I have let you down.
I have made you hurt.
Now you lie in the grave you dug
The dark hole you went to willingly
You complain that no one cares
That no one will help you out
the rooks are one of the things i hear
settling in for the roost.
but there are other things too.
i knew the animals were moving,
i had seen then, and now i can hear them
the last of daylig…
We cannot revisit our past to change those things that haunt our conscience in the present. We can however consider the outcomes from these same events to help inform the choices we make in the futur…
hushed velveteen air comforts you,
there is no stirring, no movement,
just the silent, silent, settling.
gold flickering shadow dancing,
the small wax pillar
holds up the night,
in restfulness, with no m…
is summer come?
wrestling the wounds
there was only one sobbing,
drew us all into ones suffering.
is summer come?
where you have gone,
we do not dictate
we only know you were hum…
You are in 3d from where I am
If my blood must spill tomorrow
in foreign fields afar
will you promise to bring me home
to my beloved Erin go bragh
a daybreaks upon us one by one
each morning it comes
upon us, one by one.
another one has slipped from view
your life is changed now, made anew.
remotely put my arms around you,
my friend, this is your t…
People sit staring at their feet
or out the window while listening to their ipod
Pod people trying to to drown out the tiny signs of life around them
Ocean of a frozen fish
with secrets of tye dye waters
I was singing but no one
could here me
I was shuffled behind your ego
Life is like a arrow in your heart
Death begins right from the start
Did you ever long to recall
Days when I was so very small?
When I cried out for you to come near,
You helped to ease my childish fear.
i am now gone
and all views are backward glances,
any sound i make
is just an echo.
the mirror no longer sees me
the automatic doors, remain closed,
i am gone now
and all views are backwards,
all words are…
The day mum died I noticed the breezy day outside. Leaves were fluttering in the windy air and I knew she was dancing with the trees.
“Maybe now you’ll believe me when I say you were popular.” I tell him as I arrange the flowers I’ve bought. Obby’s definitely not a flowers kind of guy, but he’s not really in a position to argue. …
I once thought I was still alive….
Till I met the Knave of Knives
His coffin’s coffers
bought with blood,
and wilted flowers
On crooked tables
the cards are turned
with blades in …
how quietly you rest
where the meadow grasses sway
where on a good day
the view will stretch for miles.
you rest so quietly,
beneath the horse chestnut
where the rooks roost.