Beatnix, Heretics & Holy Show Masqueraders

The following is a poetry compilation of how I see the world, the people I have met and the system we are all part of.

Modern Prayer 

Subscribed to your soul

 long before cold nights in Cobh

I hope Your still on your tiptoes 

 dancing with me when we get old

You've got that rip roaring wisdom 

  Id have to drop the act 

When You've given me new direction 

 You've brought my joy back 

I've been born under a wandering light

 You've borrowed heavens guidance 

It shines through your eyes

 shines brightest kissing you goodbye

There will be no better love 

 I keep love like ours reserved for our daughters and sons 

You make me feel like the smartest man in the world  

You let me talk about my music and you listen to every Word 

So I Spoke privately with your God above 

He said write the modern prayer for the woman yi love 

Your religious and I love you for that 

 I hope you never let go of my hand 

I could of been for more for you

 and you’d look me in the eyes and say "Sean that’s not true!"

Your everything to me and right when I needed you to be 

Let's see where we are, when are and how we are when we get there 

I love that I have someone to make big of the smallest adventures 

It's been you since the "Hi, I've never been in this bar before" 

 I started to think "Well, maybe this is her" 

But I'll come back to that later

 right now it’s we’re back at "Hi how are you my name is Sean" 

you've been waiting in this bar for me all along 

And since you've believed in me there's more gained 

 than what's been lost 

It All started to make sense 

 When moving to montreal 

Learning to live with myself and it just so happens that you were there as well 

You are unequivocally perfect for me 

You've given me all you could give me 

So I decided to find god like I knew I should and they told me 

 Write the modern prayer for the woman you love 

And what could of been treachery for us 

You helped make an opportunity for us 

You came to Ireland no fuss

You said I’ll be with you wherever because that’s enough 

Your the greatest thing to happen to natural beauty since 

Sunlight broke through dark skies 

I hope that when you hear this for the first time

 it doesn’t come as a surprise 

That I wrote the modern prayer for the woman I love.

How’s your head?

How’s your head?

Were you reminded to smile 

When someone said hello while while walking by

Because you were showing signs of being stuck in a time 

We condition what’s within us 

To fit us in with the terms and conditions 

Of what’s around us 

And this is none of my business 

But how’s your home?

Often it sets the standard of how we speak to ourselves 

When we’re alone, dealing with anxiety, being overwhelmed and how we talk ourselves down

It’s not just mental strength 

It’s mental fitness

Enduring over long distances 

So I’ll ask again, 

   How's your head? 

Have you become your own best company?

Turn the table become well able 

Take it out and walk it around

Watch your tone when talking to yourself 

Vile Maxim II

We the declamatory few 

The declamatory select 

Tired cries of ill-effect 

Dirt under the fingernails 

The butt of a cigarette 

Well and truly licked 

Flicked

And stood on

By a boot worn by the system 

Keep your leaders of 16 buried 

Although we may miss them 

We cannot learn from history this time 

27th of February 2017

Three minutes to eleven 

Woman stands at the door of the MQI

I glance while walking by 

She’s bickering 

Its raining 

A volunteer lunges through her bag 

In tow stands her daughter drenched 

Of about five or six

In school uniform 

It wasn’t lunch hour 

It wasn’t a half day

It wasn’t mid term 

The young face depicting 

A lesson she had just learned 

That no school could teach her 

How to survive 

Her story won't be a equation to be learned

A formula to be studied 

Nor her solitude found on an ordnance map

Instead ink on a notepad 

Praying her remedy to birth 

From this onlookers interpretation

A golden egg 

A gift from a soulless system 

Resenting the poetry it spawns 

Old Ireland dead and gone

Dug from O’Leary’s grave 

Left sitting with the pennies in the cup 

This is not the country I want

When a child’s future is not bright 

Asking myself where will she sleep tonight

So paint the town the colours of injustice 

Our governments conscious insanity 

A Dail infested with dicks 

Providing for privileged pricks

Cock fights with headless chickens 

Guaranteed a seat if you pay admittance 

Trying to keep our pain congealed

Can they not see we want the 8th repealed 

We refusing this social rinsing 

From this westernisation 

Locally or a Top Trump nation 

You will not close our mental 

So call us Islam

So call us a nigger

So call us a paky 

We are the minority 

To this money hungry majority 

Paupers 

To the king currency 

We the declamatory few 

The most uncleansed

We, The Great UnWashed. 

