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Hear You Speak

I want nothing more
Than to hear you speak
If not daily
Then once a week

On the phone 
Or face to face
I just want

to hear you say
Hey how are you?
I've missed you so much!
What have you been up to?
Shall we grab lunch?

It would mean a great deal
As I have missed so much
And I tried to reach out 
But I've not had much luck

I got so sad
About this whole situation 
I'm taking myself
Off on a vacation 

But I'd so much prefer
To be somewhere with you
Let's walk in the park
And go to the zoo

So if you're reading this
I hope you know 
There's a you shaped whole
Left in my soul.

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I Ploughed Myself Into a Hazy Dream

I ploughed myself into a hazy dream 
The depths of which I dared not leave 
I did not then but now I see 
The truths that stand before me 

A cathartic cause that they undertook 
That echos through the ages 
Stories told by mystic men
Of queens and kings and sages 

It’s time too pay the devils due 
The pain inside me rages 
I wrote my death into a book 
It’s found within these pages

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My Friend Michael

When a was just a wee lad,
When I was a young boy,
I had a friend called Michael 
We played soldiers with our toys. 

Michael he was Protestant, 
And I was Catholic born,
There was divide between us
But friendship we had sworn,
"Don't be friends with them,
They are all the devils scum"
Said the lads at my school
They didn't like my chum.

Because of this I left a friend,
Never thought I'd see again,
Until I came face to face,
With Michael at a fence.
Now Michaels face was covered,
But I could see it in his eyes,
My presence in the Belfast streets,
Had Caught him with surprise.
As I'd embraced a rebels life 
He'd joined the RUC,
And as we stood in Belfast's streets
His gun he aimed at me. 
Michael, please remember, 
we were once great friends,
We've known each other all our life
This isn't how it ends...

I'm sad to say this story 
Is probably not alone
In friendships that were frozen
So hate could take the throne.
Enemies were once friends
But now we are all alone
In this empty graveyard, just a box full of bones.

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Confident Girl

She's got good confidence 
that young girl
But she does not see 
her self worth
She thinks her body 
is her greatest asset 
But she's wrong
And she'll get past it
As she grows
She soon will know
Her heart and soul 
Are worth more than gold.

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My Son

Come out with me tomorrow
And do the things we said we'd do 
Let me make my words have a little truth 
Empty promises I said I'd keep
And days of waiting past
Let me show you my little son 
The world I think is mad

There's reasons I didn't take you
When I set off from home 
How could I bring a sons corpse back filled with broken bones
War it is a scary thing and my son I pray for you
I hope that in your life time, about war you have no clue
Fire blood and violence 
And natives always die 
But by my own sons graveside I said I'd never lie 
And that's the reason my young boy why you stayed at home
As your pappy and the other men stood next to old Wolfe Tone.
ONE THOUSAND YEARS OF FIGHTING
And still there will come more
This Ireland we all fight for better be worth the war
I've seen families torn apart
And old women cry 
All in the name of freedom
And a clear silent night.

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A Short Tribute To Death

In war we must die
And just like that I
Took my last breath
Embraced my death 
And closed my old weary eyes

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The Classy Man

The classy mans not rich,
The classy mans not poor, 
The classy man knows his place
Opening that door;
He doesn't wear a suit
Or even drive a car 
But the classy mans a good man 
Cause he'll walk you through that park;
He smiles as he walks past
He offers you a grin
And if that glass is empty
He'll offer you some gin;
He even goes out walking
And tries to find the poor
He'll offer them some food to eat
And brings clothes out for them all;
Now when you see the classy man
Make sure you stop and say
Thank you for your good deeds 
I hope you stay this way. 
Not that he needs to hear
Any compliments from you
Because the classy mans a good man,
And It could be me and you!

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Psychedelic Author

I’m a unique specimen, 
made of mescaline and ketamine. 
And the last living resident,
of an intergalactic settlement.
Burnt to the ground,
by time travelling middlemen.
I came with the cannon, 
aiming only to try and bury them.
And when I aim for their president,
I will not miss my friend. 
Now I’ve done the job, 
I will disappear again. 
Like the last living remanence,
of a long forgotten culture.
Disappeared too quickly,
picked at by the vultures. 
Bones into dust,
Picked up by the wind.
And we never knew the story,
cause we’re never taught a thing.
Meet the psychedelic poet,
trying to live stoic.
He’s earmarked for death,
and he doesn’t even know it. 
I’ve met alcoholic authors,
with bongs in their hands.
Staring out of the windows, 
cause they’re awfully prang.
I remember nights doing pipes,
but now my mind is sober. 
But eternally restless,
seeking some final closure.
The makeshift king,
searching for the evidence.
I am seeking refuge 
And my mind needs the medicine.

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The Rising

100 years ago
On a foggy Easter morn 
I saw some men with guns 
marching in the dawn
I followed the to Dublin town 
Upto the GPO,
I thought they would rob it 
But they let civilians go
WE PROCLAIM A REPUBLIC 
I heard one man cry
I knew these were martyrs 
For Ireland'sake they died. 

Not only at the GPO, 
But across this lovely land
There were many people of '16
Who gladly took that stand.
Men women and children 
all played their part. 
Today we say thank you,
 let the rebel music start!

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An open eye; it see's me cry.
A broken soul; that let's me go
day by day, as time flies by,
my dreams, my hope's, they seem to die.
all is lost, and time flies by,
my dreams my hopes they've all but died.
but I say to you today
please dont leave me, dont go away.
your love is life to my dying soul,
how I wish we grow old, 
together forever you and me
its how I long my life to be.