Posts archive for: April, 2008
  • Men Who Smoke

    Every single thing you said to me,
    Leaves me wanting more,
    I want nothing less than to agree,
    All I need is my score

    Fickle boys through and through,
    Money no less than they deserve,
    Beaten and bullied, their hatred grew,
    Feelings and secrets, they must conserve.

    Rent boys I envy, the rich I pity,
    Life is wasted on men who smoke,
    Old bore against young so witty,
    This fight is clearly a joke.

    Feelings enrichen my life all the same,
    Hatred brings the best, hope the worst,
    Mistakes cause me to change my name,
    Everything about me is cursed.

    Gay guy struts down the street,
    My eyes wander to his path,
    I see the way he swaggers and glides, so fast,
    I wonder who will feel his rath.

  • Life laid bare

    Rain falls across my land,
    Litres and litres cover my eyes,
    Blinded from the water, I stumble,
    Crashing and falling to the floor,

    I wake up in a daze,
    Nothing around but parasites,
    I must be dreaming, its a mistake,
    I scream out, pulling at my hair,

    False feelings and friends hide the truth,
    Nothing alive causes me joy,
    I walk up and down the beaten track,
    Some day I will be gone.

    Boys beat boys, like the same,
    Girls beat boys like men,
    They all hurt and they all fear,
    Everyone the same in the grave.

    Days compare so diverse,
    I want to leave start again,
    Forever my friend, I need more time,
    Passion the only feeling left.

    I write and write my thoughts bare.
    The bright screen conveys my life,
    I find it sad, what i have become,
    Like a lone traveller, fleeing from the mess.

    Some day I will change, some day soon,
    I will leave this island the same,
    Noone will talk or even care,
    My life on this page laid bare.

  • Frustration

    Things go so well and then you stumble,
    You fall and break, others laugh,
    Eating their cheers, you grow bigger,
    Stronger, faster, smarter,
    Your motivation massive, your heart pounds,
    You feel the need to fight, the need to stand up,
    But what can you do, so helpless!,
    All on your own, nothing surrounds,
    But the others and fear,
    You stay down, don't even try!
    All is yours, but wanted no more,
    You lay there and die.

  • Romance Dead

    Let the eyes flutter,
    Show them your stuff,
    Not another word they will mutter,
    For they have had enough.

    The boys slip away pride less,
    Faith in womanhood, no more,
    Their lifes have turned a mess,
    All down to the world famous whore.

    Glorified tales and tragedies the same,
    Life is dull, romance dead,
    Love little more than a game,
    Marriage something I’ve come to dread.

    Jack strikes at night,
    Takes the weakest and the poor,
    He shines the never-ending light,
    Always left wanting more.

    Bums raid the empty streets,
    Poor boys can never leave,
    Ugly types, nothing more than cheats,
    What can they achieve?

  • No Regrets

    Lovers roll across the floor,
    Eating and eating egos so large,
    Two becomes one in seconds, so quick,
    Come and see, stop and gaze,
    These poor souls will never tick!

    Crashes and falls to the ground,
    She is beaten and bloodied, no less love,
    Envy and pride have tarnished her face,
    I pity her plight, I pity her life,
    Yet she still flaunts, perfect grace.

    This life she has signed up for,
    Biggest mistake yet no regrets,
    Tears fall all day and all night,
    Little more than animals they have become,
    Oh how I pity her plight!

    Black and white, so simple,
    Nothing new, nothing changed,
    Someday insanity will set,
    Ten dead, all injured, nothing left,
    These thoughts will soon lead to death.

  • False

    Creativity is lost, what more can I do,
    Poetry does not flow,
    How can I feel so strange?
    I’ve got my false feelings,
    I’ve got my false friends,
    I feel alone, noone cares,
    Hear the lies, hear the jeers,
    The ‘faggot’ walks and talks so strange,
    Clothes so obscene, so bazzare,
    Change is bad, creativity wrong,
    The scum gather, look the same,
    An army of evil march the streets,
    Purifying the city, cleaning the ‘mess’
    The mess is I and little more,
    Soon I will go or be gone,
    Safety is limited, life dangerous,
    Fuck Cork, fuck Ireland.
    There must be something more.

  • Fools and Fear

    Beaten and raped by the road side,
    Beautiful girl, only fourteen,
    She couldn’t run, she couldn’t hide,
    The worst thing I have ever seen.

    Her blood flows across the sky,
    Culprits in jail forever and more,
    Punishment for them a lie,
    The girl, just another whore.

    Her parents grieve, the nation mourn,
    Locals flock and cry,
    Another crime for them to scorn,
    It’s the day society did die.

    She lays in her coffin, cold and bare,
    Nothing but the wood she’ll ever know,
    Her life now a nightmare,
    Nothing achieved, nothing to show.

    Fools cause the rest of us fear,
    Bright eyes and a menacing walk,
    If you ever see them come near,
    Get away quick, fast as a hawk.

  • Numb

    Nothing interests, nothing saddens,
    I lay numb, little more,
    Death and crime pass by,
    Getting out of bed, a chore.

    Fools gold, simple joys,
    I lack and yearn for less,
    My mind too quick, I think so much,
    About life, love and lust, I’m a mess.

    Lover waits across the shore,
    So patient, so naïve.
    Glances meet, hearts tingle,
    For such feelings, I grieve.

    Who knows, who cares?
    The libertine left rotting in jail,
    Drugs too much for his weak soul,
    Certainty to him I hail

    I sit and think about everything so small,
    Work is shallow, school too dull,
    I need to find myself and more,
    So I can end this tedious lull.

    Thoughts freed on a computer screen,
    Bright light in my tired eyes,
    I cry for reasons unknown,
    Something to shield me from the lies.

  • Billy Bilo

    Billy baby, such a flirt,
    Swings and swaggers and pouts and winks,
    The girls fall, treated like dirt,
    He gets places, forming the links.

    Billy Bilo, lies on the floor,
    All skagged out, little remains,
    Skin and bone and nothing more,
    Life’s lesson, full with his pains.

    Bilo, my lad, you look a state,
    Your hands dirty, pale as a ghost,
    Your foolish choice is your damned fate,
    You are the man I pity most.

    He writes and sings his life away,
    Billy Bilo caught in a haze,
    Cross his path and you will pay,
    His life so complex, a maze.

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