I just felt a raindrop
I just felt a drop of rain
it won't make the pain stop
nothing can stop the pain

it's like a slowdown
and I am going down slow
I feel so lowdown
I feel so down low

I start to backslide
when memories slide back
it's like a black mind
it makes my mind black

Within the whole scope of emotions
without any prejudice
never hiding not one notion
feasting on the bread we miss

with no path on which to stumble
understanding of humanity
a heart still so humble
breaking free of the insanity

always the one who is open minded
with no chains of opinion
never even blurred or blinded
a mind of perfect dominion

Wasted father other
twisted ******* brother
suffer further under
cover crusher mother

patient silent action
stagnant talent tangent
casket habit magnet
vibrant fragment fraction

soulless sister seller
better error dealer
shelter peddler killer
vendor trader dweller

(This is a new style I am working on. I am going to call it a 2-3-4 poem since it must have three, two syllable words in each line, and four lines per stanza. Also, the first and last line of each stanza must end in a rhyme.)

society said no;
      i let go.

i thought of him
and those hands
and that beard
dear god, he is ecstasy.

i thought of that laugh
and that smile
and those blue, blue eyes.
i cannot get enough.

the thought of his tie
and those lips
and the way he sticks out his tongue.
i sure would like a taste of him.

i thought about him
and his brain
and about what he thinks about,
maybe he thinks of me?

he must think of me,
he gives me gifts
and tells me he loves me.
doesn't that mean he cares?

maybe i'll never know.

Here is the city—
its worn-down mountains,
its grass and iron,
its smoky coast
seen from the high roads
on the Wicklow side.

From Dalkey Island
to the North Wall,
to the blue distance seizing its perimeter,
its old divisions are deep within it.

And in me also.
And always will be.

Out of my mouth they come:
The spurred and booted garrisons.
The men and women
they dispossessed.

What is a colony
if not the brutal truth
that when we speak
the graves open.

And the dead walk?

Oh Tonight,
Tonight I sleep alone
Sleep I will, but
Not willingly
Nor purposely
I sleep,
For there is no chance in
Gaining precious moments
For there are no way of
Saying words that were
Left unsaid.
Perhaps it is fate.
But I will no longer ponder
On what is done.
And so I will go.
Let the night fold me in his long
Awaited arms
And be there for I am no
Longer needed *here.

When I feel reality slip away
With every breath I take
I grab onto every single word you said
Remember every moment together
Forgetting about it, is my greatest fear
It is the only thing that keeps me here.