Friday 30 March 2012

One last project



As i look at all that I have done
And the work that has come from me
I can hardly believe this year has past
It has flew by you see
I remember starting my course in college
Nerves filled my scared body
I did not know what to expect
I was worried i wouldn’t understand you see
I suppose afraid i wouldn’t get my work correct
The first few weeks were hard
As time went by
So did i the work i had done
Was second to none
Learning about the mind and body
Is a task in itself
No one can teach you these skills
Not even a book on a shelf
I picked it up even tough i was scared
Put pen to paper and the work we shared
As my course is just about finished
And new friends that i have made
Will stay fresh in my mind and life experiences
Of how my life has changed
I understand more about the things around me you see
Looking back i think i am
Looking at a whole new me

Thursday 29 March 2012

What’s on your Mind




No one explain why I feel sad
No one can tell me why I cry
Sometimes I do not
Other days I can not stop

My mind it rolling around in my head
When I go to sleep
I toss and turn until my legs go dead
And my face is red

So I sit up staring at the clock
Wondering could I move the hands along tick tock
The more I look at it the slower it goes by
My eyes are all watery
I don’t know why

Feeling like I can not go out the door
Isolated stranded life is such a bore
I pace up and down the floor
Where a pattern once was
I have worn it out so much you see
From walking up and down

I smoke a cigarette or two just help my nerves
My hands they shake so much
These fags are my only crutch
Wish I could knock them on the head
Smelly and stinking to touch

Some days I feel optimistic
I feel I will get strong
While other days I know I am so wrong
Not able to move myself from my bed
Lying here with thoughts
Running like an express train through my head

If it could send a message it would say
Hope your feeling better today
Not to worry or feel scared
Not to shut myself away
And go and shave my beard

I haven’t washed in days
This is who I have become
Lying in my own upset
Has my tear drops running down my face

I know I will be strong again
I have something no one can take away
My memory of when I was happy and proud
No one can take it away

So for now I will lye here and hope
As I look at this man I once knew
And hope I will meet him again
Then I can have my life back once again


Looking from the outside In




It is amazing how in life you can feel like you do not belong
You may feel awkward, maybe not feel strong
You stand alone lost in the crowd
Head hung low, not standing proud

Others may pass you
They may be loud
This is where you get lost in a cloud
The confusion of where do you fit in

While standing there wondering
You bare it and grin
Looking around for company
Missing out on the chat and the cup of tea

Isolating has filled you bones and your mind
Your perimeters your existence you have left it behind
Turning your back on the critics you see
Your just trying to get by in life

It is like looking through a story of someone elses life
Like looking through the story book
Wondering when it going to be your turn
To stand up and show the world

This is who I am
Your equally as important
Let your voice be heard
Don’t stand in the darkness
Don’t hide away from the light

Show your true colours
Don’t be scared do not fight it
We are all beautiful in our own way
We deserve to have happiness
Not live locked away

Stand tall stand proud
Be the best you can be
Just be yourself and no one else
Let the world see
Your talents and your wonderful smile
Be who you want to be


Friday 23 March 2012

Another chapter from my story

I will show Him Hang on now has there been something happening while we have been gone they soon followed the noise and it soon came to them that they didn’t know everything that happened in the area as they had taught . Well what have we got here said Connor. WELL are ya raging you didn’t know what was happening. Look at you all red faced Connor said the girls. Well it’s not from what you’re saying he shouted out in his Alfa male voice. If you must know I have been training for my race in a few weeks time. Race what race replied his friends, shush he turned to them and said zip it or else go along with me. As he turned Mary was standing there what you mean shush your so sad Connor you know that don’t you. Call me what you like we will see whose sad when you’re done on that stage of a hill of yours we will she replied. As stubborn as each other they were neither would give in. Mary walked away with a smile knowing quiet well she would wipe that smile off Connors face very soon. So the girl’s practice away not paying any attention to the boys silly ways and bad behaviour. Soon parents followed to the field and children too, the excitement was amazing I remember it so well I was excited too even tough I wasn’t in it but maybe I would have my turn some day. But for now I would be happy to just sit there and listen learn and applaud. We all sat waiting for the show to begin and the atmosphere was alive with happiness as there wasn’t much to be happy about with the recession in full swing by now , but his was the girls well everyone’s night and no recession would spoil the way we felt this evening . The girls sang their hearts out and the dancing was brilliant. They covered everything from abba to Madonna one or two songs from a musical was also heard. So much effort was put into this evening and by the end of the night the crowd were on their feet clapping their hearts out. Just for a moment time stood still as if nothing else was happening around everyone and the feeling was good. The lads even were seen joining in and had no other choice as the girls just pulled them from their cosy bums to dancing with them and singing too. So the girls had the last laugh after all and Mary’s face was alive, Connors wasn’t he hiding it well but I seen a glint in his smile and eye that even he couldn’t deny for he caught me looking. Connor was always the hard one sure he had no choice in the matter.

Wednesday 21 March 2012

I Believe it when we meet

Once there was a time When I did not understand I held you close I held your hand Holding onto your every word Trying to make sense of what you said But couldn’t quiet understand These words went over my head You were good at telling stories I didn’t know if you were right or wrong I only knew I loved to listen For your words sounded like a song Your eyes would open wide And actions sprung from your hands It all seemed so real to me Sure I was too young to understand You taught me well I listened close Even tough i knew you the most I could not tell of your sadness inside You were replacing it well by Telling your stories You could hide I wish you could have spoken to someone You could have confided But you were good at smiling through your pain Your pain like rain drops on the window pane Life with out you just is not the same I wish you were here to tell your stories With us once again

A Kings Claim

A king once lived near by He lived in his castle way up high His ginger hair cut neath and tidy His rather large feet would upset you if you could see them He spoke to his crowd He promised change and prosperity I will look after you and make the changes needed I wont take taxes I wont take jobs So the crowd voted him in And followed all his words He smiled through gritted teeth Oh look they believe every word I will get in and make my own stamp I will collect taxes and take over the banks I talk away getting lost in my own words Ah sure I know im away with the butterflies and the birds I promise the parties that are front of me To reassure the public that I can exchange Your freedom and your voice Your valuables and your lives I will take your money for houses you live in I may even tax your wheelie bin If you do not pay I will find a way Of getting your details Maybe even check through your emails Data protection what good is that When the king of the land Wants to take all this vat Sipping his milk wiping his whickers like a cat He cant stop now he has to go on and chat He is making relationships abroad you see And making enemies in his own country Ah sure his own will be fine No jobs no hope no light One thing the people have is their right And are not blind they have excellent sight

Tuesday 20 March 2012

A BROKEN MAN

Rain is falling Thunder roars through the air Lightning flashes through the sky like a glowing orb Make me feel safe take me from the curb I lay here on the street alone No shelter to cover my tired old soul No home to go to, no place to call my own Give me some hope and prosperity Give me a chance to be who i used to be I haven’t always lived this life I once had a family and a wife But life changes so suddenly I wish i could change the past you see I look on as people pass by No even a hello or a goodbye I'm down in the gutter brushed from society Who wants to know me Who wants to talk to me I see a reflection of myself in a puddle I ask myself how did i get myself into this muddle Given a chance i know i could change That seems so funny seems very strange I want to take charge control of my life I want to be the man i was A father and husband to my wife

