Secrets can't be shared
No one can ever tell them
With suspicions they are paired
Slips of paper in the Golem

Raise the dead, you might regret it
Feet of clay can turn to dust
There will be a final debit
And pay for it you must

But man is man, and he must know
What he can and cannot do
Though the wind begins to blow
He adds the two and two

Plans must work, but often fail
Sometimes, they just don't work out
But the thought, it will prevail
In his ravaged mind, it shouts

Tide

The tide turns
And begins pounding the shore
Persistent eroding
Harder and faster
The uncontrollable force
Breaking down the defence
Constant corroding
Faster and harder

The tide turns
And retreats its brutal attack
Erasing its resistance
Softer and slower
The monstrosity recoils
Leaving its destruction
For another day
Slower and softer

I feel my insides churn
You have the upper-hand
Leaving me vulnerable
Upon the blood soaked sand

Shut Up Sometime

Some people talk too much
never shut up
and never listen

Words like rain continue to fall from their lips
a door that can't be closed
and a wooden idol that can't be heard

Shut up sometime
make the world a better place
and stop tuning out knowledge

Listen to the words of your love
shut your trap
and free the peace

THE PRAYER OF MY EVERY DAY.

In life, everything eventually has its end.

Waiting on the inevitable
To drop a hand full of soil
On my dear mothers grave,
When it happens
I feel somewhere deep
It will also be the end of me

Please let life
Continue to flow
Through her veins
The thought of her
Being encased in a lifeless grave
Takes some of my life away

I want to learn how to purr
release the sound from deep below
the one caught somewhere in my throat
a voice I have but it’s hidden, remote.

It seems my desire has no cure
so I search my voice that you will know
what I’m feeling when my senses float
find passion’s scream I wish to emote.

I know it’s there when my senses blur
a lustful emotion I long to share
beautiful songs I have never written
purring love, I’m your soulful kitten.

Loreli

On my wedding day
I hope that I can say
That love has found me in my cave
And brought me out without a cane

When my child’s bourn
I hope we won’t mourn
This love will shroud it from pain
We will raise it above the rain

As I hold your hand
As I hold your hand
We could take our stand
As love leads the way

On the day I die
Don’t wonder why
This love has brought me from the dark
It will raise me to make my mark

Troubles

You are now entering
free Derry where blood
spat the streets our
kindred deceased
another score to add
to the tally

Hand it back, give it back
We might forgive, but we'll never forget
The violent riots, the murderous ways
Or the hostile attacks

What scars remain on
the graves of pain, never
tamed those freedom
fighters famed, without a
voice the slaughtered choice

Ostracized from quietism
a renegade unafraid, traveling
back along the track that you
have laid.

Interfering as you thrall
not to loose a brawl
What fires would implode
your omniscient demeanor.

The complications of perceptions
my thoughts through your eyes
taking five to summarize.

The unforgiving inch loathing the
unending mile, bleeding lesions
the slow death of your reasons,
what understanding to implore.

On a dark night
With snowy clouds
Dancing round
My windowpane.
I sat all by myself.

I heard a sound
Just out front
That made me bolt
Right to my door

The sound I heard
Was crushing snow
Nevertheless, who could it be?
When it was cold
Out there

I slowly crept
And put one eye
On my peep hole
To my surprise
There was a vagabond
Just outside

I thought,
What if I opened
My door
Will fear scare
Us both
What the hell
It is Christmas Eve

When does the end begin?
A child is born,
The blink of an eye
Taken at a ripe old age
The end is with you
From the start.