Frozen Limb

One is the real painting the other is the painting reinhanced  by adobe photoshop. Both pictures were done by Janeal Mulaney.

The Wail of a Banshee

A Banshee’s Wail

Last night she came, outside my window

At first I thought it was a hoot owl in pain

But the voice was shill and carried by the wind

A Banshee’s wail drowned out the sheeting rain



I know what it means when she comes around

Someone I love will cease to exist in this world

Her wail will bring the reaper to carry them away

How do I gather the strength not to come unfurled?



Who will it be, who is she after, how do I find out?

When will it happen, this soul that will flee?

Then I look down and what do I see?

Oh my God she was after me

Artist and Writer

Get to know Janeal through her paintings and writings. Mother of three plus two special children that never gave her labor pains. Grandmother of four beautiful grandchildren who are her pride and joy. She learned how to Love, fight, and enjoy life through her parents. Seeing the world through her eyes is sometimes twisted, other times neon, but always intertaining.

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Without You

The night is long without you

The day is an endless mass of tears

I can’t believe you are no more

Or I have to live the rest of my life alone



People say I’ll find someone new

Time will heal all the pain I’m going thorough

How I wish I could believe what they say

Maybe I would if I could get over you someday



To me right now I can’t see the end

Of this horrible hurt that tears at my heart

Of a loved one gone to quickly in life

How can I go on when my heart is now only part?

Love Is

Love is caring enough for another person to let them make their own mistakes and fix them after it has been made.
Love is butting out even when you feel you should handle the problem
Love is shutting up even though you feel you should be speaking up
Love is letting go, but staying close enough for them to use you as their sounding board.
Love is letting them cry on your shoulder whenever they need a shoulder
Love is saying your sorry even when you are not wrong

Don't I know you

As I looked in the mirror one morning I saw this woman staring back me


She reminded me of someone, someone I should know, but something was off

There were wrinkles where none use to be, the light in her eyes wasn’t as bright

Still there was something so familiar about the woman who use to be a girl

Now I'm reminded of my own parents, with bits and pieces of me left over

Don’t I know you? The girl you use to be, sometimes wild, and sometimes free

With a sparkle in your eyes of the laughter, and high of all life had to promise

A smile that use to out shine the sun, in wrinkle free skin as smooth as a baby’s bottom

I remember you, before marriage, and motherhood tamed your wild spirit

I remember you, the woman you became, now not so wild and free, but in it's place is majority

Don’t I know you? Some dreams have come true, while others have gone flat as a tire

But through all those years and the wrinkles that have set in, I still see the girl I use to be

In the wonderful woman who has had her ups and downs, there is still the girl who laughs and is wild

With a spirit that soars through the night wishing upon a star to be free

Yes I know you, the girl I use to be, as well as the wonderful woman I have become

I know me

In the Rain

Picture taken by Amy Mulany my daughter 

I love to take a walk through the rain

The fresh air, the gentle drips that splash in puddles at my feet

The gray clouds with an electric currant running through them opening for more to fall

The sound of rolling thunder, as though God is speaking to those who want hear

As I wander in the rain

Just a tad of suspense and fear of the unknown

Icy fingers reaching out to lick my skin through the clothing I wear

Flashing light beyond the trees, as I count until the crack of thunder comes

The energy I absorb from the air that swirls the drops of rain all around me

As I wander through the rain

I see the flowers reaching out to drink

The grass turns greener with every step I take

The leaves flutter with the breeze that brings the drops onto my head

I breathe in to absorb the wet cool breeze as I search the sky

As I wander through the rain

By Janeal Mulaney