Do you dream in black and white, as the bogie man drags you under the bed?

And when you wake up covered in a cold sweat, can you remember what you did,

Did you cry out for your mother, like you used to do when you were a child?

As he pulled you kicking towards the black window, him…

October winds cut to the bone, this night all souls will rise and roam,

We keep our candles burning bright, to guide them home on this dark night,

The windows rattle the doors creak; old ghosts walk the tiny streets,

But tonight they have not come alone; something else has come to…

Oh sleep where have you gone? Why will you not come here?

Then just when I feel you close, I get an elbow in the ear,

Turn then on my side and once more try to relax,

Just about to doze off, here comes the knee in the back.…

What happened to the twenty year old, slim trim and carefree

Who is this person standing in the mirror, staring back at me?

I am only forty, for Christ’s sake, but this body I do not recognize…

That last cigarette

Farewell old friends, as once again, you find yourselves in the bin,

Already I…

Watchers

The heather covers Brandon hill, in a flaming purple haze,

An impish figure with big green eyes, sits with a smile upon his…

Have you ever stepped under a rainbow, or spent days walking all alone,

Watched the mighty eagle soar high above, as it finds its way back home,

Listened to the whispering of the trees, telling their secrets of long ago,

Try to see your future in the dying embers, as the flames are getting low.

Would you ride a stallion pure and graceful, beside an ocean dark and deep,

And dance with the spirits of your ancestors, to ancient music as you sleep,

Swim beside the…

I met him one night in a drunken haze, down a dark alley having a smoke,

He stepped out of the shadows and asked for a light, a sad looking sort of bloke,

In between the swearing and spitting on the ground, he started to sing a song,

His words cut me straight to the bone, and then I asked him where he came from.

I am the product he says; of generations of fools, of wise men and skillful liars,

Of brave men and women that died for a cause, stirred up by political…

 Down here we whisper to each other, our bodies a pile of twisted broken bones,

Our souls crying out for justice in the darkness, our only crime was to be born,

Ireland of our faithful Fathers and Mothers, our religion our guidance and our light,

How we shamed you by our mere existence, dirty little secrets to be kept out of sight.

Your own flesh and blood excommunicated, to serve those that may look over your fence,

Then all the lies and cover up stories, never once…