I was born in Arbour hill were I played at the window sill by the cobble stone streets where all my pals would meet to exchange toys –after all boys will be boys. sometimes we would hea...

As I find myself alone in a desol… impending doom I feel no hatred towards his perme… He is following his belief in all… I can do nothing except but to wai…

They were two clever bastards who didn’t play games shunning the hypo racy of horses for courses . going their own way loving what they had only living for each other not caring about t...

Swish swash goes the jaw waiting for the hooded claw. Cowering beneath a paper pile Listening to gombeen men utter meaningless bile

You buy paintings hang them up and never give them a second look. Can I wake you now and help you with your heart fishing dear. I’m not planning to take you for granted. You read my ...

Billy has new tinternet friends al… Si bunion and her legion of trophy… Whats the new agenda for the day… Now that you have a shiny new toy Deeper and deeper in you go mergin…

Before the birds awaken my slumber The sound of canon fire roaring li… Milly and Sean and the neighbour… We hide in a cubbyhole away from t… English accents are all abound as…

Vast empty spaces water drained an… A seagull flaps in the wind The funnels of hypocrisy let an a… A young boy searches for cockles w… Trains go by too and forth