Monday, September 28, 2009


I stand upon the precipice of time,
To fall into the icy winter’s frost-
A molecule of doubt in hope sublime,
Shall break the soul in two- forever lost.
A flame about me dances in the wind,
The word of Heaven whispers in my heart,
Beatitude defiles ugly sin,
And joy has pierced my marrow like a dart.
Yet sorrows ere oppress my fellow men,
And tides of triviality engulf,
Disquietude invades my private den,
I rip apart my blessings like the wolf.
The virtues shout that joy belongs to them,
The vices whisper- evil is a gem.
-Tyler William O’Neil
-September 25, 2009

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The Incarnation

Leaves crumple and are trampled under foot,
The ancient bones of ancestors decay,
Time bursts the core of being to its root,
For life is just a seven second play.
Yet something stands beyond this broken mess,
A thing unchanged, magnificent and pure,
The universe itself is just a guess,
While everything proceeds from Being’s core.
And what if Being entered our malaise,
And time affected everlasting Truth?
Each moment, aging, lucid as a haze,
Would sharpen, taking shape and form and youth.
A moment makes a grand eternity
As Fortitude becomes Infirmity.
-Tyler William O’Neil
-September 14, 2009

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Two Fictions

Each moment we reject a thousand things,
By choosing we reject each other plan,
The fiancée rejects a thousand rings,
Yet it was meant to be, since life began.
Each person can describe an atom’s shape,
We know how stars begin, and planets end,
We learn a thousand truths, our mouths agape,
And yet we cannot fathom living’s end.
We cross the sky in ships of shining steel,
We build tremendous cities filled with light,
We travel to the moon- it seems unreal,
Until we age and fade into the night.
We’re born outdated, aging into youth,
It seems that paradox contains the Truth.
-Tyler William O’Neil
-September 9, 2009