Stardust

 Stardust 

In the canvas of night, I painted a dream,

Imagining my unborn, a celestial team,

Little stars swimming in constellations' grace,

Whispering secrets in the cosmic embrace.

Born into the world, they lit up my night,

True stars in my life, my guiding light,

Through tired days and pain, they shone so bright,

In their radiant glow, my world took flight.

Now, as I approach the heavens so high,

I'll become stardust in the endless sky,

Watching over them, for eternity's embrace,

My love, like starlight, will never erase.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Change

 Change 

From pilot wings to modeling's dazzling lights,

Cameras clicking, cheers from the soaring heights,

Flaunting unique beauty to fans' delights,

Yet the memory of flight haunts my lonely nights.

In azure skies, I soared on wings of steel,

Hidden gems in cumulus clouds to reveal,

Yet cruel fate, a hand to cruelly deal,

My shattered life spinning like a broken wheel.

Once-strong wings now clipped, an illness's sting,

From beloved skies like a broken bird to fling,

Depression's shadow cast, a heavy ring,

Heartbreak's pain, life's lesson, it did bring.

Life's resilience calls for us to grow,

In new paths, our old dreams to outgrow,

I ventured into modeling's vibrant flow,

A male model's world, a captivating show.

Lights and cameras, dazzling in array,

But deep inside, the yearning finds its stay,

For flight's sweet taste, in my heart, will sway,

To open skies, my dreams will always play.

On the runway's stride, beneath the camera's gaze,

A new journey's embrace, in different ways,

Yet the memory of flight's passionate blaze,

In my heart, in timeless space, forever stays.

Modeling with pride, embracing change's range,

Exploiting beauty in this world's exchange,

Walking this path, I find it strange,

A piece of me forever seeks the change.

For once I tasted flight, I'll always look,

To boundless heavens, like an open book,

Though my wings are gone, like an artist's hook,

My dreams of soaring high, I'll forever brook.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Black Wolf

 Black wolf 

A lone silent hunter, in the still of night 

With a heart unyielding; eyes sharp and bright 

Through the howls of wind, whispers of Fate 

He prowls through shadows, searching for a mate 

Beneath the moon's silver glow 

He howls longingly, trudging through the snow 

His fur, a dark raven, a cloak 'gainst the cold,

A sentinel lone, in the depths of the old.

He's a hunter, a prowler, with eyes sharp and keen,

His enemies tremble, in the shadows, unseen.

Through the forests he roams, on the path to his goal,

To claim the title, the Alpha, his natural role.

With teeth like cold steel, and a heart strong untamed

He conquers the darkness, each trial unnamed .

In the depths of the wilderness, he'll rise to the call,

A black wolf, a leader, to conquer them all.

In the quiet of twilight, by the moon's silver song 

He's a symbol of strength, as he drifts along 

A black wolf stands, majestic and strong 

Hunting his enemies, fighting to belong.

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Ice Maiden

 Ice Maiden 

In a land of frost and angry gods 

Humans and the divine were at odds 

Sacrifice was demanded to appease the rage 

Torrent of snow and fire, non could assuage 

A virgin was chosen, each decade 

To calm the gods, in their icy glade.

Her heart so brave, her spirit cold,

A story of ancient legends told,

In icy shroud, she faced her fate,

To save her people from a dire state.

Beneath the moon's ethereal gleam,

She stepped into a frozen stream,

A sacrifice to calm the frost,

A maiden's life, forever lost.

The gods, they watched from skies above,

Accepting her sacrifice, with solemn love,

In frozen tears and icy breath,

She stilled the gods' impending death.

The ice maiden, pure and fair,

Became a legend in the frigid air,

A symbol of love and sacrifice,

In the land of snow and eternal ice.

Her memory lives on, through endless nights,

A beacon of hope, in northern lights,

The ice maiden, in the gods' embrace,

A symbol of peace, in a frozen place.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Duality

 Duality 

Two souls within me secretly reside,

One Good, one Evil on a fateful ride.