Rudimentary Pieces 

What's the most valuable you got 

this past christmas?

Was it a list present situations 

experienced by the children?

Of packages that flew through houses,

Blew brick & bone to sand. 

How high will the bodies pile 

to build the views of a holy land?

What's the most valuable you got 

this past christmas?

Wide lens forensic, captures land sectioned 

seeped through into sepsis. 

Land obliterated, wasted, how do you feel about mass graves?

somehow opinion changes.

When did religion decide that 

child mortality is advantageous?

What's the most valuable you got

this past christmas? 

What comes of children's accosted youth? 

How can they be bombed behind partition walls? 

Broken through international law  

and you do not know who to blame?

See the story from behind the visuals 

and proportions set the frame.

What's the most valuable you got 

this passed christmas? 

What will you do with the land 

now that you have it?

Does your Colonial altruism make it difficult for you

to define what a terrorist is?

Murdering innocent children born into delusional optimism 

   Won't make us forget 

how rudimentary peace is. 

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How long have you been away now?

How long have you been gone?

Is it too early to tell if you'll ever come home

I should of asked this earlier 

Maybe it's too late 

Will you be home for christmas 

God, wouldn't that be great 

Your first christmas as an uncle 

My first grandchild and your first niece 

God she's a dote 

And brings your father such peace 

If anything happens to him I'll spend it on my own 

Sorry I didn't call mam,Sorry I didn't phone 

The time difference and all that-It's alright son I know 

Another Christmas away from home 

Do you have any idea if you'll stay 

Well Yes in sense and no in a way

Its Yes with an if and No with a but 

If I could come home in the morning believe me I would 

Hold on your father wants to speak to yi

Whatever your there to see, you haven't seen it yet

That's what we tell ourselves 

You have more of don't opportunity then we ever had-

I don't say this often or ever But I love you dad

Anyway here's your mother 

Nothing has changed your father still as stubborn 

There’s not much difference 

Although we will never fill the emptiness 

Anyway I’ll let you go, no time to waste 

You know we love you and don’t worry we’ll wait

WHAT MADE YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH WORDS?

What made you fall in love with words?

Was it The finicky phonetics of his stories 

Fizzbags down be the fizzin baths 

Did you hear of Such n Such from there abouts 

Was it the pittering pattern in the speech 

Between Breath and cackle the sweetest sounds would breach

Sounds like Donnycarney, Kitty kiernans & Mrs.cummins

And all of a sudden, Everything was worth hearing 

I can still see you waving goodbye, wide smile square glasses

With strength that could choke the air

Like a flying column of Collins Avenue 

Especially when you got your wheelchair 

Near the end I couldn't tell if everything you said made sense

But now I know what it meant 

To be left with only your words to write a poem 

For another chance to listen

And as you’d say, me oul Segotia

It'll be nice when it's finished 

UNIFIED

Maybe there's a new flag

Or Cavan town is the capital city

This Island is not a monolith of its history 

But together we could bank on a future with a 

wealth of possibilities

Maybe what those of us home and abroad 

Have missed all along 

Is that our country's real beauty 

comes from protecting all communities 

Evoking trust comes from everyone here

all at once 

Prioritising the Island of us 

Come to harbour home truths that true harmony 

Comes from open hearts regardless of identity

If we see the sense that unity is a shared independence

then Together we can both end this sentence

Without an apostrophe or hyphenation

Just people under one flag in a unified nation

Time

Since first Atoms 

I saw your light for all its particles 

At first stars 

The subatomic stripped bear 

Why does an idea so bright 

now seem less clear 

Once we pendulate

To eventually centre

Treehouse harmony 

For us to be together

Everything to be said 

Every minute listened too 

Time spent 

Was time gained with you 

And on goes time 

Too late to be indifferent 

Too obvious to not to be a witness

I thought time would make me forget

it’s just made me imagine 

Missing what I felt we could of had 

When Time was passing 

Your Essence precedes existence 

Like a lesion proceeds bleeding 

Your heresy competes with reason

Is there no Civility in season?

Time loses with persistence 

So I've become a devout moralist 

As the paper veil singes 

I Don't try too hard to make up for what I'm missing

Is That all there is to a fire? 

No particular design 

But engulfs on all sides

compressed sense of pressured gains 

Time and time again

Gained at a bargain rate 

Our time was an impression on Nature

A phase in creation 

You ambushed my plentiful focus 

limited my consideration 

As we see 

Breakdowns can often be timely 

Time is superfluous.

