The Smashed Façade …the institutionalized stupor of the clambering classes… …those grabbing goons who sell their souls and sense of decency for tainted fortune, see no further than the growing, groaning noses upon their painted faces. They revel in disintegrating conscience as their tattered morals flap wildly in the gusts that tumble […]
Paying Lip Service to Decency Superficial democracy, Specious freedoms, Packaged in materialism And wrapped in choking ribbons Of accumulating debt; Presented to a gullible populace Blinded by sinister concessions To the worst excesses Of the Human Condition. A.D.
Dun Day I sat upon an Autumn day, where brown envelops green and thought on clouds, both white and grey that reflected then my dreams. But answers, still elusive, swayed in secret through my mind, with hollow sound in echoes played to cast a beat behind. So stranded then, in mottled glar ‘neath […]
Time’s Insidious Dreams Tick…tock… Bump… bump… I touch the walls to feel them stretch and give. I sense the muffled sounds, the rhythmic thump, thump, around, all around. Here I am. Now I am…able…to hear. Tick…tock… To sway. To stumble. To fall. Not far. Tenaciously tearing at cushions. Calling for more. Shouting no. […]
Survivor’s Creed …the souls beyond despondency hollowed to Hell’s Standard that causes a collapse of function into temporary oblivion to re-boot, re-ignite, replenish the will… …the echoes of ethereal laughter bound along the emptied space of phantom halls; footfalls dance and skitter across recycled time, inconsequential in face of imagination and mind; the […]
This piece of verse comments upon the major occurrences of the poet’s life. It moves in a cryptic manner through global events coming to rest upon the tragedies that marked his life more fully than the others. “The Ten” refers to the Irish hunger strikers who were martyred in the H-block protests of 1981. […]
Institutional I spied the dais on which he stood so hued in elevation, Dispensing words upon the meek, there bowed in supplication And thought of what that platform meant, though slyly did it stay, Propelling up loquacious threats of pain on Judgement Day. His head threw back in confidence, he sought to educate […]
Upon realising there is no escaping the truth A filthy river trundles on, its greasy skin I see As a sun shines forth on an empty morn To rise the cursed in front of me. Plastic bags from branches dangle, The fruit of progress blooms, I watch, As shaken wretches stir from slumber Soiled […]
Cheques and Balances Something’s not right, correct, proper, It feels offset and out of order; As I reach for my receipt from painted nails A painted smile spits goodbye as off I go. My designer shoes feel light and soft But still not right, Yet I can’t find what ails my mind. I’ve […]
The Mystic’s Recollection By Fionn’s table, the Traveller sat In dreams, though not his own To gaze below on a tortured land Of brick and barn and bone, Where he thought sad thoughts, It was all he had, A burden carried sore That anchored deep The days passed by When afflicted cried ‘no more’. […]
Summary from a Dark Place The patchwork sky is undecided, hold or release Trees wait patiently, and shuffle in anticipation Troubled minions flit and fight, almost oblivious As the World turns Unabated The wireless whispers that which I already know Miles from here Strong clammy stained hands clutch at life Steal it away The […]
The Transmutation, from Patriotism to Capitalism The Empire’s dead, the Empire lives, the borders now on ledgers; the flags removed, the anthems shunned for ditties, logos, branded fun. The Empire’s dead, the Empire thrives, to feed on promise to wasted lives. A.D.
Rebel Voice 