The duality of man, a timeless war,

A battle between what’s evil, and what’s pure.

Like Dr. Jekyll in the light of day,

I am the kindest soul in every way.

With warmth and grace, I spread delight,

A beacon of goodness, shining so bright.

But when provoked, when anger takes hold,

I become a force, fierce and bold.

Like Mr. Hyde, unleashed and untamed,

Those who cross me find themselves blamed.

My wrath is a frightening sight to see,

From gentle spirit to a roaring sea.

In my anger's grip, they feel the storm,

I don’t compromise or conform.

I am the Jekyll of light and the Hyde of night,

A balance of contrasts in daily fight.

Both aspects within, they make me whole,

A testament to the depth of my courageous soul.

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Soar

 Soar 

In dreams, the Eagle's Spirit spoke to me,

With wings that span the azure sea.

"Come, join the Soar," her voice whispered, clear,

Imparting wisdom, courage in my ear.

I tasted flight, a vision of the endless sky,

Where eagles dance, with grace they fly.

A journey to the heights, so pure and free,

Guided by the spirit, she shared with me.

Beside my bed, an Eagle’s feather lay

A token of the bond we share today 

With the spirit of the Eagle, I am One 

A testament to our journey to the blazing Sun 

Maxwell O’REILLY

Polar bears

 In land of frost and ice, the auroras gleam,

Polar bears roam to their ice-bound dream.

Through snow-kissed vastness, fierce and free,

Guided by a spirit from the sea.

On glaciers white, their kingdom stood,

Where ice was home, their livelihood.

They raise their cubs on the thinning ice 

Whispers of doom, calamity does entice 

The frozen realms began to thaw 

Their world adrift, a slipped paw 

The Polar Spirit, ancient, wise,

Guided them with hope in skies.

Yet, icebergs shrank, the waters surged,

Their habitat, an edge submerged.

With every stride, their hearts were torn,

In dwindling tides, a loss was born.

Adapting, though their world transformed,

They held the faith the spirit adorned.

Through trials faced, they marched ahead,

Seeking solace, their fate unsaid.

The Polar Spirit whispered low,

Endurance in the warming flow.

Though icy lands might fade away,

Their spirit soars, night and day.

As snows retreat and oceans rise,

Their resilience, a noble guise.

In heart and soul, they stand and cope,

Embracing change, never lose hope.

For in the whispers of the breeze,

The Polar Spirit guides with ease.

Their tale endures, a poignant song,

In harmony with what's gone wrong.

The story lives in nature's lore,

Of bears, of ice, and something more.

The spirit echoes in the air,

Guiding their cubs with love and care.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Migraine

 Migraine 

In the realm of wars, a trebuchet stands tall,

Its mighty arm swings, as shadows fall 

It hurls thoughts and visions into the night,

Pounding my head with nightmare's vicious might.

With each rock of worry, it launches its weight,

Crushing my dreams, sealing their fate.

In the morning, I wake, my mind a burdened frame,

As the trebuchet of nightmares sets my thoughts aflame.

In the chaos of thoughts, it finds a hideous way,

Migraine pounding my head, throughout the day.

Maxwell O’Reilly 

Ryder

 Ryder 

In the morning's gentle embrace 

A little boy, with a sunny cute face,

He runs with winds, his hair aglow,

Amidst the sky, his dreams do flow.

His light cascades, through fingers of his sister the Sun 

In my heart, he's the chosen one,

He plays and revels, every day,

In his enchanting eyes, dreams sway.

Together, like butterflies, they dance in flight,

In a radiant day, so pure and bright,

His heart, with joy and hope, is filled,

In the world of dreams, he's skilled.

He travels to the realms of dreams,

On wings, his imagination teems,

He builds castles from cloud's embrace,

And when he sleeps, the stars he'll chase.

