Life Never Seen

I wait for that life
that I've never seen
where my mind is at peace,
content and serene
the longer I go on,
seems less likely to be
the life that I wish
where I could be free

toil and torment
can make a good man
builds strong character,
learn alone to stand
but the days often come
when enough seems enough
my knees they do buckle,
learn I'm not truly tough

Idealism of youth
is fettered by chains
while the world beats you down
with their bit and their reigns
and soon the young stallion
so vibrant with life
is subdued to a cart
then the old knackers knife

I take in my lot
and sometimes I suppose
that much has been set on,
but there's much I have chose
and at every crossroad
I now second guess
in my wanting for more
I end up with less

for life is of beauty
but life also denies
obstructed by others,
tainted by lies
emotional promises
sown but not reaped
abandoning the faith
the first allowed us to leap

Like a ship out of water
or fish laid on the land
our hopes and potential
dries up on the sand
raked over by rain
and baked dry by the sun
we weather the storms
but never leave where we're from

I wait for that life
that I've never seen
where my mind is at peace,
content and serene
how long I'll go on,
by Christ I don't know
for it all leaves me parched,
turns to dust and then blows

The more I feel empty
The more I do strive
And focus on living
But forget being alive
the walls they close in
the bulkheads are bare
And I'm left here wondering
Left wondering why the hell I should care

I dream for that life
that I've never seen
where it all makes sense,
not so bloody obscene
but the longer I go on,
seems less likely to be
the life that I wish
where I could be free

Lit

Wind washes through
the willows weeping
starry skies
sees I'm not sleeping
all around
the bushes creeping
moonlit eyes
motionless, peeping,
I envision you
and of tomorrow
thinking thoughts
of time we borrow
and how so much life
ends in sorrow
teary eyes,
brows bent furrow
while I ponder
this a while
memories of you
still make me smile
even if life seems
some days a pile
of blood and guts,
shite and bile,
I know that
when we boil it down
it's better to be
in passions drowned
than to rot
above the ground
amidst the beauty
all around
for life's adventure
made of folly
despite tragedy,
Frida and the trolley,
the poverty
of Dublin's Molly
soldier killed
by booby trapped dolly,
try we do
to gain a sight
on blackened skies
to see the light
it can leave us
full of spite,
if we bow down,
spirits take flight
and that is why
I think on you
for the hope I feel
when upon I do
Through the dark
you pull me through
with tender words
or in me arse your shoe
I pray you are
safely asleep
amidst the whish
of willows weep
and pray that
in your heart you keep
a place for me
where I can sleep
regardless of what
the morrow brings
to me you've
given many things
a greater wealth
than any king's
lighter than
an angel's wing
sweeter than the song
a siren sings
Wind washes through
the willows weeping
starry skies
sees I'm not sleeping
all around
the bushes creeping
moonlit eyes
motionless, peeping,
I envision you
taking flight, my sorrow
no thinking thoughts
of time we borrow
and how so much life
could end tomorrow
reddened eyes,
the graves we furrow
while I ponder
this a while
memories of you
still make me smile
these memories
make me smile
as I embrace them
for a while
as I embrace them
for a while.