This is where you'll find me now
Sitting in silence at the edge of our world
Alone but for this endless push and pull
Memories of you yearning me back to peace
Regrets spiralling me closer to that precipice

This is where you'll see me now
Further distant than I've been before
Naked save these trappings of life's  success
All so false, for what can ever be achieved?
Before that final bell has tolled

This is where you can reach me now
Forever longing for your faintest touch
Still burdened by these ties that bind
To a role, to a life, to a world so far removed
From the love and warmth that in you I find

So this is where you've left me now
You chose my heart but abandoned my soul
To wait in silence in hope for you once more
To find me, see me, reach me, to call for me
And for when you do, to once again, call me blue.

North Atlantic Wind
Rip through this useless flesh
As I stand before you one last time before death
A sacrificial offering in a search for some inner truth
Let your fiercest storm strip away all I possess
Eight hundred years of hated oppression
So as to sell our miserable freedom
For a state sponsored religious repression
For what died the sons of Roisin
For what died the sons of Erin
To an over protected child with a shyness from birth
Anxiety, insecurity, a national depression
North Atlantic Wind
Take me from this Irish disease
Nationalism, Catholicism, Alcoholism buried within
Howl now away it's bitterness
Roar upon me your enlightenment
Let me be relieved and shorn of all these tired excuses
No longer ones of Gods' or chemicals or States of fear
Strip me to my core, and let me see what's finally within
North Atlantic Wind
Answer all it is that I never felt to ask
For it is I and I alone that I now must fatallly see
And to stop my running and hiding from this Irish disease

My North Atlantic Wind
Let this be my end.....

Let Our Love

Let our love not be a war
Not played out on battlefields of mindless ****** revenge
Nor one of splendid victories followed so soon by crushing defeat
Not one of heroes and villians for i no longer summon the desire to play my part
Let our love then not be a war
As all wars end in eventual separation and follow an uneasy peace

Let our love not be a game
Not bound by rules nor by instructions to play
Nor possess a Jack of Diamonds to steal your Ace of Hearts away
Not one with winners, losers or cheaters with only ***** tricks to wage
Let our love then not be a game
As all games end in finite time so as only to begin once more

So come now and let our love be art
One of shimmering  colors, daring abstracts and brilliant hues
One formed of sophistacted melody, soulful voice and driving beat
One of perfect prose, eloquent verse and the purest words of a story never since told
Come now then and let our love be art
For its art as our love for all its flaws that shall live and breathe for ever more