Creative Brooding

Welcome to my blog. My name is Pat O'Connor and I wanted to create one little spot where I could share feelings, thoughts, even ramble if I want to. Perhaps too, reveal a side of me very few know about. If there are two words I would use to describe myself, those two would be iconoclastic and eclectic.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005


The futility of existence

ravages my soul and

casts my spirit upon a raging tempest.

For I am old and weary, and my heart is

consumed by pain. My life swallowed by the relentlessness of the waves.

The dreams of youth are scattered and broken, tossed asunder amongst the rocks.

For there is only the cold,

only sorrow that guides my path.

There is no warmth, no sun, only the gray monotony

of an endless canopy of clouds.

And hope is in death

that releases the soul.

Hurry, my beloved friend

break my chains and set me free.

Let me rejoice in the beauty

of the beyond


celebrate the morning

in the sweet rhapsody of



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