MICHAEL MCGRADY
Thoughts on Paper
I just finished a radio interview. I’ve done a few of these things, should be fun right? You get a chance to talk about yourself and millions of people are going to hear it. Therein lies the challenge. Do I want millions of people to know what I am up to?
I am actually a very private person, a loner some would say. Don’t get me wrong, I like people in general and have a lot of friends and acquaintances to prove it. Many of my closest friends might even go so far as to say that..... READ MORE
Elusive thoughts, fragmented thoughts, shattered like so many fireflies flickering about an ebony night, propelled outward
By an explosive jolt from the wedge of melancholy that is driven into my spongy brain
The percussion slams against the back of my eyes and the lids flinch as the light of a single thought squeezes itself through a pinhole then runs in fear of being captured by ....... READ MORE
Like scum it lurks beneath the dark places, swallowing the pipes whole,
Under the sink, where moist, dark Verde colored mildew and grunge, cling to leaky fittings,
Like half chewed bubble gum
Shame
Ever spoken from the thin lips of our superiors, carries a musty odor as from an old shoe,
caught in the corner of the closet under a box.
The shoe gasps for air, choking, it decays and rots.
The eyes sting and drip, as the foul odor of shame represses us ..... READ MORE
The roots
The roots that pull me down
Pull me down
Down, down, down
Pulling me down
I reach
I reach up
I reach up to the expanse
The expanse that pulls away
I reach up to the expanse that pulls away .... READ MORE
Thy love disrobed of pretense, presents its subject well
Thou hast clothed my nakedness with a splendid robe
Oft’ thy beauty has graced my vision
Thy radiant light opens my blind eyes, so oft’ deceived,
Thy voice…a melody of whispers, piercing asunder the memories of those who sang before…
none ever so pure… READ MORE
Ode to the Wine Glass
Sparkling lights dance upon thy brim
Thy form holds gracefully the nectar within
So fragile, yet strong, so perfectly clear
By any ones standard unmistakably pure
A classic thou art withstanding the years
Held always with grace amidst laughter or tears
The glass with class polished refined
Destined to hold the gift of the vine
Destiny
A sea of confusion, waves of ignorance
A blackening sky of disregard
We like ships sail the vast waters of life
Some have sails, many have not
Those without remain still
Casting a clear and painful gaze
Upon those that breeze by
Some have sails, a course, they have not
They sail aimlessly
hither and thither
outwards and back
The wind blows cold