Two Souls
F J McCarthy on Jan 11, 2009


Two souls searching for love.
neither Knowing where to look.
So close it seemed a step away.
The only step that no one took.
Too many times they passed.
their search  was so intense.
They could not feel the love so near,
Just waiting over the fence.
Left alone they could not wait.
The need they felt was just too great.
A summer fling to quench their thirst.
For surely soon their hearts would burst.
And then they met, by luck or chance.
They heard the music and felt the dance.
So hard it had been to finally meet.
At last they knew love, their souls were complete.

The Rain
F J McCarthy on Jan 21, 2009


My friends and neighbors think it’s strange, the times I chose to walk.
I go out late when it’s dark, and hardly ever talk.
I walk for miles without a goal, not going any place.
I come home , pass out on my couch and drift out into space.
I never walk on sunny days,  the world is just too bright.
I like it when it rains, especially at night.
At night no one can see me, or how I’m filled with pain.
They only try to keep themselves  dry ,and get out of the rain.
Myself I just keep walking,not caring if I’m wet.
Maybe if I walk enough I’ll finally forget.
But the memories of you keep haunting me, torturing my brain.
And the tears keep streaming down my face, so I hide them in the rain.

Whispers Softly
F J McCarthy on Jan 20, 2009


The music whispers softly in my ear.
Reminding me of times I hold so dear.
The melodies are playing, like feathers on a drum.
Whisper to me softly,  of all the joy to come.
The violins and bass, their bows pulled gently by.
So beautiful and pure, I can not help to cry.
As the tears,  roll gently down my cheek, Some one stops to say.
“Is there something I can do?” “No I’ll be O.K.”
It seems I have a problem, with these whispers that I hear.
No-one else can hear them, It’s like they just don’t care.
Yet I long to hear the whispers, getting fainter every day.
They are the music of your voice , before you went away.

Spiderweb Dancer
F J McCarthy on Jan 18, 2009


Dancing lightly on the air she weaves her silver thread.
With natures pure perfection, no hesitation in her tread.
She dances to and fro, on her lovely silken net.
Eight legged ballerina, whose dance you won’t forget.
The spins and twists and turns, they seem to draw you in.
She beckons you come closer, I’ll take you for a spin.
So beautiful she dances, what harm could come of this?
One dance, a chance perhaps , to steal a little kiss.
You fly without regret, to late to realize.
The dancer you won’t forget, has changed before your eyes.
Trapped by her seduction , she dances round and round.
Encasing you in silver lies, soon never to be found.
So as you lie there helpless, she feeds on your cocoon.
Then wait for her next dance partner,  who’s flying in real soon.

The Pitfalls and the Pebbles
F J McCarthy on May 3, 2009


Wandering through life,uncertain of my path.

Just stumbling my way across this world.

Wanting to be more than what I am.

Just not sure how to get there.

So many bumps along the way.

I trip and fall and bleed,but still I’m here.

Does this road have an ending?

A goal that I can reach and call my own.

Like a blind man in the forest, I just keep walking.

Hope against hope, I will see the light.

So long on this journey beaten ,pushed ,passed by.

Others on this road moving so fast they barely notice me.

Perhaps around the next bend my goal will come in sight.

The reason I have come so far will be clear.

Til then I just keep walking, watching for the pitfalls and the pebbles.

It seems they both can make you fall.

Far Away Love
F J McCarthy on Jan 15, 2009


I have never loved someone,
as much as I love you.
And though you cannot see me now.
Someday I hope you do.
And if we never join as one.
If that’s what Heaven deems.
I’ll cherish all my memories,
and love you in my dreams.

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.