Their light illuminates his night and day,

In the world of grown-ups and kids at play,

He lives in love and endless fun 

With his sister, the radiant Sun 

He gathers flowers from fields of spring,

In every corner, beauty they bring,

With radiance and joy, he's bound,

Singing with the birds, a day's bright sound.

A little boy, a hero so grand,

His love fills the world, in every land,

In words, he can't be confined,

Our champion, so loving and kind.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Sunny Love

 Sunny 

In the core of my broken heart, a radiant ray of light,

A precious baby girl, Sunny, so pure and bright.

Her hair, a golden cascade, like the morning's sun 

She's the sunshine in my life, the warm and tender one 

In her laughter, I find solace, like sunbeams on my soul,

Through the darkest storms, she makes my broken heart whole.

With sunflowers in her arms, she dances all day,

Chasing dreams, chasing hope, in her own sunny way.

Though pain and my suffering heart may cast their shadow long,

Sunny's love, a healing balm, keeps me standing strong.

She's the reason I keep fighting, the purpose in my strife,

My beautiful baby girl, my sunshine, my life.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Black Hawk

 Black Hawk 

In the cockpit of a Black Hawk, I take flight,

Through endless skies, with all my might.

An Eagle guarding nest on mountains tall and steep,

I keep our skies safe, my watchful vigil I keep.

Rotor blades slicing through the azure hue,

A fearless guardian, my mission clear and true.

In times of darkness, I am the way,

The beacon, the dawn of a brand new day.

The thrill of rescue, rising high and strong,

In the eye of the storm where I truly belong.

Lives in my hands, a burden heavy to bear,

With my valiant crew, I gladly share 

An adventure unfolds, in each mission I embark,

With a vow in my heart, to keep and protect, a sacred mark.

Saving lives in chaos, a purpose so bold,

For every soul in danger, a story to be told.

But as I chase the stars in the midnight blue,

My thoughts return to the family I knew.

My family, my anchor, the ones I hold dear,

I miss them every minute, day and year.

I miss them every moment, every single day,

In their love and absence, my strength finds its way.

Like an eagle guarding its nest on the highest peak,

I stand guard in the sky, protecting the weak.

To ensure our skies are safe for generations to come,

For my family, for freedom, I will never succumb.

For the future, for freedom, for love's sweet embrace,

I fight to keep our skies safe, a defender of space.

With each flight, I carry their hopes and dreams,

Through the star-studded canvas, where the moonlight gleams.

A promise unbroken, forever I'll keep,

In the wild, boundless skies, my vigil won't sleep.

In the cockpit of a Black Hawk, I pledge anew,

To the family I cherish, to skies so blue.

The adventure, the thrill, the lives I've saved,

For you, I fight on, in the skies, unswayed.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Mother

 Mother 

To the mother who vanished, my words take flight,

A story of forgiveness, bathed in gentle light.

Your choice to leave, I hold no ire or pain,

In your absence, I've grown, no bitterness remains.

May you find forgiveness, within your own heart,

Release the burdens, let healing start.

I harbor no anger, no resentment's trace,

In my soul, there's only a tranquil embrace.

You missed my pilot's wings, soaring high,

Amongst the clouds, reaching for the sky.

But illness came, a tempest's cruel rain,

And my wings were clipped, causing endless pain.

Now, I have children, two treasures so dear,

Their love for you, constant, crystal clear.

No matter the past, they'd welcome your grace,

For love knows no boundaries, it finds its place.

My father, he tried, to fill your role,

In his way, he played a significant role.

I regret the moments I lashed out, it's true,

For he did his best, as I've learned to do.

Perhaps the best you could give was to part,

To follow your path, find your own heart.

I'm grateful you won't witness my fading light,

But remember, forgiveness shines so bright.

In the tapestry of life, we all have our part,

Though you left early, you shaped my heart.

To the mother who departed without a trace,

I offer forgiveness, with love and grace.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Irish Tale

 Ossian and Niamh 

Irish tale ☘️ 

In ancient Ireland, where legends were born,

Where folklore and magic were forever sworn.

