In trembling streets where silent voices plead,
We build our law on dignity — not fear.
Each soul, each breath, a claim to equal need,
Justice whispers soft for all to hear.
When rights stand firm against the tyrant’s reign,
We sow the seeds of trust in broken lands.
No longer bound by chains of grief and pain,
Peacemakers walk with open, healing hands.
In courts and councils, truth begins to bloom,
Where accountability finds its place.
Through shared respect, we clear away the gloom,
And give tomorrow’s dream a human face.
For lasting peace is more than quiet nights —
It lives in rights, in hope, in shared refrain.
When each life matters, wrongs we dare to right,
We forge a world where love prevails again.
They called it stone.
We called it signal.
The Great Pyramid—
not a tomb,
but a beacon,
wired into the pulse of the cosmos.
It stands at Portal 1313,
its apex aligned with the 13th galaxy beyond Andromeda,
where star councils whisper in light.
Its limestone breathes geometry.
Its shadow measures eternity.
Our pineal gland,
once unclouded,
was the antenna—
we spoke to Sirius,
we dreamed with Orion,
we danced across Saturn’s rings
before birth had a name.
The Pyramid was our firewall—
it deflected psychic viruses
from ancient wars in other galaxies.
It shielded Gaia’s mind
like Jupiter catches falling knives
meant for Earth.
You call it dead stone,
but it listens still.
It sings to those who sit in silence.
Its resonance vibrates
with codes only the soul deciphers.
Now, in sleep,
you see flashes.
You dream languages
never taught.
The Wi-Fi still hums,
but only those who fast in spirit,
who breathe in stillness,
can log in.
Yes—
the Pyramid protects,
projects,
connects.
In the Age of Awakening,
it will power us again.
An initiative unforeseen
Supported by the Countess Aberdeen
Motivated several politicians and were
Encouraged to convene
In the year of 1920
When issues were aplenty
Delegates backed the Cork City charter
And elected MacSwiney, our dear martyr
Yet as many were to grieve
Others would also leave
They were faced with a new mandate
Upon founding the Irish Free State
However not everyone was happy
And things got rather scrappy
With views diverging ever-more
Making it hard to keep the score
The dust took a while to settle
And tested our civic institutions’ mettle
Though issues were left unsolved
Causing city councils to be dissolved
New problems were to be addressed
That would get the people rousing
Occupied with public works and housing
Making the managers obsessed.
That’s an oversimplification
For a topic deserving of dilation
An overview of a creation
Being the Municipal Association
She was a country
bewildered by 14 years of decline
Bankrupted Councils
because of public cuts
now face council tax surcharges
The national NHS floundering
the beggars on the street overwhelming
A human face seemed to be bypassed
knife crime out of control
boat refugees thwarted
in hotels
Rwanda a breach of the ECHR
Once there were millions.
Now there are billions.
Once there were kings.
Now there are councils.
Once there was ignorance.
Now knowledge abounds.
Once there was poverty.
Now comfort for most.
Once there was war.
Now there is peace.
Once there were traditions.
Now there are systems.
Our relative power is slipping away.
Even as we all grow greater each day.
8 October 2023
A man of no rank
is free to come and go.
Excluded from the councils of power,
he is not burdened
by the worries of the world.
Like a wild beast
he is ruled by the changing seasons,
and not the changing favor
of the court of public opinion.
Like a wild animal
he is alert to the danger of social intrigue,
preferring the talk of birds
and murmur of brooks
to the gossip and lectures of humankind.
Everywhere he goes
No matter it high or low
There is the dharma.
(first published in my sixth book of poems, OUT OF TIME OUT OF MIND, 2022)
Out of foxhole field and bunkered platoon
a patriot leads the clarion’s blare -
answers his country’s call to arms but soon
duty and honour rise a toll I fear.
Let not councils of God and man restore
the fallen soldier lest he fall again,
or bear the vile frights and alarms of war
and live in knowing he himself has slain.
That his rage of pride no battle increase
when he in fear his mighty weapon wields,
for it is only the dead who find peace
in the battery smoke and killing fields.
Where the Dove flies the Hawk becomes a snare
and death and sacrifice your Cross to Bear!
Written: November 1992
An earthen pathway long forgotten
For many ages left untrodden
A relic not ruined but long forsaken
By dusty feet, this road’s not been taken
Through whispering woods, to ford flowing waters
Across fertile fields, through verdant green valleys
Who can say where it now shall wander
Through lands that wars have split asunder
What memories now will be unspoken
Their secrets forever lie unbroken
Friends’ councils ignored, a warning unheeded
Words spoke in anger to end a nation
Death to the people who once lived and thrived
A people whose rulers clashed and strived
Proud kings to wisdom listened not
Mustered the armies, the battle they fought
Decimation, demise, a people destructed
The sole remnant of which is a road long abandoned
What wages will teach us the cost of our actions
Why must we split into divided factions
A people’s legacy, all that’s left is a road
Remember it well, for we reap what we sowed.
they called Gilbraun Mantrioux
they wanted him to know
what was going on. A smile
came across the face of Gilbraun Mantrioux:
when he heard that the National Independent wrestling
champion had agreed to sign the match.
the promoters had inked the deal.
the fans could prepare, get those ducts in order
and come on down.
they choose the time the place and all sides have come to agreement
ladies and gentlemen we have something special for you
something that people in other places will either envy or
be apart of.
we will have a winner: champion verses champion
to unify the and recognize
the Worlds heavyweight championship.
from the center of the squared circle
under the spotlight these two men will represent there companies pride.
and battle in the main event
to recognize the Independent wrestling councils worlds heavyweight champion
some bodies gonna lose their belt. Schedule your vacations, weddings, that trip to Aunt Frizzles. tell your wife to make up with your girlfreind, and everybody come on down.