Friday 16 March 2012

L'homme dans la salle En tant que votre cendre de cigarette a frappé la barre d'état vous me touchez avec un coup d'oeil Je te prends à regarder loin Le sourire sur votre visage Comme nous sommes assis dans ce lieu me remplit d'excitation J'espère que vous n'êtes pas encore une autre déception Le baratin en provenance de vos lèvres Vos ongles parfaits sur le bout des doigts Clean cheveux Neath rasage beaux vêtements que vous portez votre trop beau pour être vrai Il me semble que si rare Pour Trouver quelqu'un whos coche toutes les cases Qui semble l'avoir tous les whos sur la balle Etes-vous mon homme mystère? Ou êtes-vous trop beau pour être vrai? Ai-je voir qui en face de moi? Est-ce le vrai vous? Nous pouvons simplement explorer notre chemin et advienne que pourra être Je vais être franc avec vous si vous êtes avec moi
As i walk through fields of gold The broken ground beneath me Smells of old mould Then a waft of lilac hits my senses A beautiful smell Surrounding me are broken fences Trees brush each other Like an artist brush Wind sings silently So quiet is the air Birds take flight In a rush The sky is blue like a crystal sea My heart feels controlled by all that i see My skin feels soft as the sun shines on me As i sit beneath the old oak tree I can hear the river that flows near by I remember walking past the rocks up high As i pick some wild fruit from the ditch The taste it hit me the flavour so rich No water to wash it Do i worry not i I enjoy it juices It feeds my thirst I know i may of eaten worse I hear the animals in the background I can not see them There no where to be found Picking wild flowers from the wet grassy bank Avoiding the tisles the nettles and all Do not want to get stung I test the water to see if it’s cold Will i hold up my skirt? And walk across it be bold With my shoes in my mouth And my hair held on my face I love this wonderful quiet place My feet are all wet Water drops run along my body It’s soothing and relaxing Against my worn out feet So here i will sit under this old oak tree And write out some of my poetry The day is long as the sun shines down on me What a wonderful way to spend my time Relaxing my body

Broken Fences

As i walk through fields of gold The broken ground beneath me Smells of old mold Then a waft of lilac hits my senses A beautiful smell Surrounding me are broken fences Trees brush each other Like an artist brush Wind sings silently So quiet is the air Birds take flight In a rush The sky is blue like a crystal sea My heart feels controlled by all that i see My skin feels soft as the sun shines on me As i sit beneath the old oak tree I can hear the river that flows near by I remember walking past the rocks up high As i pick some wild fruit from the ditch The taste it hit me the flavor so rich No water to wash it Do i worry not i I enjoy it juices It feeds my thirst I know i may of eaten worse I hear the animals in the background I can not see them there no where to be found Picking wild flowers from the wet grassy bank Avoiding the tisles the nettles and all Do not want to get stung My feet are all wet Water drops run along my body Its soothing and relaxing against my worn out feet I test the water to see if its cold will i hold up my skirt and walk across it be bold with my shoes in my mouth and my hair held on my face I love this wonderful secret place So here i will sit under this old oak tree And write out some of my poetry the day is long as the sun shines down on me What a wonderful way to spend my time Relaxing my body in this quiet place

Wednesday 14 March 2012

Dragon Croí

Dragon Little ag an gcladach farraige NACH CÉN FÁTH A leat teacht ar a fheiceáil dom níos mó? i fanacht agus fanacht ach do aon áit a bheith le feiceáil An bhfuil tú i ndáiríre ansin? nó díreach a aisling Bhí mé ag siúl chomh maith le mo mháthair agus daidí Is cuimhin liom bheith ag mothú go brónach i cant cuimhne cén fáth fhéach mé amach ar an bhfarraige Tá a bhí ag stánadh ceart agat ag dom Na tonnta ar athraíodh a ionad níos dlúithe tú, agus níos gaire dom Mo chroí stop beagnach le excitment Rinne sé freisin bhraitheann dom beagán scary Stop mé i mo footsteps imithe siad sa ghaineamh raibh tú ceart ann i os comhair mo Tá suas ar an snáithe Mo shúile suas dryed agus mo brón iompaithe ar shiúl athraigh tú mo shaol go deo ar an lá áirithe I FAN AGUS FAN ar do shon chun teacht ar ais dtuigeann tú, agus éist liom agus ní mheas mé a thabhairt nó aon Flack dom Feicim tú i mo aisling agus smaointe Do gcónaí ar m'intinn Ach mar a im geting níos sine anois imeacht i do chúl mo cheann mar sin de chuid eile Boy Dragon éasca Is é mo chroí go hiomlán as cruach Tá mé níos láidre anois mar gheall tú Tá a fhios agam go bhfuil tú sin fíor

Tuesday 13 March 2012

My Little Star

Nuair a dhúnadh i mo shúile aon rud ann
Déanaim iarracht a chur in iúl
Na focail nach bhfuil ach
An frustrachas an chaos
Sin swirls thart ar mo intinn
Cant liom a mhíniú cad a cosúil le
Im cinnte i dont miste leat