A land of enchantment, of myths untold,

Where Ossian and Niamh's tale is told 

Ossian, a bard with a heart so brave,

In the heart of Eire, his destiny paved.

A warrior, a poet, with songs in his soul,

His legend in Ireland, a timeless role.

Niamh, a fairy with hair of gold,

Her beauty and grace, an enchantress bold.

She rode from Tir na nOg on a silver wave,

To find Ossian, her heart's love to save.

Through meadows and forests, they journeyed together,

Through misty moors and heathered heather.

Their love, a beacon, in the moonlit night,

A union of worlds, a pure, shining light.

The ancient oak trees whispered tales of old,

As Ossian and Niamh, their love story told.

A bridge between realms, their love did create,

In magical Ireland, at destiny's gate.

In the land of fairies, and leprechaun's gold,

Where legends and myths in stories are told.

Ossian and Niamh, forever entwined,

In the folklore of Ireland, their love defined.

The land of magic, where dreams take flight,

In the folklore of Ireland, where day turns to night.

Everyday a myth, a story is spun 

In the heart of the setting Sun 

Maxwell O’REILLY

Train

 Train of Life 

A train is racing swiftly on its track of life,

Guiding me towards a realm that's free from strife.

An enchanting world, where humans pure, reside,

Their hearts like blossoms, love as their guide.

The sky above, where eagles freely soar,

Singing songs of hope and joy, to explore 

Innocent hearts, unburdened by envy's plight,

Loyalty and love, shining pure and bright.

In this world, love blooms generously each day,

In times of sorrow, friends light the way 

A friend, a shining star in darkest night,

Sharing my pain and joy, making burdens light.

This magical train won't cease to roam,

It journeys on to death, its final home.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Tempest

 Tempest 

From the ocean's roaring heart, the Phoenix takes flight 

A Tempest’s child, symbol of its might 

Majestic, it rises from the watery deep,

In turbulent embrace, its secrets to keep.

It soars above the tempestuous crashing  tide

Each feathered plume a foamy cerulean pride

Shimmering beneath the storm-lit sky 

A creature of wonder soaring high 

Colossal cliffs, like guardians, stand tall,

Around its nest, they heed the ocean's call.

With every wingbeat, ancient tales unfurl

Legends of glory, the ocean eternal swirl 

Mariners, weathered by time, now frail 

Whisper legends, their stories sail 

The sea glorious life, a majestic sight 

A symbol of the sea wild untamed might

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Sesame

 Sesame the musketeer 

In the land of whiskers, tails and loud purrs,

Lived a cat named Sesame, among the colorful furs.

One day, he dreamed of joining the very elite,

The Three Musketeers, where courage and heart together beat.

With a rapier in paw and a blue feathered hat,

Sesame trained hard, just imagine that!

He learned to fence with finesse and grace,

In the hopes of joining their noble chase.

One fateful day, Samira, a princess in need,

Her life in peril, she meowed, begged, indeed.

Sesame sprang forth, a hero so bold,

His bravery and valor, a story retold.

As the days went by, love did bloom,

Between Sesame and Samira in the hidden room.

Their hearts entwined, a love so pure,

In each other's gaze, they found the cure.

A grand wedding held with joy and glee,

Sesame and the princess, together, you see.

They danced under the moon's silver light,

A love so strong, forever shining bright.

And soon, the castle echoed with meows,

Kittens were born, as the world allows 

Their love multiplied, a family to embrace,

In Sesame's heart, a smile on his handsome face.

Sesame, the cat with courage and might,

Became a musketeer, love's guiding light.

With a princess, kittens, and love so pure,

Their tale of adventure shall ever endure

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Sister

 Sister

My dear Sister, a secret in shadows kept 

Born when our mother was young, she silently wept

She kept me in my father’s warm embrace 

Hidden in a different world, unknown place 

From a past concealed, a life I could not share,

Yet the blood that binds us, a truth so rare.

To share the love within my heart, this tale I must impart,

The painful journey of my life, right from the start.

