I am unified,
Connected eternally, Internally, Externally.
My mother, miscarried myself, My other half, My half bounced wave of my intricate being,
My balance in sway,
In realm and time and forever space.
In this embrace, We unified.
We became one spirit, One belief,
That we are truly, uniquely attuned, To one another.
My perfect everything that I am not, And everything that you are not,
I complete, you complete,
And we can cross this dimension,
This structure of singleness,
Into a new way,
A multiplicity of infinity within me, And infinity within you.
I am you, exactly and inexactly you,
And you are I, exactly and inexactly I.
We traverse though any time, And place, space, race, face.
Our bodies no longer tied to this rigidity, This uniform structure of existence.
Our powers, unbelievably immense,
The collision of my time with yours,
Intrinsically weaved and ever changing,
Communication across a new channel,
Crafting and planning,
Shaping and turning,
Entering a new existence,
To move with love, With passion, With knowledge of immensity,
Responsibility, To see every being,
Every thought, action, reaction,
And begin to take shape
This new understanding of where we are, Who we are,
To live without limits, Love without limits,
And carry those along the way,
To explore all humanity, All creativetity, all authenticity,
In the infinite expanse of all the ways I can be I, and all the ways you can be you.
Appreciation for the oddness, The absolute impossible odds of us,
Colliding in this way,
At this time,
In this emotion,
Interpreting the ticking of time,
In how we are equipped to fit,
And in this blip of time,
Understanding that linear being is a construction, a fabrication, to tie us down,
And through our own intuitions, we shall lead onward to become who we were always here,
– Julien J. OReilly
Stars are longing for our interest.
They shine to Want us to watch.
If we are alive so are they,
seeking approval all the same.
Right now I am happy,
I am content,
I am destined,
I am within the fruition of my labors,
the calmness of my heart,
the stillness of my mind.
I am in this moment, so that I can remember
that I have been here before,
and will return again.
In this trife life I live the rapids of excess,
the turmoil of success,
I live within this gruff,
fortuned and infinite my reach,
yet bleak and grim is my outlook on the eyes turned inward.
I will pray to keep this stillness,
to find my way back to this palace,
swim through teeth grinned waters back to your oasis,
suffered through bullets and burning bombs back to your creation
back to your manifestation
back to your sanitarium
back to your salvation
back to your loving heart’s embracing racing destination.
And If I can and then I will,
and by my will I shall know the peace,
know this feast of scrumptious luscious reflection of beauty and complicated completion
staring back at me through this mirror of my time here…
So have a beer on me on this present being of my moment of peace,
and to you my future self my futures felt,
I prepare a toast to you to remember,
to always remember
that this piece of you is its entirety,
it’s always here,
It’ll always be waiting for your return,
and when ever you steer course in wrong ways,
with black bleak waters cursing down in a thunderous haze
of jungles of twisted vines in a torturous maze,
I’ll resurface to your call and clasp your hand,
and lead you back here, to where we will laugh about this all,
and to say –
what a day, what a lesson learned
what a day we had today oh what a day,
oh my Buddha what a day.
So cheers to you adventurer,
cheers to your ups and downs,
cheers to your search for infinite wisdom and happiness
here without time.
Cheers to your will, to your fight,
this life here
is certainly worth living
And most certainly,
it’s worth loving.
-Julien J OReilly
We enslave the creator –
our own mothers who gave birth to the world,
to the universe,
all we see, and love, and know.
The mothers rule this earth, in spirit and in giving of life.
We are here to protect them, us men, not rule them…
We take entry into our bodies,
into our very existence,
say our thanks, and then go on to dominate the very existence
we were funneled into.
-everything we know,
is because of women,
-everything we love,
is because of women.
Our hearts and souls, bound to our very mothers own.
Give the earth back,
for the rule of women has yet to be felt.
We are failing our planet earth,
our motherly planet earth.
By overcome with greed and power,
both of which were created by man.
