This world is full of angels
full of devils in disguise.
Like gargoyles faces on the wall,
blending in before our eyes.
The Christmas traffic,
shuffling past...
Young ones clutch their oul ones hands.
Oblivious, to the worlds strange ways.
Lost angels in a broken land.
And the poor ****** on the corner sings,
about a policeman from New York.
A song probably older than his mother
I'm hoping they still have each other.
I'm hoping that his words fall easy.
Gently,
upon her ears.
Cause he's looking kinda lonely now,
Maybe no ones listening!

Four tired feet, resting at last.
The old work shoes,
thankfully cast.
Beside the couch,
where now they rest.
A weary head upon her breast.

Silence,
sharing,
just their breathing.
Two souls swimming,
two souls dreaming.
Like a Buddha
neath a willow.
Each ones heart
just like a pillow.

And as each breath
rises and falls.
Candle wax spills on the wall.
  Seconds...
minutes...
fade away.
Tomorrow is another day.

She told him..
"We're all Stardust!
" That's what we are
all made of!
She told him...
"never worry"......
.......
"Worry
  always
     proceeds the fall."

She led him through the chambers.
The hidden places lost within.
Where she tries to find herself,
where she always dreams of him.

Sometimes...,  
only nightmares.
Past horrors
mixed with yesterday.
Sometimes,
love and wonder.
The feeling,
that all is OK.

The lonely streets of Dublin.
The fear of sleeping all alone.
She would wonders
if he's happy now.
She wonders if he's
on his own.

Sitting by her empty pond,
A thousand thoughts
lost to the wind.
She wonders where it all began,
she wonders,
will it ever end.

An empty teapot on the table,
She wonders,
is she really able.
Everything that was, once was.
Now she's haunted by
Because.

Because
she sees,
a different future.
A place to hide
and ancient furniture.
Covered in a dust
that lies.
The sorrow lost behind her eyes.

Chapters.
Each one,
with their place in time.
The way things can be turbulent.
Then with time,
they end up fine.
The way we seem to carry on.
A different chapter,
different song.
How many chapters
have we left?
Before we know
that we're not wrong.

The pyramids inside those dreams.
Rays of light reached to the sky.
The constellations all stood still,
As she kindly whispered why!
"All the devastation,
all the endless cause of pain.
It's sown into the fabric,
the karmic light that we obtain.
Written by our own sweet souls,
so many moons ago.
It's everything that we must be,
and all we'll ever need to know".

Lost among the sand dunes
lost upon the fading light.
The last days of September
Summer fades away tonight.
The way the weather changes,
the way the seasons
all give way.
To a new beginning,
the dawning of another day.
Lost among the sand dunes.
The ocean never seems to change.
Yet every single motion,
brings the birth of a new wave.
The lighthouse in the corner,
a light that never seems to fail.
Reflecting on your beauty.
The light that carries me away.

In the land of plenty.
In the land of throw away.
All the silent voices,
dancing every night away.
In the land of freedom.
A bigger freedom than the rest.
A place, it seems that colour,
can place you, under their arrest.
A place where freedom
tows the line,
underneath the dollar sign.
In the land of plenty.
Underneath the dying sky.

The Sugarloaf Mountain on our right,
and we ain't getting home tonight.
The Underlings from deep below,
have opened up the hidden doors.
They've come to change
the flight of men.
From deep within,
their ancient dens.

Ancient knowledge
Ancient ways.
Once more to see,
the light of day.
Stolen by the kings and queens.
The ones who've stolen
all our dreams.

The Underlings
are on the move.
Redemption sought
and souls to sooth.
From the centre
of our world.
The Underlings
are here once more.
Here to change the way we see,
everything that we can be.

High above the bubbling crowd,
the merchants,
privileged,
and crown.
Laughing at the fighting crowds.
Underneath their poison shroud.

High above the city square,
the people
all the ones that care.
They're laughing,
as we try to fight.
**** each other
every night.

A wandering soul,
upon the rocks.
The Oceans
never ending churning.
Seaweed, cast upon the stone.
Cast with thought
and constant yearning.
Once upon a lullaby.
At least a thousand years before.
A desperate secret
once was buried.
Underneath the soil and stone.
Where the dunes
begin to falter.
Where the sands
and forest meet.
Treasure buried in the long grass
hidden from the passing feet
Gold and Diamonds,
Sacred Sculptures.
Scriptures of an ancient tongue.
Hidden underneath the long grass,
lost beneath the burning sun.

Darkness hiding in the tree's.
A lonely crossroads.
No man's land.
Ancient rituals.
Ancient tortures.
Blood,
upon the soil
and sand.

Through the hills,
a shadow seeker.
Seeking out somewhere to lie.
A lonely soul,
lost with the seasons.
Underneath
a blood red sky.

And as the blood dries,
on the tarmac.
A winning smile, a wicked fate.
Gypsy ghosts,
no longer vocal.
Shadows waiting
at the gates.

Through the hills,
a shadow seeker.
Lost upon the darkness still
A lonely soul,
Lost with the seasons,
Forever lost
and wandering.

The steam lifts off the concrete floor
and paradise ain't here no more.
It set sail on a cargo ship
On a never ending trip.

It's out there, near the Bay of Pigs
lost between the reels and jigs.
On its way to distant shores.
Paradise ain't here no more.

Somewhere near the Southern Tip,
It's heard it let its secrets slip,
to a drunkard on the floor,
and paradise ain't here no more.

Lost forever to the stars.
Paradise has gone to far.
Through the clouds, an open door.
Now paradise ain't here no more.

Henry The Eight
passed through the gates,
of a lost
and broken town.
A grin upon a hollow face,
another jewel upon the crown.
And as he rode high on his horse.
A royal nose
raised to the sky.
An Irishman upon the crowd,
was plotting out
his way to die.

He'd followed him from Kensington...
a thousand paces.....
well behind.
Hiding in the shadows...
everyone at home in mind.
With every step
a memory,
another valid reason why.
He kissed the cross
hung from his neck,
knowing he was going to die.....

The runt down by the river.
Canvas sheets that form a home.
Locked within the magic.
Most every moment
spent alone.
Lost within the nature
Yet somehow always finds a way.
To laugh away the madness.
To laugh away that useless pain.
He'd sit and play the fiddle,
to the cows and to the moon.
He'd play the whistle to the stars,
then raise his head long after noon.
I remember once he told me,
"Kid remember this!,
the ones that you have hurt the most
will be the ones your gonna miss!,
Never dwell in anger
never fold or bow to pain.
Take this from a black sheep
the one they think
is lost,
insane."

A shadow fell across the plains
as the air grew cold.
Thunder rolled up in the sky.
The day and me
both growing old.
And as the lightning pierced the clouds.
My tired eyes were on the road.
A lesson lived
A lesson learned.
We can't live on love alone.

Up ahead a diner.
A respite from the cold and rain.
Shelter with a greasy spoon.
A place for time to while away.
Upon the foggy window
I scrawl a heart around our names
And as the waitress brings my food,
I quickly wipe it all away.

Maple syrup pancakes,
foreign to my Irish tongue.
The bacon here's to crispy,
and everybody has a gun.
I wonder what I'd do with one.
That danger in my hands.
Shoot my way to glory,
or fall upon the promised land.

A rumble of thunder brings me back.
Reality ensues.
All the madness leaves my mind,
then it's left with you.
Seven thousand miles away
waiting on your own.
I leave that thought there
with the tip.
and return to the road.

Outside the air is crispy,
like the bacon in the bin.
Now its time to focus,
channel out a way to win.
The road ahead might bring the rain.
Alas I must go on.
The jukebox through the window
singing out our favourite song.

A million shovel fulls of sand,
and this is not the life I'd planned.
Yet every raindrop on my head
Reminds me of the way things play.
The way somebody's point of view,
leads us down a different road.
The way life teaches something new,
from the cradle to the grave.

A million shovel fulls of sand,
plucked from Dublins sacred soil.
Reminds me of a distant past.
Reminds me of a different age.
The cobble stones.
The memories.
Lost amongst it all.
The raindrops that fell upon my head,
have been the ones
that made me strong.

Branches, on a lonely tree.
Growing, in a lonely field.
Where the green,
falls to the sea.
Into the blue,
Into the deep.

There, upon the coral floor.
Dancing,
with the changing tides.
Swaying,
going with the flow.
Forever reaching
to the light.

Branches,
underneath the moon.
Dancing
with the western winds.
Waiting for the Sun to come.
Another day
to begin.

Scrolling,
up and down the page.
An old soul,
from a different age.
A soul,
with memories of fields.
A place.
Without a place to be.

Underneath the sky each night.
All the love
and all the fights.
Never captured by the lens.
Never needing to pretend.

The freedom, that we took for granted.
Lost, with all the hope
we planted.
In the future
and the world.....
Bring me back to 94.

Throw a kiss upon the wind.
On every fear
and every sin.

A smile,
up to the distant stars.
To everything
that seems so far.

To all the old souls
shining there.
To every reason
why you care.

Throw a kiss upon the wind.
Her whistling lips,
and all she sings.

Sweeping up the needled tree.
She wonders,
how things seem to be.
She looks out of the window
to the sky.

She takes her rest
upon the chair.
She thinks about
the ones who care
and then about the ones
that cease to be.

And though her world is troubled,
she's still smiling all the same.
Reflecting on the memories,
the ones that keep her sane.

Her eyes upon a photograph.
A memory in time.
She's reading his old poetry
forever lost between the lines.

The slowdown
and The fading through.
Another year.
Here's me and you.
Our Tribe,
beneath
the burning Sun.
Beneath the star's
like everyone.
All the corners of the world,
So many tongues
So many words.
Lost
All under the same sky.
A thousand
million
reasons why.

A voice upon the passing wind.
The traffic
and the festive lights.
Stood outside another pub
he dreams about her hazel eyes.
Although the rain is falling
he can't feel it on his skin.
His thoughts,
a thousand miles away.
Lost to her
and everything.
Watching people passing,
he wonders bout their lives.
He hopes that their all happy, safe
as they fade out of sight.
Christmas decorations,
wrapping paper
five for a pound.
He pulls ******* the cigarette
Then picks his heart up off the ground.

Another night in Paris,
but different than the ones before.
Left with love to conquer,
the terror knocking on the door.
I hope this won't discourage,
Liberty, where it was born.
For hatred is an energy
not within,
when we are born.
It's harnessed by a twisted way.
A path, that lost souls
sometimes take.
Lambs brought to the slaughter.
Brainwashed, to the point of hate.
Where every single drop of blood,
is washed away
with so called faith.
Yet I pray for all the victims,
not to a God that will dictate
I pray to what's within us all,
The love that is the only way.
A prayer to **** the hatred.
A guiding light
to show the way.

Paw prints on the melting snow,
A fading sky,
an orange glow.
Pine trees
lead the way back home.
Back to everything we own.

"Follow the stars"
those were her words.
Lost with all the sleeping birds.
Feathering, the nest
that dwells.
In the pines
above the earth.

That breath
that lives
upon cold air.
Her misty voice
sings everywhere.
Dissipates,
Lost to the dawn,
with every word
I am reborn.

Upon the pines,
the forest floor.
The way
there's always room for more.
Always room
for what will be.
Nectar
and the sleeping bees.

Broken are the roses.
The garden doesn't seem the same.
And every breeze that passes through,
forever,
whispering your name.
And then there comes the moments,
The ones
where one
feels all alone.
Lost upon the roses,
where memories were born and grown.

Maybe I could plant one now
And you can help it grow.
You can bring the sunshine,
the light that melts the Winter's snow.
Upon those cold oul mornings,
when we feel
lost and afraid.
You'll be growing roses,
shining through the mornings haze.

An ode to my sweet *****,
the grace beneath each step she takes.
She's like the sun that lights the day,
A swan upon a sacred lake.
Her eyes illuminate
the night.
Shining with the silver moon.
She's there with every
breath I take.
The melody in every tune.

"It's great to be alive,"
she said......

Then she went
and broke his heart......

A hook,
upon each line
that's thread....
Catching out
each word that's fed.

The memories
the darkness.
That seem to swallow up the night.
Fall into a broken space.
Nothing's wrong
and nothing's right.

The weight
of the unknowing,
So different,
inside every mind.
The want
of love and growing.
The hope that follows
every fight.

Swallows swoop
upon the green,
before they say
goodbye again
Wings upon the same old skies,
feathers
and an empty pen.

Underneath a Blood Red Moon,
another good one,
gone to soon.
A candle quenched,
upon the night.
Somewhere else,
might find a light.
A flicker,
In the distant skies.
Sometimes
there's no reasons why.
No salvation to be found.
No reasons
for the heart that pounds.

There amongst the wilderness.
Where creatures
big and small roam free.
There amongst the overgrown,
thats where they'd find
you and me.
The wind that shakes the barley,
whistling in our freezing ears.
You'll find us in the long grass,
hiding from the same old fears.

Well its known
we're not alone.
there's many more besides.
All hiding in the long grass,
fighting with the same oul pride.
With the wind
that shakes the barley.
Forever whistling in their ears.
They'll join us there,
the country air,
amongst the winds
that kiss the breeze.

It depends on the ears
that they fall upon.
Every word
and every song.
The rhythm
and the rhymes of time,
how they rest,
in every mind.
The harmony,
inside your soul.
Those ballads
that bring you back home.
Forever there,
inside your heart.
Each one there
to play it's part.

