Laugh through my tears,
Struggle through the years,
This is what it means
To have the Irish in me.
My prayers fall on deafened ears.
Godless is the Irish in me.

Self defeating mind,
Always two steps behind,
This is what it means
To have the Irish in me.
In this bottle I will find,
Drunk is the Irish in me.

Cut my nose off in spite.
I have every right.
This is what it means
To have the Irish in me.
Never am I ever contrite
Rebel is the Irish in me.

Desolate my heart,
Mind full of art,
This is what it means
To have the Irish in me.
I've no idea where to start.
Hopeless is the Irish in me.

The luck fails
And poverty prevails.
This is what it means
To have the Irish in me.
Tough as nails
These Irish genes.

....**** this Irish in me....

**** me, **** me,
I'd rather not live
In a world where we take
But we never give
We never think of others,
We're blind, and we're mute
Our evils never
Trace back to the root
Silence, it's this silence
that kills us in time
We wallow in, revel in,
We embrace this crime

I awoke this morning to a somber fact

I am not alive.

As every other day I went about my way, working to keep you alive. I fought the same fight, for your honor, for your right. Yet I am not alive.

I came home unaware there was no one there and kept the company of a friend we once shared. Who would not question "Are you still alive?" I sat before his glowing eyes, I bought his stories, his fancies, his lies.

He did not care I wasn't alive.

I've no need to eat when I'm in his care. There is nothing he asks, no reason to share. But I've more work tomorrow to keep you alive. So I retreat to my cave without bother to bathe and crawl into bed by your side. But the place where you slept is cold and unkept.

My God. You're not alive.

Inside my mind
there's a raven-headed man.
He stands aside a cage
where my soul once ran.
She thrashes against the bars.
"Oh, please set me free!"
I'd like to let her go,
but I know she's not me.
Her face is bashed in.
Blood covers the floor.
The raven-headed man only watches
as her fingers grow sore,
for she scratches so
at her hollow chest.
Her tears fill the chasm,
but it's in mockery, in jest.
She has no heart.
She can not feel.
These are only my emotions
which she steals.
So, I watch her scream
until her throat bleeds dry.
And the raven-headed man takes wing,
leaving us to wonder why.

In the sun and in the rain
In loneliness, in pain
In laughter and in joy
When life creates, when it destroys
When you're alone in a crowd
Silent though you scream out loud
When you break cause you can't bend
I will always be your friend.

I wish August was tomorrow
A month was long ago
I'd have you here beside me
No one'd have to know
With paper streamers blowin
In a somber wind
As I held you, loved you
Once and once again
I wish August was tomorrow
And December'd never been

I met you in a dream
Years and years ago.
And I lost you when I woke,
But, then again, and though….
Did I ever have you?
Will I ever know,
Why or how or who
I met, years and years ago?