This is where the beast resides and breathes and eats, mother.
A beast that breaks is called, mother.
Why are you as such, mother?
Am I just a bother?
Your voice booms and scares, mother.
Your words rip and tear at the soul, mother.
Your hand damage and bruise skin, mother.
Your actions shatter and break minds, mother.
Why do you break, mother?
Why? Why cause the pain, mother?
What would you tell my father?
In the beginning nothing,
Only listening and talking.
Then a mutation.
Is it destined for elimination?
Now thinking and doing.
Perhaps not elimination, but procreation?
The talkers imitate but fail to recreate
Now they idolise in excess.
But they fail to recognise successful innovation,
By those with the mutation.
The whole screen filled their eyes, the world drifted by.
They were as silent as the night.
The buttons on the controller clicked and clacked
the noise of the game
crackled from the weary headphones.
They were in another world that they could belong and feel included.
Each task they undertook improved with the press of a button.
No noise could they hear from the outside world,
Only a tap on the shoulder would wake them from their slumber.
The darkness whispers
It makes you shiver
It whispers your name
It’s really not the same
And all the things it says
It stays in your head
You decide to linger
And think even longer
To hear this darkness
Coming from a place without light
Talk softly with pride
It does not srivel and die
You get a chill from sadness
Where the darkness whispers
They say that once you start in secondary it will be the best years of your life
When it’s really an endless cycle of being scared and hopeless
When you talk about it they say “Grow up” or “Get over it”
Your mind starts to wonder
Your head starts to spin
You feel the back of you head go “Hey! Why don’t you give up”
You see the class laughing you think it’s you they see
You see the teachers thinking you are a disappointment
You feel stuck, you feel like no one will help
You feel your breaths get heavier and heavier
You find it hard to get out of bed or to find that motivation
You say “Hey, maybe I will give up”
But you were called to the office
You were asked these questions over and over like “Hey are you o.k?”
Your parents are more worried then ever when you rolled up you sleeves to show those scars
You were sent to see some stranger to talk about your problems
You were taking pills over and over
You start thinking “This can’t be it”
You start to open and your parents start to listen
Your teachers were told “They need your support”
You become happier and brighter
You start achieving things you didn’t think you would achieve
And you finally stop taking those pills
Those pills that made you drowsy and tired
You finally get that freedom you wanted
You say “Hey I’m fine now”
You think he was a king a leader a HERO
But behind the scenes he was the reincarnation of the devil
He broke my people, hung them for HIS sins.
But he’s a hero, cut the crap he planted bombs for children to find
He ruined our heritage took our pride and stiped us from our rights
He is the reason I grew up with knives at my throat
He’s the reason kids grew up without a father
He’s the reason for the death of a race
He killed my people
But he’s a hero?
Women and children fall, men cut down as they stand
Men who fight for their family hung by the neck and left to die
He leaves families to be broken brainwashing children
Telling the world that what he does is right
He hides behind the bodies of his victims
He is worshiped as a GOD but he is nothing more than a murderer and a terrorist
But he is a hero?
He is the hero that steals from the poor
Takes from those who work and give to the lazy
Now ask yourself “is he really a hero?”
Elvis is dead,
I’m stuck in school.
Learning these ‘facts’,
learning the ‘truth’,
if I don’t pass this test ima failure to you.
The pressure, the study, the cheating, the lies,
I’m not a failure in my own eyes.
The effort, the triumph, the failure the pain,
whatever happens it wasn’t in vain.
Life is a journey, you are the train,
make your destination, achieve that fame.
Find what you love don’t be a fool,
hold those things dear it’s your life to rule,
A Troubled Gasp
My troubled mind swirled
Like dancing on knives, my suffering has just begun
Then there was warmth, a sudden relief
When I look at them I feel like I’m allowed to breathe and be
I can be me, with them I feel no grief
With eyes wide open I’m able to see
Happiness is a concept I was never fully able to grasp
Yet with them it’s easy to feel free
I let out a happy gasp
With friends and my one love, who could disagree?
This is where I sit,
This is where the mask comes on,
This is where we learn the rules
Of how i must pretend,
It’s only a means to an end,
This is where I grow bored,
This is were they thrive
But I am left without a hive.
I lost her from him in the moon light
Where I felt nothing but agony, anger and despair
Where I felt lost, alone and forgotten myself
Where I belong with her forever again
Where i finally start to breath and live again
I sit with them the odd time at lunch.
The older fellas who proclaim themselves as the wisest of them all.
Are you really?
I eat a soggy piece of chicken and mash with my knife and fork.
“Coons use their hands to eat , not knifes and forks, i thought you would know different?”
I laugh it off , hiding inside my pain and agony.
Roses are red , violets are blue, am i not human too?
It’s all over,we had lost the war,
My penalty missed had been the final blow to knock the keep gates down.
After that it was slaughter, point after point, death after death.
All because of me.
I couldn’t hold my nerve, hours of practice gone to waste just like that.
I could feel my whole world collapsing around me,
The death stares from my fellow soldiers who had pushed themselves to their limit to hold back the enemy and create gaps in their lines
All for me to fail.
A Lament for Lockdown
What is it with parents who tell us to study
What is it with schools who make us read books and do homework
What is it with adults they tell us its the best years of our life but they expects so much of us
When the world locked down we had some fun but now im back locked back up in this prison again
What is it with everyone they take the fun out of everything
Can we just go back to when the world locked down
When the world lockdowned i was playing xbox
i was on the xbox until the middle of the night
i was not alone i played with my friends
every person in the word struggling with the virus
while i was at home peaceful on the xbox
The worst days
This is where the days last for a lifetime
We never get offered any lifelines
This is where children get turned to mush
This is where games are turned to lessons and the fun is leached out
This is where everyone goes to die
In some ways like the movie life of pie
This is where the adults call school
From the mighty land of mountains of sheep and cattle
from shearing and silage
old men drinking porter and singing songs
a county of tough rebel men
who fought the tans and won our freedom
I come from small club matches
to hope of making it to Croke Park.
This land I come from is lost to the darkness of lies.
This land I come from riddled with greed and flies
This land I come from is lost to the darkness that’s sweeps over it.
This land taught me right from wrong.
Day hot as hell itself nights silent and long
This land I shall reunite as one.
This land is South Africa home of the warriors.