Déanaim iarracht a thaispeáint mamaí agus daidí cad ba mhaith liom
Níl na focail ann
Tá siad ina gcónaí i éadóchas
Mar a mamaí cíora mo chuid gruaige fada álainn

Whispers sí liom
Tá a fhios agam gur féidir leat a chloisteáil
Beidh mé ag foghlaim agat agus tú ag múineadh
Cad is féidir liom riamh
wont duillín trí mo mhéara
im do lucht leanúna is mó

Thaispeáint tú roinnt pictiúir ar cad is féidir linn a dhéanamh
leanann tú dom agus dom a insint
cad é is féidir liom a dhéanamh
thaispeáint dom cad ba mhaith leat a dhéanamh inniu
ghabháil leat mo lámh agus pointe go dtí an doras
Tá an pictiúr ar an doras

Is féidir liom a chreidiúint éigean do cumarsáid a dhéanamh le mo
Chun smaoineamh uair amháin a bhí ina suí tú ar mo ghlúin
Agus anois tá tú ag fás suas chomh tapaidh agus independantly
do mo mhúinteoir mo dalta réalta agus tú go bhfuil iomlán de shaol mar sin saor in aisce

do shúile daoine eile lena n-áirítear íomhánna a ghabháil dom cant féach
d'fhéadfadh d'intinn a bheith cosúil le kalidascope
ach do oibre agus a fheabhsú ó lá go lá
geting níos fearr an chuid is fearr is féidir leat a bheith
 

Monday 12 March 2012

Coinnigh mo Hand





Ní féidir liom cuimhneamh nuair a chonaic  an chéad 
Is cuimhin liom ach bhí mé sásta go ndearna  mar sin
Bhí mé uaigneach go dtí gur tháinig  isteach i mo shaol
Tháinig  mo chara rún
Tionóladh  mo lámh

Mar a bhí  le mo bréagáin go mbeadh tú a bheith páirteach i
Cabhair liom teacht ar na píosaí de mo puzzles
Rinne tú dom Grin
Mhothaigh  maith go bhfuil tú ann
Ba mhaith linn mo scuab gruaige bábóg

Ba mhaith liom a thabhairt duit i ngach áit liom
Fiú diana bhí mé an ceann amháin a d'fhéadfadh a fheiceann tú
Ní raibh sé ábhar
Raibh muid spraoi agus gáire

Lá amháin bhí muid sa siopa troscáin
Mo mháthair ar a dtugtar orm
Tar anois nach hunny nach stopann
D'iarr mé uirthi fanacht leat chun teacht ró-

Mháthair Poor fhéach orm
Agus d'iarr a thabhairt a?
Mo chara mamaí bhfuil sí anseo liom
Bhí  chomh maithsiamsaíocht sí liom

Bhí a fhios agam ag a aghaidh
D'fhéadfadh  a fheiceáil
Mar sin, d'iarr mé uirthi de bheith i seilbh do lámh
Tástáil chun a cuid sanity

Tionóladh  amach í ar láimh le mo chara
Agus ligeann fógraíodh a guth teacht ar chailíní ligean
An gníomh seo a rinneadh áthas orm
Fiú diana a fhios aici nach raibh sé sin fíor
Ach le haghaidh an nóiméad sin speisialta
Rinne sí áthas orm

Mar tá mé ar ais anois chuig an nóiméad sin in am
N'fheadar cad a rinne a cheapann  liom de
Cad a rinne  meangadh?
Liom buíochas a ghabháil leat as dom chuideachta
Tá súil agam go bhfaigheann mo iníon an deis seo a

Sunday 11 March 2012

Grá A Máithreacha




 A mháthair a linbh láimh ar feadh tamaill
A dhéanann siad iad a gáire
A dhéanann siad iad a aoibh gháire
Iarr siad orthu fanacht go foighneach
Go dtí go bhfuil sé in am a n-tae

 A mháthair a linbh
Ina croí is cuma cén
Fhios acu nuair a roinnt rudaí mícheart
Tá siad é ar an láthair

