You strive everyday, you wish to win away
But you always get caught up in the games they play
Wear you heart upon your sleeve, scream until it’s time to leave
But their attention’s gone, and now it’s time to grieve
You paint somethin’, say somethin’
Write somethin’, play somethin’
But it don’t mean nothin’, means nothin’ to me
Finding that meaning might set you free
You wake up again, pick up another pen
One day maybe you’ll make it, but if not, what happens then?
Maybe you’ll turn to a friend, or keep striving til the end
Cos if you don’t search for meaning life will drive you round the bend

A Billion Feet On Grafton Street

A billion feet
Have walked this street
Each with its tale to tell
The day the empire fell
And how we wished so well
Irish hearts did swell
But this was all before
Their hearts were torn by civil war
Men who had fought side by side
Broke ranks to fight for civic pride
Brothers in arms became brothers denied
And at each other’s hands they died
Another foot could tell of when
The Jews had been denied as men
Treated like animals, or worse still
Vermin to exterminate, rats to kill
Germany became a dominant nation
Hell bent on world domination
The Allies united and tried to fight
America ignored their pitiful plight
Until the Japs’ Kamikazes’ flight
Convinced them they should do what’s right
In doing right, they did wrong
With repercussions that go on
To avenge Pearl Harbour, their rebuke
Was to hit Japan with a nuke
After it all, they built a wall
With consequences far from small
Former allies became fearsome foes
As behind the wall communism grows
The east was shrouded by an Iron Curtain
The war grew cold, that is certain
The race for arms and to the moon
Served to grow the global gloom
All these words spoken by a foot
Who feared the troubles nigh afoot
They began with a movement for civil rights
Discrimination and sectarianism were in the sights
Resistance came from the Paisleyites
Who sought to suppress the nationalist mites
The day that Nelson’s pillar fell
I swear you could’ve heard a bell
The faintest toll for the dead
Who’d die in the Troubles close ahead
In ’66 the UVF declared war
On the IRA, to settle a score
They burned a Catholic pub to the floor
And killed a Protestant living next door
How can you target an enemy around you
When close to them your allies are found too?
How can you call yourselves “Defenders of Ulster”
When killing civilians is part of your culture
John Sullivan was shot as he walked alone
Three men were shot leaving a pub to go home
Four innocents killed who’d done nothing wrong
Killed for the religion to which they belong
In ’68 NICRA marched
For a sip of equality, they were parched
By the UPV they were attacked
Who called to ban marches, and who were backed
Backed by the government, marches were banned
NICRA defied them, and made a stand
The RUC beat them without provocation
RTE aired footage that shocked a nation
And sparked riots in Derry that went on for days
Catholics clashed with constables in an indignant craze
The People’s Democracy march was attacked at Berntollet
With a sectarian savagery that brings bile to my gullet
The RUC rampaged in Belfast’s Bogside
If you were Catholic, you’d nowhere to hide
The RUC’s onslaught got heated and hairy
So they built up barricades and created “Free Derry”
The Unionist Forces bombed water and power plants
“The IRA!” “It was them!” were resounding chants
The people believed it- a Protestant majority-
And lost faith in Prime Minister O’Neill’s authority
The PM resigned, poor old O’Neill
With the rising unrest he couldn’t deal
The Unionists rejoiced, and held Paisley aloft
On the Civil Rights Movement O’Neill had been soft
After that a war broke out
Guerrilla warfare, but a war no doubt
The British Army aggravated
And the IRA retaliated
Twenty-eight years of bombings and blood
Paramilitary groups killing all that they could
The British Army was none the better
Shoot-to-kill orders followed to the letter
The five techniques, internment without trial
Bloody Sunday, both vicious and vile
A peaceful protest exposed to attack
People shot as they ran, right in the back
The IRA’s motives are far from a mystery
Though Unionist atrocities are wiped from history
Only those three letters are remembered maliciously
Though the Unionist Forces campaigned as viciously
An agreement of peace was signed on Good Friday
What a good day it was, hope ahead on life’s highway
But the bombings in Omagh burnt up the clover
Telling us the Troubles may never truly be over
While the troubles all went on
The Cold War warmed across the pond
The Soviets spread their ideology
From Seoul, Korea to Hanoi
The Yanks wouldn’t let them, would they, damn!
So invaded Korea and Vietnam
The first was short without success
How ’bout the second? No need to guess
Vietnam, the never ending war
That of the fabric of American society tore
Soldiers who fought were boys, not men
You could be unborn at the start, killed by the end
Then the disaster of Nine Eleven
I pray for them, who’re now in heaven
But the greatest tragedy was not the towers
Twas the retribution of western powers
Iraq were worst off in the War on Terror
It was they who paid for the Taliban’s error
A hundred thousand civilians died
Americans became terrorists, Iraqis cried
All this horror that those feet told of
Is a drop in the ocean I can’t keep hold of
So many more atrocities and inhuman acts
It would tear out my heart to tell all the facts
Genocide in Palestine, Kosovo, Uganda
Cambodia, Bosnia, and Rwanda
That’s leaving out more than a few
To tell it all I couldn’t do
What a terrible thing to be able to say
Had the twentieth century one peaceful day?
All this told by many feet
Many I will never meet
Of what will our future feet tell
More peaceful times, or further hell?