And the cigarettes didn't satisfy me. 

If by this time you've bypassed

our past times Unequivocally

two feet fell first & fell short 

Of any change to afford 

The luxury of time

Unexpected value of space & its virtue 

Bask in the seasons of our disengagement 

From the valleys of neptune 

Times passed & Im older

Time changes from one sense of the universe to another 

We had our time- not all the time- but it was every time 

Nightclubs- dance floors- doorways- bus stops 

Clothes off- clothes on- sometimes, every time

This day- next day- sometimes all day 

Sat down- stood up- On Fire- On time

Thunderstorm every night- black sky- flash of light-

Hearts sore- down pours- every night- Most Times

This TIme, tongue tied- Time flies

Water

I was found with the slip 

On the ruff & rumble 

Caught with the two bit twist 

& I'm down for the tumble 

Laid flat - broad of me back

Now considering the rain

I had and I'm glad

That I absorbed everything

If hope was a mountain 

the sun has set on my side 

I feel pointless 

and empty inside 

Well? Can I ever be

Well as I’ve ever been

This Lasting sentence 

Just Trying to make sense of it 

Work that thump out your face 

& get up off your back 

Whatever you thought you had 

Well, the greater the lack 

There was I, Duck running 

Boardwalk & sickly 

And I remember thinking 

Nothing prettier than I high liffey 

Wipe the blood from my nose 

Jump in the taxi home 

How not to be in control 

Peace resides in being present 

The current 

don’t let it drown you 

Be willing to be merciless 

But willing to let go 

Water can be deep 

And I’ve hit incredible lows

So I was found with the slip 

& I was On the ruff & rumble 

Caught with the two bit twist 

& I'm down for the tumble 

Let go & you'll float 

Life is art 

don't attempt to decipher the brush strokes

I’ve been where you’ve been

I've sat on the beach at night and begged myself to walk in 

I've found myself circling back in the shoes I had walked in 

This is 

the Fundamentals of introspection

I stopped the conspiracies and became a sceptic 

So I could be realistic about my depression 

The Forest

Walking through a forest backwards 

Trying to get to the otherside 

Manoeuvring through what's inside 

You'll always be flying blind 

All I see now is 

       what should already be forgotten about 

But you keep bits 

     To try find your way back 

Art deconstructs the past 

    To create the future 

Dreams are a cascade 

    For your madness to nurture 

It's been two months and ten lives since i haven't been a sensationalist 

Allow yourself to take that first step 

To stay stagnant is to prove inhuman

I hope solace is sooner than the general sense of soon is 

Soon life will win me over 

I'll be given life. more sense of the word than ever 

But soon is never next 

Soon after the next 

But not ever next after next 

But soon in a general sense 

And so soon happens quick 

And soon should of been next 

Soon came and went 

Because you never took that first step

Intercept the introspection 

When life coincides with living 

And not just being alive 

fundamental property is given

To Live here 

And to stay livin 

There’s a 1000 reasons to give up on things but only one to start 

It’s easy to forget where you're going when your focused on the past 

I believe every step is a good step

Doing nothing is good enough start to doing something 

Hold on to reason while momentums in motion

Swim upstream of the perpetual notions

I believe in a god

Not one were used to 

But the one that's in me and you

Everything comes through your roots 

Your intensity, your complexity 

Your averages and intelligence 

It's been two months and ten lives since i haven't been a sensationalist

For my next act I present a step in the right direction

For my next step Ill act in the presence of my direction 

In a cruel coincidence of taking a step in any direction is that

What I know, pales in comparison to what I don’t 

But i'm walking through a forest backwards 

There’s automatic schools of thought 

       try to find your next step and try not to fall 

There’s two steps in moving forward

           where you are and where you're going

Beauty in not in admiration its in evolution 

Passion is an ecosystem 

And we’re in circulation 

Nothing is more guaranteed 

How often I’m wrong am about things 

But I couldn’t be more certain 

That life lives not in ambiguity but revolves in a circle 

Even these barricades have been through the rings of time

Even shadows exist when the sun shines 

To give context to the shade

There’s bumps and bruises 

But Boughs break in conclusion 

Of intrusive nature in collision 

With every step your taking

On course for redirection

A dream incarnation

And I’ll work to walk through a forest backwards 

Until blue in the face and long in the tooth 

Just walk a while to find your way through