I say it’s time to step down from our throne as king, a
nd serve and protect the rightful heir to the galactic rulers,
our mothers, our sisters, our daughters.
Let them lead with love, as only they possess the power to do so…
-Julien J OReilly
In this flesh of a man, a prism of complexity, spinning in wild existence
in dominance of every attribute,
to devour the lives surrounding.
The raging battle,
in competitive survival
stacked and positioned
inventive of every new-age stage to marvel.
Even the purity of love,
used and sharpened,
as a spear tearing through all in its path.
The consequences of my being sets this rage internal,
pulling apart every layer of skin I’ve masked.
The walls of ego stripped bare, shredded,
until nothing remains,
not even a tongue for speaking,
or a sense of the self ever worth fighting for.
Where did my essence go?
Was it attached at the teet, at the yearning for life…
Has the reflections of the World sapped over my seed,
Infinitely generating a Modern Man of the time.
Where is credit due, or even deserved?
I am not the language I speak, or even the thoughts so deceivingly portrayed as my own.
I am the culmination of a millennia… no, of all of existence, of all of Time,
folded and struck from the chaos of the cosmos, in the brilliance of light and life.
My sense of self dissolving before me, into this fabric, pulsing with ancient wisdom.
All of life speaks through my mouth – every howl, every whisper,
every dogmatic twinkle of my ancestral molecules beating to the drum of my own heart.
I suppose the march will continue, long after the chuckle of my flame, gasses away.
Where will the emotion leave me, when the clock pounds out the cursed blessing of endless life.
I simply can only repeat –
In this flesh of a man, a prison of complexity, spinning wild in existence.
Julien J. OReilly
A poem falls victim today
on the battleground of a swallowed tongue.
The remains of a severed word struggles to usher it’s final truth
before rolling to a stop among the cliffs
of a desolate and unforgiving land.
As others had fought here before,
emerging from tragic storms on the horizon,
they now had seemed to spring off the banks in vein,
searching for a meaning amongst the lemmings of such other beasts.
Their crimes were suited with their fate,
washed away upon the shores of a closed mind
and a broken ear,
never to collide
with the passing of a sailing vessel.
But these words today
were given no such chance
but instead lay gasping for air,
before finally slipping back into the darkened depths
from which they came.
Perhaps tomorrow the tale will be different
of a victory to sweep
and to be awash under wine and celebration
but until that day,
these soldiers shall stay in their quarters,
to pass their time,
before their final calling is spoken.
Im in this corridor, and the door, the door is not quite there, it’s multiplying, Shattering down, sequencing, split split split, framed and framed and framed, and this corridor, its not a standard hallway, or tunnel or anything like that, it’s a possibility, it’s an funnel through the interactions of my space. And im sputtering down, down down down, drifting and in drunken control, my face, it takes on these shapes as absorbing the energy around me, taking in all of the impressions, dimples and wrinkles, understandings of the c omplexity of these interactions. And I’m seeing you, and I’m seeing you for everything you are, and by this I mean in the happiness and joy beset before me, and my reflection of happiness is open and cascading down my forehead, I mirror my presence, absorb your thoughts, and cast back a reflection of your ultimate potential, ultimate connection, higher beings of magnificent peace. I’ve undressed before you, removed my coat of waxing society sacrifices, ignited my hearts heat and melted down now, for what you see. we are nothing more now than beings in this coridoor, searching the walls, scratching the paint, sometimes we slide, or we crawl, or kick down the triplicating doors. But take the shapes in here, and molding and frameworked, snapping our knees, truncating our legs, this here is our world, this corridor is just my dream.
Your concepts of travel, escape me.
In this notion of space, and time travel that is.
We exist, yes,
in this physical realm around us,
in the bodies formed to protect, to serve, to perform,
and also yet, to predict.
In the Present time, I stand here breathing,
forwardly projected in that realm we call space, time.
But where are we going?