Two children by my side, endless joy they bring,

The adventures we'd have had, the songs we'd sing.

I yearned to take you soaring, 'cross the Appalachian sky,

To dance with the musty clouds up high

I longed to take you flying, guide you to explore

Show you the Bald Eagle’s nest where freedom soars 

Though choices our mother made kept us worlds apart,

Know that you are always in my heart 

A brother's love, enduring and sincere,

If only you could know, my sister, if only you were near.

If only she had been brave, to break lies’ tether,

We might have had the chance, to be siblings together.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Red Riding Hood

 Red Riding Hood

(The true Story)

In a forest deep, where shadows play,

A little girl in red, lost her way,

Her crimson cloak, a beacon bright,

Guiding her through the woods at night.

But fate took a turn, she stumbled, fell,

In a hidden snare, she found herself,

Her cries for help, a desperate sound,

Echoed through the forest, all around.

Then from the dark, a white wolf came,

Howling softly, ferocious or tame? 

At first, she trembled, fear in her eyes,

But his gentle gaze held no disguise.

He nuzzled her cheek, a touch so kind,

Calming the turmoil in her mind,

She realized he meant no harm,

A guardian, not a predator in the charm.

With care and strength, he set her free,

From the snare that bound her foot and knee,

Then, like a pup, he carried her light,

To her dear grandma's house, in the silent night.

Safe and sound, they reached the door,

Where love and warmth flowed even more,

In the arms of her grandma, a happy embrace,

For the white wolf had brought her to this safe place.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Yellowstone

 Yellowstone 

In Yellowstone's realm, where mountains kiss the sky,

Volcanic heart concealed, deep mysteries lie.

Beneath the surface, earth's fire does churn,

In this crucible of nature, all shall burn 

Where fire and ice, in a dance, do meet,

A land where toughness and beauty both compete.

It takes no prisoners, this wild, rugged space,

Only the hardiest endure its embrace.

Wolves in packs, through winter's deep snow,

Hunt for survival, where the wild winds blow.

Their howls pierce the night, fierce and bold,

Through snow-covered forests, they hunt with valor untold.

Bears find their dens, in slumber they reside,

Till winter relents, and spring opens wide.

Bald eagles soar high, their vision keen,

In the crisp mountain air, a majestic scene 

Cougars, in silence, roam through the night,

In Yellowstone's shadow, they blend with the twilight

A testament to nature, where life's spirits thrive,

In the heart of the wild, they're determined to survive.

But as time flows on, in nature's grand scheme,

The volcano will awaken, like a fevered dream.

When that time comes, and the mountains do fall,

Yellowstone's fire shall conquer, reigning over all.

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Maxwell Pride

 Maxwell Pride 

In the heart of the wild, where stories unfold,

Marcus, the Lion, fierce and bold.

Alone he stands, a solitary king,

Protecting his territory, his praises we sing.

Surrounded by coalitions, a daunting sight,

Yet he defends with all his might.

Maxwell Pride, a family grand and wide,

With Marcus and his cubs as their pride.

Two hundred lions, their number so vast,

fathered by Marcus, now and in the past.

But lately, they face aggression, hunters they must face,

Marcus defends his pride, secures his place.

Marcus, in his prime, fierce and free,

With strength and wisdom, a king to be.

For many years, he's reigned with pride,

Marlo and Moja, where his legacy lies. 

Close to his goal, subs soon to leave,

Few more months, and they'll no longer cleave.

But his ambition knows no end,

For the younger subs and cubs, he'll defend.

Lionesses in their cycle anew,

Two new cubs to the pride they drew.

In this tale of nature, courage and might,

Marcus shines, a legend in the light.

Yet credit shared, for Maxwell’s part,

Father and Son, a work of art.

Their coalition, a story so grand,

In the wild, united, they make their stand.

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Magical Garden

 Magic 

In a magical garden, 'neath mountains of snow,

Where love and brotherhood in harmony flow,

Lies a realm of wonder, so peaceful and grand,

Ruled by a brave lion, Marco, King of the land.

Animals dwell in harmony, their bond strong 

The cubs frolic freely, where they truly belong 

He has children and cubs, a family so vast,

In this Eden of life, where each day is a blast.

At the garden's entrance, a golden embrace,

A refuge for young ones in this enchanted place.

A cradle that protects fragile lives 

A shield from despair, for whoever arrives 

A new baby animal arrives with each dawning day 

In Marco's warm heart, 

their worries melt away 

He welcomes them in, with a loving embrace,

They join the grand family in this enchanted space.

Though the garden's guarded, secure in twilight gloom 

Sometimes greedy trophy hunters bring in fear and doom 

They sneak within the shadows, intent to steal 

Marco stands unwavering, his family's shield 

Marlo, his eldest, so valiant and brave

And Moja, his favorite, so clever, off they stave 

They rally together to protect and defend,

The garden of dreams, where love has no end.

They safeguard the garden, its inhabitants dear 

Against Evil, they protect them from fear 

With valor and spirit, they face down the foe,

Defending the garden where the snow-capped mountains glow.

In this tale of courage, where good conquers ill,

They protect the garden, and the world stands still.

For as long as time turns, and the seasons entwine,

The garden remains safe, in this story divine.

Love, family, courage, in this garden, enchanted and sublime 

A haven of peace till the endless march of all time.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Alpha

 Alpha 

In moonlit woods, where wild winds sweep,

I'm born a wolf, from man I keep.

I protect and lead my pack 

Trudging through snow, I leave my track  

I claim dominion, the laws decree 

No mortal's rule shall tether me.

I am the rebel, fierce and free,

The Alpha's call is my destiny.

With strength, I lead, the pack in glee,

A legend's tale, my name shall be.

I write my fate, for all to see,

I do not seek glory or eternity.

True freedom's choice, to choose my end

A wolf does cower to a foe or friend 

The ultimate rebel, I stand apart,

Unique and bold, with courageous heart.

I am the Alpha, strength and might,

No Hunter dares approach through the night.

The noblest freedom, in my hand,

I am Maxwell, ruler of my land.

Maxwell O’REILLY

Magical Dream

 Dream

Upon a magic carpet, we take flight,

O'er snow-capped peaks, a wondrous, starry night.

The beauty of the world below, a breathtaking sight,

As we soar through the moon's shimmering light.

The air is crisp, our spirits set free,

As we glide through the mountains with such glee.

Breathing in the pure, untamed air,

A feeling of enchantment beyond compare.

We touch down softly in a log cabin snug,

By a fireplace crackling, like a warm, loving hug.

Wild animals gather, in silence, they attend,

Bears, wolves, cougars, a family, a welcome friend.

They sit by the fire, their eyes gleaming bright 

Eager to hear stories under the starry night.

I read tales of adventures, both near and afar,

Underneath the moon, with each shining star.

In this magical moment, by the fire's warm embrace,

We find a connection, a tranquil, wild space.

In the company of creatures, both fierce and kind,

We leave the cares of the world far behind.

A journey or a dream, so rare and precious sweet,

Magical mountains, our haven and retreat.

With the wild and the moonlight, we find our delight,

In a magical cabin, 'neath the shimmering night.

Maxwell O’REILLY

A Stray

 A Stray 

In whispers of an alley, a stray dog's weary plight,

By cruelty and pain, shrouded in the night,

A heartless man's torment he endured,

Yet fate would change, a story reassured.

As time marched on, the abuser faced his fate,

Alone in darkness, a lonely, desolate state,

His heart, it faltered, an unexpected blow,

In that forsaken alley, where only echoes grow.

The stray dog, once broken, now a guiding light,

With kindness in his eyes, he saw the man's plight,

He dashed through the gloom, a savior in the haze,

To find some help, to mend these twisted ways.

Through winding streets and alleys, he led the way,

To save the life of one who'd lost his moral sway,

With courage unyielding, the dog's heart pure and strong,

He proved that even in darkness, goodness can belong.

