Bare Soul In The Frame

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I feel your eyes watching every move,
As I rise to wakefulness,
Find my groove.

Would it were you could travel with,
Hide in my bag, fulfill the myth,
But the secrets you carry, secreted safe,
Could seriously rub and desperately chafe.

You’ve known me closest, more than any,
I’ve whispered my truths, maybe too many,
My faults and mistakes, my thoughts and my lies,
My inner meanings, my laughs and my cries.

You’ve wondered with me through answers deep,
Felt the need throughout me seep,
Heard questions spoken, loud and clear,
And secrets whispered to an inner ear.

You have been there all this time,
Smiling eyes watching mine,
Dimpled cheeks, flawless brow,
Laughlines speaking … up to now,
For now comes silence, thick and fast,
Ending discussions shared in the past.

You now look straight through me, small, serene,
Refuse to pass on your thoughts unseen,
Feeling all my dark despair,
No longer venturing with me there,
As if the pain was mine alone,
To carry with me on my own.

You do not say, you cannot speak,
I turn your frame and in silence seek.

You’ve never moved nor changed your pose,
Standing as your artist chose,
Yet I move forwards, onwards, up,
Though never lose your loving touch.
Searching for your being sublime,
Now feeling answers that are mine,
Always were, always will be,
But it’s not the same when it’s only me.

I long for a flicker, a sign of life,
To prove you are real,
More than paint and knife,

Understanding my wait is a wait so in vain,
You can never be with me as we were again,
We’ve both moved on to pastures new,
I’ll rehang your frame where the sun touches you,
And smile at your face as I walk quietly by,
Remembering the times when you’d quietly sigh.


© Copyright February 2015 – Robin McShane
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New Years Eve – 2014

The year draws to a close,
Days, they fuzz so fast,
A misty veil ‘tween then and now,
A future from the past.

So here’s to all the year has brought,
Thoughts, experiences, life,
Maybe, in the year to come,
A little less of strife?

Time in measurement,
Oh, so strange,
A moment, here, to pass,
And passing so, in blink of eye,
Another year has passed.

I wish all well for the year to come,
May it bring all you require,
In silent moments, know yourself,
Your secrets and desires.

And in this knowledge, fully known,
A growth of sorts takes place,
And in this moment, year to pass,
Be filled with peace and grace.

Your soul knows where it’s heading,
Drives you forward still,
In every situation,
Fulfilling Divine Will,

Just let it be….


© Copyright December 2014 – Robin McShane
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Rain, Life

Rain came
Carried me away in buckets of fire, snow and ice
Labelled me victorious
Slushed me with more
Washed me with less
Hid parts of me
Exposed others
Took the wind from my lungs
And lashed the coast of my being
In hurricane like breezes
Made from my own breath
Howling from within
Demanding change
A difference
Anything but this

Yet this is the reason I am here
And the solace my soul seeks

To deny it
Denies life

Life will not be denied


© Copyright December 2014 – Robin McShane
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The Moments Of The Soul

water drop fantasy

I seek no explanations,
I do not wish to find
The secrets of the Universe
Within the confines of my mind.

And yet I yearn to know much more,
To understand what I now don’t,
Realising, as I think it through,
I probably, really, won’t.

The human part of me races forth,
Driving to fulfill its goal,
Never understanding or listening
To the reasons of my soul.

So I find myself in places wondering
‘How the heck did I get here?’
Trying to reassess
Purpose, reason, fear.

Beginning now to get it,
Life’s not about the goal
But the moments in the journey,
The moments of the soul.


© Copyright November 2014 – Robin McShane
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The Pool of Time


I dived into the pool of time,
Down and down ’til light was mine,
Swirling round as waters whirled,
History, memories, thoughts untwirled.

Up I stretched and kicking hard
Sped to surface, breaking fast,
Breathing in celestial air,
Inhaling movement,
Life found there.

Exposing self,
Finding new,
All the secrets
Hid from view.

Above the pool where time holds sway,
Is a different life, a better way,
With thoughts and being clear in view,
All that can be seen is you.

  © Copyright November 2014 – Robin McShane
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Fractured Soul Becoming Whole

When souls are fractured
Torn apart
What happens to the human heart?

When heaven splits it
From itself
What choices left to heal and health?

So isolated
Far from source,
What is left as a soul’s recourse?

To bide its time
Await the day
For life to show a brand new way

And gradually
Be withdrawn
As halves repairing what was torn

Step out into a bright new day
As one again
Rebirth attained

Copyright October 2014 – Robin McShane


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It happened once
It happened twice
I cannot say
If it happened thrice

But if it did
The World just stopped
There you stood
Our eyes just locked

You told me things
Only meant for kings
Showed me treasures
And golden rings

Oh special creature
Fleet of foot
Would we, could we
Find a nook?

Through aeons of time
Together we’ve moved
Exchanging the reins
Rotating the groove

Each drawing strength
From the other’s soul,
Each one feeling
The way to go

As one we move
As one we share
As one we learn
As one we care

Ever moving through
Time and spaces
Learning more between
These places

Reaching for understanding
Searching for the light

© Copyright October 2014 – Robin McShane

Eternally Entwined

You came to me in dreams of gold,
Fashioned ready, deep to hold,
Then flew up high, far out of sight,
Left me bleeding, oozing might.

I watch for you as cycle turns,
Life cannot be without your burn,
All the hours shared with you
Burnished me, until you flew.

I dream together we will be,
Paths now distant, honing free,
Renewing us to parallel course,
Creating space, experiencing source.

Souls entwined, past earthly things,
Forever formed to share and sing,
Songs of being, sung perfectly,
Through time and space eternally.

Love runs deeper than we know.

© Copyright Robin McShane

August 22 2014

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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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My Soul’s Journey


I flew up high and far and fast,
Played with goddesses and gods,

Swinging, looping, free and fair,
Breathing in celestial air.

I swooped down low to touch the earth
And feel the growth that man pretends,

But as I passed my trail was snagged
With ragged thoughts all wrapped and bagged.

Once ensnared and sinking fast
My speed and growth could not pull past,

And so I sank where few would tread,
Listening to the living dead.

Deep within my very heart,
I cried the cry of souls who lost,

From far above, they came for me,
With thoughts and wings to set me free,

Yet still I gripped my new found dread,
Hanging on tight to what was dead,

Their thoughts and wings could hold no more,
So down I plunged, soul charred and sore.

I breathed in the mighty roar
Of souls with suffering at their core,

I wondered on in depths unseen,
Felt the cry that torment brings.

Smaller still, my soul grew quiet,
Waiting for its time to riot,

When, in due course, it took me back,
And silence reigned where once I was.

© Copyright Robin McShane – January 2001
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