Mountains and valleys 

Holding chill and sweat. 

Deserts and oases 

Lacking and flooding life. 

Nightmares and dreamscapes 

Of terror and wonder. 


Up then down

And up again. 

Pillaged and 

Plundering yet. 


And salty still. 


Ups and downs,

Backs and forths,

Joys and pains,

Peaks and troughs. 



And wavelengths 

Not only of 

Life and death, 

But of here 

And after,

Before here,

And hereafter.

Sines of life. 

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Baseball Everywhere

Elvin and Leroy were baseball players
From the time they were six years old
And best friends since the early days
A million baseball stories to be told

Their entire lives had been consumed
By the game of baseball which they
Played together all through school
Then pro-Negro league as Blue Jays

Even in retirement baseball was key
Games at the ball park and on the t.v.
Indeed – it was a sad day when Elvin
Passed away from a cardio infraction

Poor Leroy was hurt and felt so alone
He had always had Elvin by his side
And now without – was totally thrown
Unable to handle that Elvin had died

Leroy missed Elvin so much that he
Kept talking to him – always his plea
“Please let me know how you’re doing
So I can quit all my silly brooding”

But nothing – no answer from Elvin
Until late one night – in the kitchen
Leroy was talking - asking his friend
For a message – some sign to be sent

Leroy was sitting at the table and
Heard Elvin so asked – “that you man”
Without hesitation the voice of Elvin
Clear as day – “It’s me – good friend”

Leroy was both shocked and ecstatic
He started talking and then did ask
About baseball in heaven – and Elvin
Said – “Leroy – it really is heaven”

“They got baseball everywhere and
You should see the fields and parks
Just like we used to dream and plan
And got beautiful lights after dark”

“That is wonderful news” – said Leroy
“Wonderful – is there any bad news”
Elvin began tentatively – “well old boy
There is some bad news I brought you”

“What bad news - Elvin ” – Leroy asked
“Tell me – whatever - be what it might “
So Leroy started slow then said it fast
“Elvin - you’re pitchin’ tomorrow night”

Forever Fire


The moss burns so easily


So quickly


The leaves just so


The twigs the same


The logs a little slower


The piles of them slower still


But still they burn


To ash


But i won't

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The Here The Now

Did you see the nothingness

Taste your dreams delight

Feel the pain of helplessness

Diving head first into the night

Which is my reality?

The here 

The now

Or where?

If only you could come with me

I could show you

But beware

One day through the dark mist

The Here

The Now

Or where

My soul will merge

Gently stop

And end this life's despair?


© Tony McNally

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now thats what i call dying

hallways and no doors lit by a lightless beam, leading you through caressing corridors and 7 minute walks. absent doors slam with emotion and missing bulbs strobe with pulses of hope that there may be something to hold onto. as the walkway slants down to the clouds, you imagine what this walk holds for you in 6 more minutes. counting down you see the strobes lessening, the slams softening and begin to relax. at 5 minutes youve reached euphoria. nothing can take you from this. outside of your body the clock counts down, inside it has no existence. still not wanting to face your last 4 minutes you close your eyes. in split seconds your entire life passes before you, reminding you everything has a meaning. 3 more minutes you say. but no ones listening, you shouldve known that. forgotten memories resurface, showing their mangled features. tightening your eyes the angelic dust forms a 2, keeping your mind on the task at hand. now standing completely paralyzed, you ask "why couldnt i have changed this?". you see the hallway is gone and you realize your descent. 1 more minute. trying to brace yourself for the coming. counting down you assign the most cherished memories to every second. every second holding a sacred moment youll now never forget.

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কি যে হবে?

কি যে হবে মরণের পর?

পারব কি দিতে মুঙ্কার নাকিরের প্রশ্নের উত্তর,

ঐ সাড়ে তিন হাত মাটির ঘরে, ইয়া আল্লাহ্‌,

যে ঘরে নেই কোনও দরজা জানালা!


জেনে না জেনে কত যে করেছি গুনাহ,

জানেন তা এই পৃথিবীর মালিক আল্লাহ্‌,

হয়তো তিনি করবেন গুনাহ মাফ উদারভাবে,

হয়তো বা নরকের বাসিন্দা হয়েই থাকতে হবে!


এই ফুলের মত নশ্বর জীবনে কিছু ভালো কাজ করে যেতে পারলে,


নিজের পায়ের নিচের মাটি কিছুটা হলেও শক্ত হবে পরকালে!

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The Dance of Elysium



A candle flickering in silence

Dancing in the calm of night

Shadows fade into memory

As darkness encompasses light

Lying in wait

For the last breath of fall

Breaking into the gentle cloak of winter 

This is solace

The place where the greatest of man

Sits in ecstasy  

Where the mightiest have given way

To the glory of Elysium 

Heroes among the scores of man

Gracing the hallow halls of this 

The most sacred of destinations

Staring into the eyes of creation

As they accept their final embrace

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For those who like Greek mythology. 

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I Have an Unknown Friend

I have an unknown friend, who lives in the sky

Why I question him, I do not know why

I should not go to look for him, they say

But I know he'll want to look for me someday

I wonder, I ponder, even as I sleep

I dare not awake, for I have gone too deep

But again, the sun calls to another abrupt wake

Alone again, to find an answer for my sake

I take another step foward, for this I will fight

Forever wrapped in this question, how it echoes through the burning light

My Uncle Is Dying

The title is the truth,

such a man, oh, how he fought

to win, to find another front,

to rally, to dare new untested methods,

methods that hurt both sides

but he never gave up

surrender, not an option

My Uncle Is Dying.

ten years, rounded down 

I watched him fight, and fight

so many times the victor,

that this is not fair, 

but life is not fair is it...

this once bear of a man

so small now, so frail...

and the enemy has him...

there will be no knives

no operations, or sessions

only advice, make your peace,...

spend time with the closest 

let known your last wishes...

so few tomorrows...

But on to what comes next...

You're simply going back home

you've fought and struggled this life enough

rest now, and take with you our love,

until the day of our own, 

then we will meet again,...

so few tomorrows...

So I need to say a few things...

First off, thank you Uncle Bobby...

For showing the magic of the back country,...

for fighting as long and hard as you have,...

and for being  my uncle...

We will miss you... 

until the day we get to come home too.



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