In the end, the man survived, his health restored,

And the stray dog's kindness was its own reward,

For in that lonely alley, the Rescuer found,

The brave dog, a hero, with courage to astound.

In awe of the brave dog's courage and grace 

His previous steps in the alley he did retrace 

To adopt the hero, bring him to his destined place 

A forever home, in love's glorious embrace.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Mortality

 Mortality 

The wheel of mortality swiftly turns,

My days like melting snow, it churns,

Scattered by the winter's fiery burns.

Covered by discarded leaves and ferns 

My life's a river, in a ceaseless flow,

Longing for the time to fly, to go,

The pages of time, they scatter and flow 

Melt, extinguish, like a candle's gentle glow.

Hope sparks, a distant star's embrace,

Fades with the morning's rising grace,

In whispers of despair, I trace,

Carried by the winds in their endless chase.

My poems, aging ink, with time they wane,

On weathered paper, they endure the strain,

Time devours them, their essence's bane,

The paper's emptiness, a lingering pain.

My candle in the night, it dims and wanes,

As if it's smoke in the night's dark lanes,

Ink evaporates from my pages' plains,

Lit once again by the imprisoning chains.

My heart cries out from its captive shell,

Injured, offered as a sacrifice, I dwell,

When it grows in the thirsty earth's swell,

Anemones bloom, a whispered poem's spell.

I return to you, an unwritten verse,

No ink, no paper, in my hand, no curse,

Though my heart's writing may rehearse,

It has burned as part of this universe.

I remain in the memory of time's strand,

A thread woven in the swing of life's demand,

And when the world drowns in blood's command,

You return to your ancient pages, where my poem will stand.

With scribbles from your very hand,

Like an elegy in a fading news article's band,

Its title now dim, but still, you understand,

Time has passed, and you remember the name,

Perhaps when I was buried, forgotten, unknown to fame  

Maxwell O’REILLY

Laraksion

 Laraksion 

In a land where snow capped mountains touch the sky,

Laraksion, a young dragon, dared to fly.

With scales of gold, and eyes set aflame,

He dreamed of a different, daring game.

No more guarding hoards in caverns deep,

Laraksion's burning desires began to creep.

He yearned to sail the oceans wide,

To be a pirate, and find his dragon bride 

He spread his wings, a mighty sight,

And soared through day and sailed through night.

His heart, a compass, never swayed,

For adventure and treasure were his crusade.

With a crew of loyal scallywags at his side,

They sailed the seas, their fate untied.

Pillaging ships, with a loud fiery roar,

Laraksion's legend grew even more.

Their bounty amassed, gold beyond measure,

Laraksion's dream was now in full treasure.

To a hidden island, they set their sail,

Where they'd build their kingdom, without fail.

A fortress of bones and treasure chest,

Where dragons and pirates could find their rest.

Laraksis, his dragon queen, fierce and fair,

Together they'd rule, a formidable pair.

Three dragonets hatched in the moon's soft glow,

Their future uncertain, yet they would grow.

With dreams of conquest and skies to roam,

Laraksion's legacy, they'd call it home.

the tale of pirate king, brave and bold,

A dragon of courage, his story retold.

With pirates and treasure, they'd forever be,

The rulers of a secret kingdom, across the sea.

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White Eagle

 White Eagle 

Upon the canvas of the azure sky's vast blue,

The White Eagle soars, with purpose strong and true.

The King of Spirits, radiant in his hue,

Collecting souls in twilight's soft and gentle dew 

With wings ablaze, he gracefully descends,

His presence, solace, as daylight gently blends.

He bears my spirit high, as sorrow transcends,

Towards Heaven's gates, where Eagles' flight ascends.

Through starlit realms, as one, our spirits entwine,

In celestial dance, our destinies combine.

Guided by the Eagle, towards realms divine,

Where love and peace eternally intertwine.

