I walked past your old road today
And admittedly to me now it’s just a road,
But do you remember the tapestry unfold?
Remember the asphalt bubbling in sun,
You made me feel like I could move a tonne
Someone shouts at the sky, incantation of a bird, no wings though
Only half promises and no shows
I met god at the station - he asked me why I was late,
Because I’m me, not you, this whole thing is a mere charade
I met the devil on the train,
He asked my why I don’t feel any pain -
Because I’m me, not you,
Flawed yes, but maybe my intentions are true
I met my match at home and indulged in the quick risk of a half smoked spliff,
She asked me why I couldn’t care,
Because I’m me, not you,
I’m half baked and I’m pretty much guaranteed to miss
I met myself on the way out,
Asked him why he’s such a ******* melt,
Because I’m you, you’re me,
We should probably stop living,
In a forlorn fantasy
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
Terminal 2
This one’s for you
This is the third plane
I’ve drowned on
Since this new life came
I know inertia should help but as horizon bends and tarmac is pushed away beneath steel wings,
All I think
Is even through the darkness, desolation, I’d still drink your libation,
Yeah cool for the best but what if not,
I want your well, not another flat pint of Amstel
Your words were tall, but shorter than your lies,
To be fair wouldn’t be like you to wonder why,
Turns out,
life’s hard to come by
You always wanted my words, so heres some, long overdue, as I implode in terminal 2,
Sorry I couldn’t be there, love, in those last days,
This one’s for you
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
I’d shake your hand hello but
Hug you tightly goodbye,
I’d go to war for you but I wouldn’t let you see me cry,
I’d call you a fool, mockery, but never acknowledge that the twinkle in your eye on a pint laden afternoon in a hazy July
Felt like winning the lottery
I’d introduce you as my brother, my kin,
But I wouldn’t share my sorrow,
I’d rather wax lyrical about the sin bin,
I’d never tell you I miss you, or brandish my scars - but I’ll always think of you when I look up at the stars
I remember years ago, you told me that even if worlds apart
We can both pivot to the same sky, both to the same dark
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
To the workhouse where tears were not shed
Long, before the dawn of day, which wasn’t his to take
Before long, the government man would come - poke, **** pry, and
Moved again with the burning thatch still echoing its ring
The only truth, what had been - not what was or would be,
To come - the blistering of feet in hot summer sun
Present day and although the oppression has,
In a way, gone away,
There’s a red hand, clasped in a vice grip,
The land of one percent is for the few and don't you be having the lip to lament,
Even with enforced eviction -
‘why don’t you have the rent?’
History repeats itself, this time at the hand of someone like you
See, the bourgeois, petit, never ceased to be
A tragedy
From inequality born -
Ag Coinneáil Daoine Slán
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 5:11 PM UTC
It's weird
Because although you sing Bill’s famous words,
You know it probably
Won’t be a lovely day
Somewhere in the praised
Fog of dopamine release,
In circles,
Brought up -
Coming down
This, here, now,
with all of you,
This couldn't possibly
Fade away
Halcyon days, blue ghosts, that’s some yoke,
Long nights feeling short, a bit of remorse, I still love you, all - the more
Look, most important to me - none of you are in a hearse -
Keep it that way -
Look at the stars, never the mud,
Go close to the sun above
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
I went to your grave today,
For the first time I thought I would
Pay my respects
To a box emerged in the clay,
Chance,
Why are things this way?
I got to see today
And despite plans best laid,
With your life you paid
For
An uncommitted sin,
An unatonable error,
The clichés,
They’re lying,
My love for you
Is undying
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC
He wanted peace,
Which came in the form of broken sleep
On Grafton street,
A lullaby sang by chemical imbalance in the brain,
So for that this one time frame,
Things weren't quite the same,
Who is he to blame?
For wanting relief,
A prisoner of the streets,
Moved on by the police,
But the people that walk by,
They'll never miss a beat;
'Junkie **** doesn't deserve my coin'
But you'll go then
To your warm home,
Sit on your throne
And you'll still moan,
'They deserve to be alone'
You won't pine,
You'll drown your brain in that nine euro Tesco wine
See you get your relief too,
But with you
It gets to be taxed,
Regulated
And swept under the rug,
So next time you judge,
Have a look within,
You'd be surprised
What you might discover
On a whim
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC