Poems: Life

Birth of a Dream or: Death of a Hope
Looking out at the great expanse of night / the darkness flares and shimmers around me / each star a tiny pinnacle so close but unreachable / standing alone arms stretched up high to them / they are born 
Eating Marbles
You ever have one of those days / When everything you say is wrong? / And you try like hell to stop the words / And they come slamming on out? / Sometimes, it makes you choke / Like you swallowed a shit 
Happy New Year
Here is to the woman with the pills / who shares her stash with us all / And here is to the other with the weed / ever a participant for the good time / The coke and dust helped us all along / The man 
Meaningless
Why am I here? / I didn't ask for any of this / I hate it here I want to leave / But there is nowhere to fucking go / I'm crying and the tears taste so good / I wish someone would come get me / Looking 
Media Parables
I cried when I saw the bomb tear that car in half / Did you understand that it was for a good cause? / Well, it was you know… I mean who's to say no? / I laughed when I saw the Prince caught; his 
Petty Observations?
Laughing I watch the man explain to his kid why it is good to be honest / I look at the paper in my hand and see a politician in cuffs / Shaking my head I turn the pages and view a cop beating someone's 
Photo Fighter
I walked down to the Pub, an oft occurrance / Bored as I had nothing to do / Met this lady named Kate on the way down the street / and quickly a conversation did ensue / She told me she thought I was a 
Political Verbs
Wear the robe and crown … Wave / Listen to bureaucratic nonsense … Nod / Gobble up shit with a vengeance … Smile / People in the streets starve … Shrug / Have illicit affairs 
Prison Bloom
Sitting here quietly by myself I ponder / what there might be out there for me / sunsets and moons peace and beauty / Or will it only be these four walls to see? / Do I deserve to see the moon drift&hellip 
Pub Sorrow
Patrick sits there day after day / Feeling his misery slip away / Downing his lager, he is numb / Though now he's mute and dumb / Who was it that took his beauty away? / They blamed it on the IRA for 
Success Story
Wake your ass up and get going another day awaits / Goddamnit how I groan thinking of the idiots I'll / hafta face today, / How is it that me, being just another one on this / assembly line of shit, am 
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