Sunday, June 27, 2010

State of Hate

‘We are Us because we are not Them.’
imbued like a battle cry on your children
already tainted from their innocence
by the constant chatter of those twin evils
Religion and Nationality

Wall away the Them as if they
were rats in a Joseph Goebbels film
unclean – untouchable
divided by false culture and chance
does the irony of your actions escape you?

‘They are our enemy.’
you call out to a tired world
as the images of children throwing stones at
tanks flickers across the eye in a background
conflict justified by hate alone is just hate

Thursday, June 24, 2010

What to do

I want to start a second novel now that I've completed the 1st draft of
Warworld part I, but I'm torn between 3 choices: write a
parallel-future political novel (which I concieved years ago), write a second War World book, or do what I actully want to and write a fantasy-fiction-comedy and be accused of copy my writing hero Doulas Adams...? What to do!

Monday, June 21, 2010

Short Story

Currently Writing a short story for competition titled 'The Beautiful People'
based on my reading on Plato's Republic, something similar has been done before
but I'm hoping to find a new twist to make it my own.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Drogheda Fringe 2010 Pics

Poetry Winner Dixie coming up for his award, SJ tunning up for his gig and myself giving it loads as guest poet

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Mass Rock Loch Crew

The mark of suffering cut into your flesh
slowly healing
vanishing under the tearful rain
the swings and round-a-bouts of sectarianism
bigotry and undiluted hate
made you
carved you
a hidden place of worship for an Eastern prophet
among the tombs of older softly whispered gods
despite your Latin tongue
despite your violent birth
you are now part of this temple
this folly to Man’s hope of immortality
false idols and faith die here
side by side
become memories
wonders for an out-of-breath journeyman

Behind Fore Priory

Enveloped into the hillside
invisible from the roadside
almost as natural as the earth herself
the grave of a never-to-be-known soul
a pregnant bump in a green sea
in the shadow of Fore Priory tower

Tears were once shed for you
laments in lost tongue sung for you
time will dissolve you into dirt
my words will only delay the flow
all we think of as immortal will
join you in the great flood of death