She painted pictures in her dreams,
A secret canvas
no one sees.
Colours,
blending into form,
Forever there,
since she's been born.

Patterns from a different time,
embellish hopes within her mind.
With every sketch,
her thoughts would wonder.
To a place
well far beyonder.

She told me once,
"All that you dream,
"You can own,
if you believe".

"Sketch the world
inside your mind
Recieve the grace
   that time will find".

And as the brush
rests on the table.
Lyrics, pictures,words,
and fables.
All within her knowing eyes,
A thousand different shades of sky.

She is
The Keeper of the Flame.
A beacon, on an ancient grave.
Upon the earth
where wild things roam.
She takes her rest
under the Sun.

And then at night,
under the moon.
She sits beside
the cold stone tombs.
Guided by awoken dreams,
reflected faces in the stream.

And as the wolves
begin to howl.
She's searching,
for the sacred owl.
The knowing eyes,
that guide the way.
The wind upon
eternal flames.

The winds that whistle
in her ear.
The voice, that always
draws her here.
Upon the earth,
where wild things lie.
She tends the flame
and wonders why.

Upon the old path,
travelled many a toe.
With lessons to learn,
and notions that grow.
Ideas and moments,
locked into times.
Lost amongst love,
and lost upon rhymes.
The things that are said,
with a mind full of sauce.
The words that are thrown,
without any thought.
Without any reason,
without any rhyme.
Lost amongst love,
and locked into time.

An angel
that came forth to live,
Every hardship life could give.
Sleeping in the meadows haze,
she'd fall into her mind,
The Maze.

A trail of blood,
through corridors.
She tries to open every door.
Yet each are locked,
and there's no key.
She's searching for somewhere to be.

A tattoo on her little toe,
Brings her back
to brighter days.
Reminds of her of so long ago.
Before she got lost
in The Maze.

An angel
with a journeyed soul.
The hands of time
could never own.
She's lost now.
Waiting,
to be found.
An old soul
from a different land.

A Calypso beat.
A gypsy heart.
An ocean that keeps them apart.
Two thousand miles
he had to thread.
To earn his crust,
to bake his bread.

Baking under foreign skies.
He ran away from all the ties.
But tied he is,
forever more.
To memories of Inchicore.

Horses *******
by the stairs.
St Michaels flats,
and she was there.
Laughing,
and her wicked tongue.
A face like hers,
forever young.

But then that night,
returns to haunt,
every dream,
and every thought.
Her tears.
His blood,
upon the floor.
Upon that stairs in Inchicore.

Sitting in the high grass,
praying as the sky turns grey.
Waiting for the cargo,
nervous eyes upon the waves.
Everything invested,
every shilling,
every crown.
His heart
is in his salty mouth.
On the cliff
as he looks down.

His eyes look to the lighthouse.
It's beam
they follow
out to sea.
He holds her locket
in his hands,
prays again,
"just let it be."

But this time,
prayers aren't answered.
The whistling wind,
begins to rise.
He opens up the locket,
stares and cries
into her eyes.

Alas, it is all over now.
He knows
that he cannot return.
The ebb and flow
is angry,
and he wonders
will he ever learn?

The bodies on the rocks below,
signal the sad end.
As lights appear upon the shore,
his dreams start to descend.
Into the rain.
Into the gales,
that blow on Bantry Bay.
He throws the locket to the wind.
Once more now,
upon his way.

The last thing
that his living eyes,
lay rest upon
before the end.
All magical and mystical.
Things his mind could not explain.
The faces and the memories,
all flowing,
freely, through the sky.
They joined his final memory,
of how he ever wondered why.

The glow worms luminescence,
lighting up the willow tree.
The ladybirds are sleeping,
underneath the dewy leaves.
No weight of expectation.
A simple life.
A simple thing.
In harmony with nature.
In harmony with all that sings.

The shadows,
that the sunlight gives.
The dawning of the day.
The magic spells.
The hope that dwells,
in every word we say.
All out there
with each other.
Underneath a dying Sun.
Searching for a hidden God.
The one that lives in everyone.

King Kalibo sheds a tear.
Waits for Rita to appear.
Sits in pain
and waits all day.
Minutes, hours,
pass away.

Staring at the shaking walls,
waiting for his soul to fall.
Like a star falls,
in the night.
Slowly drifting
out of sight.

Through the ages
and the years.
Swollen smiles and swelling tears.
He learnt this life is just a game.
And no one lives
this life the same.