The March to the Sea

I wandered the streets of Edinburgh alone
I pondered the seats; which is my throne?
I found one under the arch of a tree
A sound one before the march to the sea
It was here that I first let the pain pour out
Without fear that I first refused more doubt
The plight was sure
The visions impure
Blinkered sight took me to the shore
I hung my head o’er a glistening granite wall
The solace of the skyline was present but small
The sun shone down
On the Lord’s renown
Oh, the vibrant blues!
The horizon’s hues
Were brushed with white
They bemoaned the night
The sea shore swelled
But no fears were quelled
I turned my back upon its beauty
Nature couldn’t do its duty
A storm was raging inside my soul
My manliest efforts coul’n’t keep me whole
The waters rained down from my eyes
The seagulls laughed down from dry skies
People passed me, all a blur
Talking, laughing, some demure
I wished one would ask me, just one ask me why,
“Why would you cry, while you look at that sky?”

The Nonsense Rhyme

I’m losing my mind
Cos I cannot find
A no nonsense rhyme
That pitter pat patter
Nah-nah-nah-nah natter
No mind? No matter
It’s all intertwined
No pause or rewind
What’s on in my mind?
Come tune in on Satur’
Watch a baseball batter
Become the mad hatter
Tune in on Frined’s day
Ignore what your mindsay
It’s with words that I play
Don’t tune in on Wednesday
It could be all ends day
I’ve nothing more to say

I’m Everybody’s Bottle

I’m everybody’s bottle
I take the pain, I take the fears
I take the hate, I take the tears
I put them all into the bottle,
and try to stop sentienting
While deep inside it’s all fermenting
Where will I be when the bottle pop?
On my bed or a clifftop?
And how far will the flying foam drop?
Down to the sheets or to the rock?
And which is sure to stop the pain?
Neither one, that is plain

Us (My Sixth Thing)

What is this feeling? Where did it start?
Inside my body; not quite my heart
It tingles through me, not quite love
Hope for it, like promises of above
Who is this girl? Where’d she come from?
The home of the angels? Elysium?
A woman of the world, not quite of this earth
I thank the stars for her blessed birth
Two dark pasts, one bright future
Can I be the white knight? Her suitor?
I feel like she’s still in the grey
Where I’ve come from, I’ll show the way
Is she the one? My sixth thing?
What shall our future bring?
We set off on a voyage together
Expecting sun and stormy weather
I have five down, one to go
Is she the one? I do not know
The five were fine, the five were fixed
Now I’m dreaming of the sixth