My Georgie 

I am unified,

Connected eternally, Internally, Externally. 

My mother, miscarried myself, My other half, My half bounced wave of my intricate being,

My counterweight

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,

Unimaginably dense,

The collision of my time with yours,

Intrinsically weaved and ever changing,

Communication across a new channel,

Shared conscienceness,

Shared beliefs,

Crafting and planning,

Shaping and turning,

Entering a new existence,

To move with love, With passion, With knowledge of immensity,

And purpose,

Overwhelming purpose,

Responsibility, To see every being,

Every thought, action, reaction,

With compassion,

And begin to take shape 

This new understanding of where we are, Who we are,

To live without limits, Love without limits,

Without doubt,

And carry those along the way,

To explore all humanity, All creativetity, all authenticity,

Without judgement 

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,

To be. 

– Julien J. OReilly


Where Are We?

In this flesh of a man, a prism of complexity, spinning in wild existence
in dominance of every attribute,
constructing emotion
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

the sensation of Time Travel

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,
and pulsing,
forwardly projected in that realm we call space, time.

But where are we going?