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Permission for Music given by
that Damn Music Man.
Copyright date one dose days!
She misted into the bar
and stood blinking in the neon wash
Her gaze meandering
over tribal councils
of youthful conquest and conflicts.
Curled trestles of burnt blonde
hair framed her naivety.
Greenest eyes with hints of jealous dragon scales.
Red satin shirt worshipped her shape
and time stole her space
The murmurs of mirth
and sated thirst
could not daunt my gaze
From a tortured corner
a group of amazonian's
poured over a beer soaked table
a voice chipped the silence
"Susan.over here"
The slightest smile burned upon her face.
She shimmered by my table
to take her place within the gaggle of shadows
Eyes devoured her as she made her way
Unwanted advances spurned
Gigolos and gents rebuked
As the night unfurled my thoughts
could not erase that moment
played and savoured more
Night had stole the night
as orders were refused
Watched her group fit their armour
and re-attach high heels.
In the midst of drunken laughs
and squeals
And as her hand pushed the exit door
I stood and voice pardoned words
"Susan"
her hesitation turned to turn
and unfamiliar eyes met hers
"See you later"
My impertinence produced the slightest grin
and a moment shy of sin
Nowhere now to hide,
Fearing for their hide,
Every time they go for a ride.
Few doors to hide behind,
As open plan puts them one step behind
While governments and councils close their doors and their mind.
Not the right food to get to get them out of the starting block,
For a run around the block,
Should come as no shock.
Have we forgotten that open spaces used to be all outside?
And most windows had trees outside,
With mostly enough hiding places inside.
When our parents had calmed down,
Their frowns turned upside down,
No longer in danger of wearing a set of handcuffs downtown.
Why then are we hot on removing hiding places,
As even big faces sometimes need hiding places,
So we can all live to see other smiling faces.
I have nothing against bricks,
Until you use them in place of concrete and asphalt,
Then the cursing begins.
What have councils and governments got against,
Those with rubber tipped walking sticks,
Those with crook hips,
Those with worn shoe soles,
Not to mention the slow and the old,
In other words, the majority, of the population.
One would think the number of accidents due to slippery bricks,
Would give them cause for thought,
But no, it only increases the likelihood of more brickwork at mall entrances,
And outside pharmacies.
A curse on your bricks I say,
Maybe if the housing shortage continues the problem will solve itself,
And I can lift the bricks,
I mean the curse.
The best of life is waiting for us to enter in
to covenants and promises and cleanliness from sin.
God's gifts to us are many. We see them everyday.
Good friends, a full and joyful life, are treasures
for which we pray.
In faith, we must believe that Jesus is our Lord.
He wants for us Eternal Life. You are cherished
children, treasured and adored.
When we change our heart and soul, doing all we can.
He welcomes us into His arms. This is His Father's plan.
As we repent of broken ties
He binds and mends our wounds.
He was wounded for our sins.
He came here to atone. Christ bids us to follow Him.
He's obedient to the Plan.
He is obedient to His Father.
We must do all we can. Jesus makes up the difference.
He saves us from the loss.
Sin and sorrow can defeat us.
For us, He paid the cost.
Obedience is the answer. In humility we pray.
We change our lives to honor Him.
He councils. We obey.
Sometimes we stray from the path.
But Christ is always near.
His loving voice is calling us.
His warning is always clear.
Return home with honor. Forgive your fellow man.
God will save us from our sins. He sent One who can!
You just can’t trust ‘em,
your best interest ain’t in their best interest
They got Gethsemane garden secrets to sell
Escargot Iscariot is a Sadducee delicacy
that got a fishy smell
Being a fisher of men
is a dangerous occupation
Spiritualizing carnal minds
can put you in a perilous situation
Councils with Roman collaborator desires,
search always for the weak link
Filthy lucre cheese promises
temptingly sniffs out a rat-fink
A gospel life is always in doubt
when you’re being hemmed in by a sellout
Midnight raids,
being secretly led away
Liberty fades,
kangaroo court charade
You just can’t trust a dirty inside man,
your best interest is gonna be usury betrayed
So many Galilee succulent secrets to sell
Escargot Iscariot is a Pharisee delicacy
that got a fishy smell
Fighting against righteous fishers of men,
is gonna put you on a slave boat straight to hell
Being sold out by a sellout
is a winsome sow
that will reap a beautiful reward
Heaven is what every Christian be always talking about
With the quickness ...
unprecedented corporate rise
Fabulous omni-view sky work space,
immune to boardroom gossip sickness
Poker-face negotiator disguise ...
keep the key competition guessing
Do the necessary background homework,
anticipate any proprietary lies
Next gen capitalist with no corruption trace ...
squint the inside of planetary councils
Logic sequencing of managerial decisions,
investors' hugs are a burgeoning dividend embrace
Lawyers love the legal byzantine thickness ...
corner the market on low g orbital gear
Warp expansion of the company's political assets,
explains how a lowly rock hopper ascends with the quickness
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