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Declan trained full-time at Mountview Academy of Theatre Arts, London and The Conservatory / of Music and Drama, Dublin. His London theatre credits include The Complete Works of / Shakespeare Abridged (The Reduced Shakespeare Company,) Frank Pig Says Hello (Box of / Tricks Theatre Company), understudied Gogo and Lucky for Sir Peter Hall in the West End / Production of Waiting for Godot (Peter Hall Company). His Irish theatre credits include Jesus / hopped the A-Train and Francis and Frances (Focus Theatre), One flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest / (Lane Productions), King Lear (Second Age), / credits include Leap Year with Amy Adams (Universal Studios) and he can be seen most / recently in The Monuments Men directed by George Clooney (21st Century Fox).
Keep Believin’
Keep Believin’
She’s not leavin’
But peelin’ away some time
You won’t find the right lines
To reassure this mad mind.
Come face me,
Embrace me I’m wasting,
Please save me.
Keep Believin’
Keep Believin’
She’s not leavin’
But peelin’ away some time
I’m in the dark here,
Crippling cage of fear,
And each bar grows from each tear.
Cold comfort. Salt sunburn.
No respite, No return.
Keep Believin’
Keep Believin’
She’s not leavin’
But peelin’ away some time
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
Not about me, no.
You? no.
Then we then?
Us.
We know me and you.
Not us.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
She sits in the middle of a country barn.
Just clouds come and go.
She weaves a shawl, she weaves a yarn,
Singing only of what the lonely know.
And after dark, when all’s at peace,
She turns and throws the hay around
‘Cause she’s a little fire *******
Nailed to the ground.
Nailed to a promise
Common and deep.
Nailed to a coma
Counting Shivas in her sleep.
A ***** white dress won’t keep her warm.
And feet won’t keep her standing.
Out in the world, all hurried with harm,
She’s tired of all commanding.
A crack in the roof, the rain comes through,
She drinks and laughs at thunder.
Her song will never be heard by you,
With the spell her words are under.
Nailed to a promise
Common and deep.
Nailed to a coma
Counting Shivas in her sleep.
A day will dawn and out she’ll get
To money fame and wonder.
Her breathing soul slips every net
But her body heaves with hunger.
And into the arms of one blind man
She gives her only child
Who’ll grow to find a promise land
Where her mother wept in the wild.
Nailed to a promise
Common and deep.
Nailed to a coma
Counting Shivas in her sleep.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
Words. Matter.
Word Matters.
Words Matter.
Word Matter.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
Red lives, No Technicolour.
Red lives, No Technicolour.
Why am I,
Why am I sighing?
Old bowls empty of cereal,
Curtains made of see-through material.
Why am I,
Why am I crying?
Red lives, No Technicolour.
Red lives, No Technicolour.
Why am I,
Why am I dying.
Just me and a cube in the corner,
A rooted tube of squalor.
Why am I,
Why am I not flying.
Red lives, No Technicolour.
Red lives, No Technicolour.
Why am I here,
Why am I here lying.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
Be all my sins
And all my wishes
Wrapped in one.
Your cold hand
Warms itself on me.
My jaw falls
Into yours.
Nothing opens wide enough.
Hunger hates itself.
Eats away at itself unsatisfied.
Unsatisfiable.
And he’s holdin’ on,
O he’s holdin’on,
And his lies are ready to burn him.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Am I afraid of easy chords.
Silly Rhymes and cheesy words,
To get myself into the loop,
Become a Supergroup?
A smile, a flash, mag and a bang,
You’ll let me into your gang.
Keep me safe with brawny dudes
From semi-conscious semi-nudes.
Please take this
Lord’s Apprentice
And turn him into a God.
Not a Saviour
Of Pleasuremania,
But a Rabid, Raging Dog.
Sublime. Sublime.
Should I use my knife to butter up,
Not cynically cut her up.
Shake the hand of slimy fate,
Embrace the things I love to hate.
Recant in a million interviews
How to wake up and beat the blues,
Become a Lucky Laughing Boy,
A world wide web wind up toy.
Please take this
Lord’s Apprentice
And turn him into a God.
Not a Saviour
Of Pleasuremania,
But a Rabid, Raging Dog.
Sublime. Sublime.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
Simple, Ignorant and
Violently happy.
A lifetime’s days
In a daze.
A crippled ornament,
Deliriously mad, he
Threads a love theme
Through all his plays.
He’ll leave all his senses slowly
’Til each falls away with a sigh,
And the last of these will be Glory,
As the living lorn smiles, he’ll die.
But pause for a second to sing
And point the way with his eyes
To where the children of Art-her Kings,
Dance drunk round a furnace of cries.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
It’s a little bit of something
It’s a little bit of somewhere
It’s a little bit of someone
Singing ‘Hallelujah, Take me there.’
There’s a little boy waitin’
And he’s holding on tight.
His open eyelids failin’
Him before the day’s first light.
There’s three men waitin’
They’re walking all night.
By the end of the page
They’re dazed, praising what’s
Before their eyes.
A young woman is wakin’
Each night with a fright.
Her room she’s pacin’
Facing fears about her own little life.
There’s an old man waitin’.
Pots o’ tea all night.
He’s alone in the country
Without company, or sugar or sight.
There’s a little bit of anger
There’s a little bit of pain
There’s a little bit of loving
Smoothing over us all
And bringing us back again
It’s a little bit of something
It’s a little bit of somewhere
It’s a little bit of someone
Singing ‘Hallelujah, Take me there.’
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
Tell me when,
We will never speak of
Soft things again.
Of ice-cream in the
Park and holding hands.
Then... I’ll be chewing
Pins and blades
And hurting friends.
******* my name
Into the sand.
‘ Deck, the wreck,
with his neck
unpecked in months.
Needing always needing.
Feeling always feeling.
Bleeding always bleeding
From somewhere where he
Can fit his hand into
The wound, feeling
For his heart,
His soft
Unsought after heart-
Festering with prejudice,
Jealousy and self-pity.
How accomplished?
Tell me when,
We will never speak of
Soft things again.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC