As i was walking closer to the river, the fog started to cover me. I hastened away and found myself standing by the water. And i saw it....

A face...
My own reflection in the water...
It looked weary, sad and afraid...
I thought to myself 'am i?'

Then i saw another face....
Another reflection appeared vaguely...

Your face...
Your reflection in the water...
Right next to mine...

I turned around and i saw nothing but the thick cold fog approaching....

You're nothing but a memory fading away...
Still i could not take my mind off you...

I looked back and the fog had covered my sight so perfectly that i could not even see my own reflection....

A story at the End of The Road

Farewell, me ol' mate....me handsome rover
The night has grown darker
Long ago me youth was torn in tatters
Things i've done not ter flatter

I can not sing comforting ballads no more.
Nor can sons o' God whose songs are beautifully sung as o' yore.
Thus, ne'er ye seek fer enjoyment deeper than heart.
For i am ter find me way ter part

Nor are ye goin' back
As chances of glancin' we lack
At simple pleasures in our lives
Fer many have been torn by strives

A memory at the end of the road

We were born as the fair ones o' our generation.
Tales among our nations.
We are just another page o' their lives
Our role was ter overcome their fear so rife.

No angels could abet
No devils could mislead

A Memoir at the end of the road...

One foggy morning i woke up to find my father crying in the living room.
I asked him what was happening, but not a word he said.
I walked out the door and ran into my friend at the gate.
he was crying.
I asked him what was happening.
not a word he said.

I kept walking and i saw 2 women in the park crying.
One of them was sobbing so hard that her body shivered.
Then came another woman, crying, she sat between the two other women and hid her face with her jumper.

As i kept walking I saw a man passing me by in a rush,talking on his phone, crying.
A little boy in his ***** school uniform,crying while his mother, who was crying as well walking them both towards the other side of the busy street.

Then i saw it....
Everybody was crying...
A man driving by in his red car...
4 men pulling a canoe to the river...
A woman in black dress carrying a sheet of paper fluttering in the wind.
2 old men playing chess in front of the department store...
All crying....
While doing their regular daily activities...

I thought to myself....
What is happening????

The answer came unexpectedly from myself...
I was crying as well...
Tears running down my face like sweat.

I was standing in front of my Father's graveyard....
With those gravestones around me....
It was just another cold foggy day in Kilkenny.
Those gravestones looked so sad and old.
I thought to myself....
''These people who died a long time ago.
Forgotten and abandoned...
I used to know these people...
When they were still alive and full of hopes for their lives''

'' Now all dead and sad...
Before me....''

I felt the cold wind blowing the dead leaves away...
The fog hanging heavily in the air....
Not a word i said....

I had a dream many years ago
Of you and me thinking of a place to go
To share our feelings without boundaries.
To fill our hearts' cavities

I wanted to go somewhere only you and i knew.
Where our footprints would remain preserved on earth beneath our feet.
Where all lost lovers would meet.
And from their old memories love would ensue.

I had a dream of you and me sitting by the river... Hand in hand...
The forest was enclosed by the lovers' singing soaring above heaven.

And you whispered softly....

''Never wake me up......''
           ''Never wake me up......''
                      ''Never wake me up......''

And i never woke you up...

Callin' all yer men, me heart, yer anger
E'er joy in wee darkest nights ye linger
Once yer heart broken, ye sought fer sorrow.
Deep in yer ol' man's den tae burrow

Alas! Me eyes nae tae look yer path
Sae fragile yet deep in wrath
Kind love before the moon we long fer
Weep i, hidden feelings we shared.

Yer love sweet yet cold i taste
Wantin' more ae far away hope ye chase
Kissin' pine-breath, sae true and fair
Nae willin', an ol' pledge tae sever

True path tae tak' tears ye kindly resist
Wee man o' this land, sigh i waitin'
Ne'er hope tae seek fer joy in life
Ye waitin o'er the ocean, ae storm sae rife

Waitin' i, ye will walk me way
Mild man ye tae tak' me heart sae
Longin' and lovin', good heart o deep
Fond ye still ae pledge i keep

Call it a curse, whatever
It hurts me so good
I'm trapped between good and bad

Call it a romance, anything
Would it still be romantic if it takes lives?

Call it a love poem, maybe.
Why do i feel ***** reading it out loud?

Call it haunting, right.
Maybe it is indeed.
Why am i not afraid?

Call it erotica, oh yes.
Why haven't i hit the ****** yet?

You are so beautiful it's so painful to love you...

There is one part of a woman that whenever a man touches it, she will sigh in ecstasy.
Every man loves to touch that one sensitive area...
Even play with it.....
They touch it, put their hands on it, and feel the warmth...

It is so soft and warm
You ****** your manhood into it and she will lead you into great sensations.
The deeper within her, the better it feels

You can only touch it if you're mature enough.
If you know how to make her ask for more.
If you're good with your hands and mouth.
Sometimes with your tongue.

Once you touch the right spot, her body will flop and **** around in deep intense ecstasy.......

Touch it.....
Gently and passionately if you want to win her....
Touch it..... touch it....

......her HEART..........

''O your eyes painted a thousand pictures of long journeys, rolling hills, running streams, and rugged coastlines.
O how i miss walking on that road down the hills to the sea''

You used to walk by the river o my handsome rover.
Beautiful and green your eyes looked into mine, barely sober.
My men had all gone home, from Malin to Dursley they called out your name.
You would always find your way, drunk you walked so lame.

These spring leaves, caught by the wind flying as far as the ocean.
Kilkenny, as far as the wind might take you i sang.
I sang my lovely Father's song so sad.
A beautiful man, along the road by the river he used to pad.

I pledged you my only heart
A vow of love to never part
My friend, my heart, my love
I promised you peace and joy

I want to go back to the very first day i saw you....

Let me go back...
             Let me go back...
                          Let me go back...


Who was i to pervert the course of time......
I cried when i watched you leave....
What i felt was pure and true.
A thousand times i heard my name whispered as i drew myself
closer to you.
As we made love, i touched your body so perfectly and
beautifully bare.
Those passionate kisses, gentle touches we shared.
You smiled, and i knew that you felt the same way.
I told you how i had always wanted to tell you what i really felt for
you.
You talked to me and i felt as if i hadn't been able to find the right
words to say.
Then we met again on that frozen day.
I made a promise to myself that i would touch your heart for the
first time
What i felt for you was pure and true.
No words could capture your sacred beauty, my love.
I saw you there walking in your white dress like you didn't care
that the world was moving around you.

I saw you there for the very first time....

I saw you...
               I saw you...
                              I saw you...

Happines went away.
In your place i found a way.
I tried to remember your face,
But i couldn't take my mind off your voice.

I'm only 20, Miss Solitude, young and longing for fulfillments.
I know you used to play tricks on naive young men.
But i am different. I am not just a man who runs and plays.
Through misery i have ploughed.

Here in your hotel room together we watch the city breathing.
I put my hands on your breast wondering.
Do you feel my youth running so wildly through my veins?
They say young men are not acquainted with no love nor with pain.

When you held me so tight couldn't you feel my heart beating like crazy?
When you looked deep into my eyes couldn't you see the pride of my manhood?
Take our picture as the night grows darker so lazy
I want to remember us like this if i could

These walls have our night secret
The unspoken passion we shared.
The nights we spent somehow
Listening to the sound of the rain falling down the window.

If this were a dream, i would be dreaming in a vivid dream.
Lights of colours your eyes beam.
Your lips tell me a thousand stories of passion and hopes.
The delightful scent of your hair ties me to you like a rope.

Come back to bed.....
I want more of your love.