embrace, has flown
Fearless; is that his coffin or his throne?

In Heaven he will now eternally dwell
It was the time for him to bid farewell

Do not grieve or his passing mourn
For he is at Peace; and unto Peace reborn

Max O'Reilly

Awake 'Me' not!

 

Awake 'Me' not! surely 'I' take 'My' fill
Of deep eternal rest, forgetful of all ill

Awake Me not; surly I long for Rest
I urge you all to honor this request 

The Will is signed; it’s time to rejoice
Do not be grieved; for it is my choice 

When it’s the time to give up my breath
Do Not awaken Me into ‘mechanical death’

The diseased heart will turn into blissful ice
The light I see beckoning Me does suffice 

To draw Me closer to that blessed place 
Where eternal joy will this pain replace 

Heavens welcomes me with loving arm
Free of this Pain and safe from harm

No blinding veil to cloud my tired eye
Or bloody fever to silence my anguished cry

Awake Me not; I’m soaring high
And with ‘Peace’, I await to ‘Die’… 

 

Max O'Reilly

No Pulse

I unravel her braids
Black as ashes
Her hands on my chest
Holding me accountable for my sins
Reliving the torment I inflicted
The pain, sharp as a stabbing knife
I can’t stop the ghosts’ suffering
I can’t alter destiny
Perplexed,
Was it a dream?
I saw heavens in her eyes
Hell in her tears
I brush away her tears
I try to say her name
I have forgotten how to talk
Her lips against mine
As her breast heaves
She twines her legs against mine
I forget to breathe
She undoes me
With her smile
I hear whispers in the darks
This is so real
The world unfreezes
My mind screams
The voice of time
Her body changes to shadow
Distracted with the lures of human world
I surrender to shadows, to death
The magic to quell my mind’s ghosts
Forget your heart, your dreams
Love can’t live in such a sick place
All is lost
Turned to ashes
Cindered shadows
Singed earth
I have ignited death’ wrath
Estranged from her
Her voice is winter
Filled with emptiness
Always in pain, alone
I am weightless, fearless
I am her light
I soar above the darkness
Swirling robes of nights
Wave of pain washes over me
Embers gleaming in my wounds
Find your song, Death says
Battle and blood
Pain and Rage
Unleash the flood
He stands as Statue as he accepts my pain
My wounds weep blood
A Star shaped scar on my heart grows
Swallowing the darkness
Swallowing the pain
All that remains
Is her dark hair
And her hand on my chest
That does not feel pulse

Maxwell O’Reilly

Revelation

The Eagle flies in utter solitude 

Above the dark clouds

Contemplates the rain

That dampens his tired wings 

He longs for his nest

And his childhood memories

Fire burns in his wounded heart

Mixed with the red rain

flowing like a flood

He was promised the world 

But ended up disaffected 

Remembers spilled blood

And mayhem 

Screams in excruciating pain

Echoes of his cries die unheard

The eagle is staring

Through the bars of despair

To the bright constellations

The stars die swiftly 

If unexplored 

Max O'Reilly

Lady of the Wolves

A wolf howls his ancient rune

My eternal love, lady of the moon

I hear your voice upon the storm

glance upon your ethereal form

With reverence as eager stars, as bright

As a desolate prey that fears the night

I long for the hunt under your flaming glow

To trudge deep and run free in the snow

The mountains soar before me in scorn

Of my love for you, desolate and forlorn

 Down the valleys that gulp my soul

Shards piercing my heart, a gaping hole

That longs to mend by your glorious hand

The wolf cries his hunger throughout the land

For your touch, your lips, your embrace

My quivering heart is whole in your grace

Lady of the Wolves, goddess of the hunt

My bleak fate I must ultimately confront

Maxwell O’Reilly