King Kalibo can't hang on,
Rita cried and now she's gone.
Castle crumbles
to the ground.
King Kalibo
can't be found.

Beneath the rubble,
lies a crown.
A broken heart,
a crying clown.
The earth absorbs remorseful tears.
A kingdom mourns with cautious fear.

Time shall tell,
what lies ahead.
Time will tell,
what had been said.
Words that slit a kingdoms throat,
dwell in the air, as tension floats.

Kalibo now,
no longer heard.
His words,
gone with the stolen herd.
Rita,
woman of betrayal.
In her quest she did not fail.

Standing tall,
forever rich.
Fated, to be no one's *****.
With her new life,
and her new love.
Still she fears, what waits above.

The trees, they're sitting still again,
the wind has long since died.
A distant look upon her face,
a shadow in her mind.
She's living life,
forgiving,
and she's trying to be kind,
but sometimes there's emotions,
that the face can never hide.
There's petals on the lawn again,
The roses ruffled,
now they're  still.
Inside her heart
she fills the void.
She battling her time to ****.
The trees, they're sitting still again,
until the winds return once more.
A heart that's never skipped a beat,
Is always gonna yearn for more.

Water trinkles down the stone cold walls of Babri Towers.
Souls outside are blooming,
It's the Festival of Flowers.
Some soar to a heightened state,
the minutes feel like hours.
Each one on a sacred trip,
discovering their power.
The Sun's about to kiss the Moon,
and darkness must devour.
All that lies within our minds,
the things that make us cower.
The hood we wear
when there's no need.
The minutes feel hours,
Underneath the shadow,
of the sacred
Babri Towers.

Upon the fringes,
all that hinges.
On the love, and on the hate.
The daily toll,
the time we own,
the time we spend, inside our heads.
Every notion,
herbs and potions.
Things that help us, through the day.
Time and moments,
try to own them.
Learn to live, without the pain.

Two desperate souls,
upon the ledge.
She was from a coastal town.
He was from a different place,
she was from a different time.
The waves that crash beneath them,
200 feet...,
the rocks below
Their thoughts, could tip them over,
without the grip the other holds.
They're staring at the ocean.
Sometimes, there's no need for words.
They're staring at each other,
saved by all the dreams they own.

He said -
"What I've seen,
and where I've been,
against my own sweet will".
The eyes that looked into his soul
the ones he had to ****.
On a lonely battlefield,
so far away from home.
I Watch him drift away again.
Back to those war zones.

The Queen of hope,
the knotted rope.
That brought her to the grave.

The hangman's smile,
a thousand miles.
Since he was a slave.

The King of doom,
a lonely room.
Once the winning knave.

The way the shore,
will look for more.
Kidnapping the waves.

The journey,
starting,
with your eyes.
That's  where I swim through.
Through your heart,
and through your mind.
That's where I find you.
Deep within those caverns,
that's where our true beauty lies.
Deep within the bond we have,
It's written in your hazel eyes.
And as we rest together.
Two souls,
underneath the stars.
I thank the Angels on our backs.
Thank the Lord we've got this far.
Here in synchronicity,
two souls, underneath the sky.
I thank the Devil on our back,
the one that made us wonder why.

Water down the liquor,
the troops are on the road.
Full of expectations,
they think they're going home.

Water down the chatter,
the words that leave the tongue.
Remember, every war that's been,
has sacrificed the young.

Watered down emotions,
as we try to sink or swim.
It's funny how the same old tribes,
prosper, with the same old sins.

Let's water down the slaughter.
The need, the greed, the want of more.
Teach our sons and daughters,
war will always, lead to war.

Water down the liquor,
the troops are on the road.
They're full of expectations,
they think they're going home.

We fell over each other,
a thousand stars fell from the sky.
On the road
to God knows,
we stumbled down the mountain side.

Although the glass was empty,
the bottle, it was always full.
We fought and danced with gypsies.
Sang songs with the Raging Bull.

Then we reached the shoreline.
Fires burning on the sand.
Mingled with the people,
took the air down by the strand.

The Fair, it starts tomorrow,
I wonder will she reappear.
She left the last time, with the morn,
hard to think it's been a year.

An island, off an island.
Water,
puddles,
mist and rain.
The vast expanding ocean,
the one that carried you away.
Walking from the parlour,
looking out across the fields.
I wonder what your doing now,
I always wonder how you feel.
I know,
we knew,
what's for the best,
yet sorrow never hides.
I often look upon the waves,
upon the changing tides,
I see your face in everything,
your teardrops are the rain.
Remembering that final day,
I live it everyday.