Beidh Máithreacha éisteacht i gcónaí
Agus is annamh a mheas riamh
Beidh siad a thabhairt duit cuddle dearfach
Féadfaidh siad a thabhairt fiú duit nudge

A nudge sa treo ceart
Má ghlactar le d'ag dul amach rian
Beidh siad ag insint go tapa agus go héifeachtach
Sula nach bhfuil aon bhealach ar ais

Máithreacha rudaí a dhéanamh deas cluthar agus
Gach te agus snugly
A dhéanann siad, dar leat grá agus sona
Mar sin, ábhar agus bubbly

Siad rudaí a shealbhú le chéile
Is féidir Cosúil le aon duine eile

Bealaí an chroí




Nuair a fhaigheann an saol tú síos
Agus is cosúil aon rud ciall a dhéanamh
Reach amach dóibh siúd a bhfuil gá duit
 hang do cheann ar fionraí

Lig dóibh cabhrú leat nuair a bhíonn amanna crua
Oscailt suas do chroí agus d'intinn
Cead a thabhairt dóibh a ngrá leat níos mó
Cead a thabhairt dóibh a bheith go maith agus cineál

I gcónaí aoibh gháire in am an cruatan
Agus caoin in am an brónach
 lig roinnt focail cinn
Scrios an duine atá tú ag

Glacadh do cineáltas agus worthyness
Tá tú an tráchtearra is priceless sa saol
Líon isteach do céimeanna sa saol le cuimhní cinn
Agus réiteach na conairí de do chroí

Lig d'intinn a bheith oscailte
Lig do chuid focal a úsáid béal fhág unspoken
Lig ort féin a bheith agat
Ceadaigh ar fud an domhain agus na daoine a fhios agat

 cúthail ar shiúl ó cad ba mhaith leat
Fháil ar cad é ba mhaith leat i saol
Ná bíodh imní ort faoi rudaí a neamhshuntasach
Bí tú féin amháin éagsúla

Pathways of the heart




When life gets you down
And nothing seems to make sense
Reach out to those who need you
Don’t hang your head in suspense

Let them help you when times are hard
Open up your heart and your mind
Allow them to love you more
Allow them to be good and kind

Always smile in times of hardship
And cry in times of sad
Never let some ones words
Destroy the person who is you

Embrace your kindness and worthyness
You are the most priceless commodity in life
Fill your steps in life with memories
And pave the pathways of your heart

Let your mind be open
Let your mouth use words left unspoken
Let yourself be you
Allow the world and the people to know you

Do not shy away from what you want
Get what it is you want in life
Don’t worry about things that insignificant
Be yourself only different


Thursday 1 March 2012

Why




I wonder why the sky is blue
And why the grass is green
I wonder why the sea is so full
Of fish I have never seen

I wonder why the sunshine’s so brightly
And why the day turns to night
I wonder why the wind sometimes
 Won’t fly my kite

Where do the flowers go in the winter?
When the snow is on the ground
Where do the birds nest for winter?
When I do not hear a sound

Why do the puddles have rainbows?
Reflecting light through them
Why are there colours in the rainbow?
I do wish I could bottle them

Why can’t my teacher talk in English?
She says I never pronounce my words right
But she doesn’t talk clearly enough for me
She shouts and gives me a fright

I ask her answers to my questions
Of a few she can answer so well
I then turn and ask her this one last question
Why do we get so much homework?
Before she has time to give out to me
There goes the bell 

A Mothers Love



A mother holds her child’s hand for a while
They make them laugh
They make them smile
They ask them to wait patiently
Until it is time for their tea

A mother holds her child
In her heart no matter what
They know when some things wrong
They have it on the spot

Mothers will always listen
And rarely ever judge
They will give you a reassuring cuddle
They may even give you a nudge

A nudge in the right direction
If your going off track
They will tell quickly and effectively
Before there is no way back

Mothers make things nice and cosy
All warm and snugly
They make you feel loved and happy
So content and bubbly

They hold things together
Like no one else can
They mould and shape us into who we are
We are their biggest fan