Tears I Have Cried
F J McCarthy on Feb 28, 2009


I have been happy , I have been sad.
I have seen things so joyous they made my heart glad.
I have had my heart broken more than once through the years.
I could fill up an ocean with all of the tears.
Some tears of sorrow, some tears of joy.
A death of a friend ,the birth of my boy.
The pain I have cause, the guilt I still feel.
I can’t change the past, but it saddens me still.
The people Ive trusted and those that have lied.
They’ll never know the tears I have cried.

Cardboard Box
F J McCarthy on Jun 10, 2009


Starring across a sea of souls

I cannot fathom how vast.

Still I feel so very lonely.

As though I am the last.

Walking through the city streets

Being pushed from all their mass.

Never once though do our eyes meet

No recognition as they pass.

Life it seems will run it’s course

So many rivers fed by streams.

The old man living in a cardboard box

Was a child once, filled with dreams.

So quickly life can pass us by,

Take a moment just to think.

The possessions that we hold so dear

All we know gone in a blink

So please my friend look me in the eye

I was once a child ,it’s true

Just say hello as you pass me by.

That is all I ask of you.

The Air
F J McCarthy on Jul 23, 2009






Take a breath and let your imagination wander.

Think about the air inside your chest.

Was this the air that they breathed before the ship went under.

Or the last breath of a hero before he laid to rest.

The air has said I love you,over land and sea.

How many times did it say I love you too.

The air has been in those that fought to make us free

Is that the air you have inside of you.

Great people with great speeches that taught us right from wrong.

They breathed the same air, that we take in everyday.

The poets and the scholars,the ones who sing your favourite song,

The air inside of me,is the air inside of you,is the air inside our children when they play.

So take another breath and slowly ponder.

Are we really that much differrent you and I?

When you think about the air it’s just a  wonder.

Could this be from my baby’s new born cry?

Now let your breath go out, to go find somebody new.

Let it float above the oceans, let it soar where eagles fly.

Let it say a prayer to God above,with hopes it will come true.

When it fill the lungs of a stranger may it lift his spirit high.

Passion
F J McCarthy on Feb 20, 20o9

You don’t even know it,
you haven’t got a clue.
The passion that you stir in me,
whenever I”m with you.
The way you move your body,
the fire in your eyes.
It sets my heart to thumping
My temperature to rise.
And when I kiss your lips,
It’s more then I can bear.
I long to touch your body,
Run my fingers through your hair.
To pick you up and carry you,
To a bed of soft desire
Take you from a burning candle
To a roaring , raging fire.
Making love to every inch of you.
As our bodies join as one.
Take you to  heights of ecstasy,
Till your blazing like the sun.
And when this night is over ,
and we lie there in our bliss
I will swear my love forever,
And seal it with a kiss.

I Am the Wind, You are the Sea
F J McCarthy on Feb 24, 2009

I am the wind , I drift across the world constantly moving.
You are the sea, you carry life inside of you ,maternal and loving.
I sail above the beauty that is you, I long to wake you from your calm slumber.
To draw you up to heights unknown and merge with your cool waters.
Yet you resist my tender strokes,you splash waves against me ..
I buffet your calm waters until they are churning and swirling.
Finally we become one,we are the cyclone, the hurricane,
Unstoppable force of nature. Together we become greatness.
Slowly we come to earth where we must part once more.
For I am the wind and you are the sea.