I walked the path to the end
When I got there
came back through the grass
Leaving a trail, for you to follow
So that you would not suffer the twists and turns
For the grass is greener than the reality
I walked the path to the end
When I got there
came back through the grass
Leaving a trail, for you to follow
So that you would not suffer the twists and turns
For the grass is greener than the reality
O Dublin, you fair city
Cobbled streets, bounce beneath our feet
Carrying old souls and young dreamers
Arthur Guinness, your pearly gates
How you taught us, what’s worth a wait
You are your people, not your place
Beckett, Behan, Wilde and Yeats
You’ve worn many a different face
Stephens Green to College Green
All the change you must have seen
Your flower sellers see it all
On Grafton, where they’ve pitched their stall
Conversation carried on the breeze
From Poolbeg towers to the Liberties
There’s not a spot where strangers seat
For we’re all friends, who’ve yet to meet
Your tribes spread both North and South
Whisper your name from their mouth
Singing songs, chanting rhymes
Fond new memories, rare auld times
Where would we even start
You’ve carved your name in all our hearts
From Ballymore to Dublin Bay
The Liffey carries dreams away
Dublin, all of this to say, I may be gone tomorrow, but I’m here today
Created in the flow of lava
I am volcanic, suddenly changed
hardened, un-igneous, different
Metamorphosised – Metamorphic
The flowers still bloom
Where they were planted – years before
Her green thumbprint all over
Garden of Eden in urban wasteland
Her calloused hands are tired
Unable for the digging of the earth
The tackling of bramble and brush
She is confined to house and home
Yet – when the sun comes
Clouds lift, unveiling her children
Watcher from the window
Mother of all beauty in nature
A rose tree ascends to heaven
Grown of her blood, her sweat
Flowering year after year
Something living – after life
My heart is my limit
I can’t control who’s in it
My mind is my limit
When Terrible thoughts slip in it
My hands are my limit
They wander when I’m not looking
My legs are my limit
It’s like they’re never working
My back is my limit
It breaks at thought of moving
My pride is my limit
When I am facing defeat
My soul is my limit
It seems I will never be free
O, theres love and pain
triumph and defeat
everything’s your limit
when your mad at the world
and everyone in it
He is Son, Brother, Husband.
He is Selfish, Lazy, Hopeless.
He is Unequal, Unworthy.
He is Complicit in the silence.
He is working to be better.
He is hopeful for the future.
She is Mother, Sister, Wife
She is Outspoken, Fearless
She is Supportive, Loving, Caring.
She is more than she seems.
She is Light in Darkness.
She is Pillar of Perfection.
They are Interwined, Connected.
They are Unequal parts of the sum.
They are Nothing and everything.
They are Sharing broken paths.
They are Breaking broken moulds.
They are in this together.
You run along rivers
I flow in unison with.
Seeing you there,
Searching for bridges.
Stopped on overrun riverbank.
Deep water pulls me in.
Enticing me, streaming whispers
Torn apart by expanse,
Chasing notions of love.
Stepping stones in my mind,
Used to bring us close.
We dance through cold nights
until bracing morning comes
waking us from delusion
River slows to meandering pace
Revealing bashed, unbroken bridge
I dare not cross this distance
for love lives on in memory.
Across unmoving stones on wild rivers
They wait to be tread upon
Revealing lost wonders.
We were young lovers
Whispering sweet nothings
In a rush — worried about the end
Never living in the moment
I don’t know when we drifted
Suddenly untethered — floating
Struggling to get back — to you – to us
The world watched on as we failed
I think of you — more than myself
In the whistle of the wind
The stains on the wood counter
Deteriorated — like you said
Broken down over time
We treated it right
Sanded — Varnished — Polished
Still — it could not survive
If it had been marble
in its pristine beauty
We’d have been deceived
Until the day it shattered
From the cracks – we could never fix
There was a moment — Before I fell
Still standing — Now in blackout
Plummeting towards the floor
My mind wanders off
Fearing the impact
Transported to childhood memories
Leaning forward chairs
On a precipice — Close to tragedy
There was safety then,
Hands to hold me back from the edge
I am older now — in freefall.
Aiming for some soft ground
Hoping to stick the landing
I want to stand in busy streets.
Where unfamiliar faces meet.
Feel the rush, as they pass.
In their hurry, Moving fast
You would think it commonplace,
To see each entire face.
Nowadays that’s quite a task
As every face wears a mask
Take me back before it started,
When life was not for broken hearted.
Theres places to see, people to be
Every soul aching — Can I be free?
We are at the beginnings and end.
Of the same circle, my friend.
The earth will fall at your feet
The we can fill — every.empty.street.