Heaven's warm embrace, radiant and bright,

In our union, sorrows take their final flight.

As King of Spirits, I reach a sacred height,

In the eternal realm, bathed in boundless light.

My ailing heart, in tranquil ice, now dwells,

In Heaven's loving hold, where all suffering quells.

Released from anguish, ethereal joy swells,

Soaring high above, where serenity compels.

With the White Eagle, King of Spirits, I unite,

In celestial symphony, our souls take flight.

Above the stars, through the cosmic night,

In sacred union, our spirits reach their height.

No earthly bonds can hinder our ascent,

In divine communion, our souls are content.

As one with the Eagle, towards Heaven, we're sent,

With wings of pure light, to realms of firmament.

To uncharted realms, where angels reside,

In this sacred journey, our spirits are tied.

Heaven's gates, our eternal quest shall guide,

In unity and love, we forever abide.

In the heavens, we merge, our journey begun,

The White Eagle, King of Spirits, and the rising sun.

Together, we dwell in eternal grace spun,

In the heavenly realms, where our spirits are one.

My ailing heart, once burdened, finds sweet relief,

As we traverse the heavens, in perfect belief.

In the embrace of the White Eagle, free from grief,

Together, we soar to eternity, beyond all disbelief.

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Nightmare

 Nightmare 

In the realm of dreams, a haunting night,

Darkness reigned, extinguishing the light.

The sun, a fading ember in the sky,

Its brilliance dimmed, as shadows loomed up high.

The moon, a pallid wisp, began to wane,

Its ghostly glow, began to drain 

The stars above, in silence, vanished 

In that abyss, my hopes were banished 

Darkness engulfed my memories, like a shroud,

My heart, in fragments, lost within the cloud.

In this chilling void, my soul did weep,

As sorrow's grip pulled me into the deep.

When morning broke, and I regained my sight,

I found, to my dismay, the absence of light.

For in that night, the fates had been unkind,

In waking, I discovered, I was truly blind.

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Afterlife

 Afterlife

When it’s time to join the Eagles aloft 

Haunted echoes, sweet and soft 

Whisper my name, welcome me home 

To join the Eagles in the celestial dome 

Where gods and angels spread their wings 

One with the Eagles, mighty kings 

A throne of gold, god’s presence shines sublime 

Surround by Eagles, guardians of endless time

 

Their feathers, glistening a symbol of pure grace 

In this realm of eternity, a hallowed place 

In the afterlife, the skies forever gleam,

A celestial world in a perpetual dream.

The sun, an eternal beacon shining bright 

Banishing darkness, with its radian light 

The heavens resound with a celestial song,

As souls find solace, where they truly belong.

In this land of endless, perpetual day,

Where worries and sorrows have all passed away.

No pain, no sorrow, just love's sweet embrace,

In the afterlife's bright and infinite space.

To glimpse heaven, my soul joyfully climbs 

The stairs to Heaven, bathed in sands of times 

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Air Force

 Air Force 

For country and honor, I took to the air,

Guardian of the sky, enemies beware.

In the vast blue yonder, I found my call,

A love for flying that conquers all.

I joined the Eagles, with purpose and pride,

On wings of steel, I soar and glide.

Soaring o'er clouds, like a bird in flight,

I touch the heavens, a breathtaking sight.

To defend my country, I pledge my soul,

A patriot's journey, my ultimate goal.

Ready to sacrifice, if duty demands,

I'll give my all, with unwavering hands.

For the Stars and Stripes, I'd face any test,

In service to freedom, I am truly blessed.

With valor and courage, wounds and scars,

Earning my true place among the stars.

Earning my wings, a symbol so grand,

An Eagle guardian, over this great land.

In the vast skies, my engines roar.

Until my last breath, I will boldly soar 

Serve my nation with honor and pride,

Rest where guardian souls abide.

With courage and honor, I'll take my stand,

A sentinel of freedom, across this land.

Defender of Freedom, in Destiny’s embrace 

In the Air Force I found my true place 

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