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Patrick Callaghan
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The Fisherman and his LuteAs waxy clouds fumbled about the evening sky A fisherman sailed the seas, and searched for more He sat upon the stern, and watched the sunlight dance In his hands lay a lute, that whistled with the twilight breezeThe Fisherman and his Lute
He cast his anchor when the horizon outran him And put the sails and ship to rest, alongside the quiet sea When the seagulls settled, and the ocean stilled, He’d bid the sun goodbye, and greet the silver moon
The fisherman took his lute from off the mantle, And held it with tender care But not until the tides were quiet, and the stars had dimmed their spark, &
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Wonders of the English LexiconWho wrote the English lexicon? Old men with beards? Learned scholars? Or maybe both, with the aid of the criminally insane ‘Ph’ equals ‘f’’? Silent ‘k’ in ‘knee’?Wonders of the English Lexicon
Whoever invented ‘phonetics’ clearly wasn’t thinking straight… (i.e. a word is spelled as it sounds)
Perhaps once these things were examined Filed away under ‘lingual anomalies’ But now they’re everywhere, Generally accepted, or at least enforced by the teachers cane
The laws of the English lexicon, Are tighter than a city under martial law
Grammar and punctuation haunts us at every t
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The Shadowless WalkerWho is this man that walks forever This man that has travelled everywhere and further Who is this man that knows everything This man that has the world inside his headThe Shadowless Walker
Who is this man that feels no pain This man that gives no love Who is this man that sees beyond you This man that sees within you
Who is this man that lives alone This man that casts no shadow Who is this man that embraces the night This man that envies the shadowed stars
This man is me
-Patrick Callaghan
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S p e e d o f D a r kShadows and spirits flitter by Along the neon highway Flying at the speed of dark Grey monoliths piercing the skyS p e e d o f D a r k
My mind, a silhouette on the moonless night Shapeless wraiths surround me My head their hunting ground Blinding me with their false light
Spinning, twisting, spiraling, my eyes tightly shut Battling the demons within Cleaning out the skeletons in my cupboard Here are my wrists, make the cut
Resist the rigours of time Drowning in the air Falling through the water Seal my lips, watch me mime
Everybody’s passin’
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- Current Residence: Fremantle
- Interests: Writing
- Favourite movie: Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: Tool
- Favourite genre of music: Rock/Alternative
- Favourite poet or writer: Raymond E Feist
- MP3 player of choice: Sansa
- Favourite game: Halo
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox
- Personal Quote: “Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one”
- Tools of the Trade: An open mind =P
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