A Moment

A Moment - April 16 2018 - dust in sunlight

Turning my head away,
I died.
Knowing you were watching
Suppressed belief,
Withered superstition,
Suppressed breath,
Synchronized me with all that is,
Until your eyes fell away,
And I continued my journey,
Seeking, searching,
Nearing the end,
Always nearing the end,
As moments slip away,
Leaving me stranded in the now,
Reality crumbles.


© 2018 Robin McShane


Illusions and Fairy Tales


Illusions are but fairy tales,
Magic dust, cloud filled sails,
Breaths of air from giants’ cheeks,
As little boys climb mountain peaks.

Witches fly on sweeping brooms,
Big green goblins sprawl in tree-root rooms,
Kings and Queens court in mighty spires,
With Princesses saved by lowly squires.

All these tales, we know them well,
In our hearts, our minds, our lives, they dwell,
Until calamity strikes unseen,
Then we forget the boy and bean.

Yet what is life but scene on scene
Of fairies sweet and goblins green?
When we take life so seriously,
Illusions move reality.

What was sweet and felt so good,
Trades places now with a scythe and a hood,
We watch our dreams all chopped and slashed,
Hope slowly fails, in slices dashed.

Until we once again believe
In all the tapestry creation weaves,
Some patterns we feel, others we can’t,
Still illusions and fairy tales enchant.


© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Parabolic Words


Strings of parabolic words
Fly into skies
Filling full expression
To paradigm shifts
Of curved illusion
Everything in between
All that is
Witnessed, described, re-witnessed
Ad infinitum


© Copyright Robin McShane 2015

The Real You

I wonder if I will ever see the real you
Maybe I have already
Maybe the seeds of hope you threw around
Were/are the real you
Or maybe the real you changes everyday
Every moment
So as you are is as you are, really.

Isn’t that exciting!

What Happens On That Day

The whole world is a fantasy,
We all live in our head,
So what is going to happen
When we’re buried and we’re dead?

Will life come in between us?
Will it take now what it couldn’t then?
Will it fill the void with living?
Will things carry on the same?

I have delved into the psyche,
Into the now and lands beyond.
I have tried to help the living,
To put right what just felt wrong.

Yet, after all this effort,
All this trying to find a way,
I am no closer to a clue
Of what will happen on that day.

Will Angels come a-calling?
Seraphims and light divine?
Or do I sink into a world of fire
A life of hell that’s mine?

Do my thoughts go on ahead?
Create a place for me to be?
Or will I see the greater plan
The one for you and me?

As I delve and hunt for answers,
The mystery deepens fast,
The only thing I think I see,
Is that thoughts of now will last,

Drift off into infinity,
Where the Lords of All await,
And probably will catch me
On that day I finally awake.

So, what else can we do,
But take each moment on the brow?
Not worry about the future
But live it in the now.

Tomorrow’ll be here soon enough,
Probably before we know,
And if on that day I have lived my full,
Well, then, it’s time to go.

And who knows now where to?
I’ve tried and failed at that,
So, I’ll simply take the journey,
Step up tall and straight to bat.

Whatever ball comes at me,
I will deal with it at that time,
As the sun comes up this morning,
Let’s go see where we can shine.

© Copyright Robin McShane – August 5 2014

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