One Can Keep A Secret If…



Ask me no secrets; I shall tell no lies.
All of what I know is in the open,
All of what I tell you is true reply.
Let that not change, let lies not be chosen.
With my mouth stitched shut, I shall keep this thought.
During the coming day they are prying.
I have earned this secret with trust I bought.
I will not fail this, for I am trying.
Asking, prying eyes, the curious tells,
They ask again. Mistakenly I give.
On untrustworthy ears, this secret fell.
A misjudgment corrected, they won’t live.
No more they pry, for what’s in my head.
I keep secrets, the other two are dead.

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However, Pressing Towards It



Thankful for what again?
Searching, searching, nothing to gain.
Though for the waiting, nothing’s changed,
And your heart is still the same.
Dry and hard and black and cold.
Age not blameless, but not to blame.
“It’s too late.” we should not say.
Within the darkness there is a tame
Light, a hope that takes away
All the fear inside that blames
You instead of it.
This task; mustn’t remit.
To cast off this fear
Will take more than one night.
However, pressing towards it,
Is how you start off right.

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This thing,

it suits you,

but she swallowed

and wiped away her glow

the blues, they suit you too

There’s a pill for everything

a pill for happiness

a pill for madness

a pill for killing.

I grow tired of getting older

I no longer want to do these things,

make these decisions,

but at least we can drink wine together.

I tell her she looks pretty

in her bare feet

and long dress

I love her still,

but the loss has touched me too.

Whiskey Philosophy

H.M. Nolan

He had a knack for revolution

over coffee

and chainsaw negotiations

after midnight.

I enjoyed whiskey induced philosophy

and talking to the dead

inside my dreams.

I had my playlist for the end of days

at the ready

Paul, John, Ringo, and George will be there


Simon & Garfunkel

Reznor and Keenan as well…

For we ate the strawberries in the fields

and found the image of Jesus

in the patterns of the dogs butt fur

and knew we were saved.

He’ll ask me later

what inspired this one,

and I’ll say dumbly

I don’t know

I just liked the way it all sounded

and there might have been some whiskey


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What Fate Shall Bring



She and I
We never learned to fly,
With angels above in clouds
Riding the winds up high.
There was once an attempt to do so.
Inhospitable she found the cold,
We left the angels to their shroud,
And left for what home below
Remained for us. Such as we
Were destined to be.
Such things are in our nature.
What fate shall bring,
C’est la vie,
Until we meet our maker.

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there is no escape

H.M. Nolan

I stood in the garden
there was death and roses all around us
your hands were cold
I had to let go
But your name doesn’t belong here.
No one belongs here.
And yet there is no escape.
Her hair was black again
her eyes pinpricks of blue light
Ryan took our pictures
and I broke my wineglass on the floor
I had no idea in the moment
just how precious
that memory would become.

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Lost In October



Sober is and does as sober.
I remember last October,
When turned red the leaves,
And such a fire was shown in trees.
It was a time for autumn and loves lost.
For such things beyond cost.
There was a morning I grew weary,
And not long after then was teary.
That love lost was my mistake.
I could not prevent, her heart did break.
The bottom of that bottle,
Held not the hope I’d wished to coddle.
Now one year later, six months dry,
There are sometimes that I still cry.
Sober is as sober does.
That I’ll remain because,
That lost love did yield some learning,
And that next one I find, yearning,
Or the next one that I lose,
Some foolish bottle, for me won’t choose.

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