The Hooker

A dark and busy town at night, 

A hooker stands by the street light. 

A child at home alone in bed,

Can’t tell when last he was fed. 
A hooded man, a flash of grey, 

One swift movement, a fine red spray. 

No money, all in vain,

A child in bed, alone in pain 

The materials that we long for,

The children with their bloodied coats,

Their shadows that we ignore.
Choose this life despite the pain,

And all the alcohol soaked stains. 

Tomorrow’s just another day 

The Girl in Heaven

The girl that died and went to heaven, had lied to me I’m certain.

For she swore her love was tougher than times, and crimes that went unspoken.

And here she lies, a somber rest, this, oh I detest, how she lied and upon her breast,

I placed a blade, and here she stays, away from all the rest.

All those men who once again, forgot that she existed.

For in their minds she was mine, and so she was cremated.


From grief of loss, the stone with moss, I placed my hand upon.

She loved this stone, she would come alone, and she’d sit until dawn.

But my sweet pet, she did not fret, always so carefree.

For still her love, I hear from above, she never loved me wholly.

Those other men that made her grin, a smile pretty like a dove.

Oh, but I love, and in love with her love, but she’s above, help me.


And I can see, if she’d dream of me, I’d be oh so happy,

But these men, I count again, the girl, she had three.

My Reality (The Lovers part II)

When we first met, I felt my heart stop.

I never dreamt it possible to find someone like you.

You had blond hair, with a pink fringe.

So short and slim and pale. I was in love.


You spoke to me, let me in. I fell for you instantly.

My heart stops when I think of you,

Only to beat again when I’m with you.


But it is not uncommon for me,

To slaughter the innocent,

In an attempt to feel something real.

But you, you are all that’s real.




Read part I here

Two Young Hearts

Two young hearts in love were joined,

His and hers forever tied,

Too young to work, they went their way,

Now he comes here everyday.

The place their lips collided first,

Betrayed by his blue eyes they burst.

Screams fill the cold night air,

Wondering did she ever care.

He turns to leave and there she stands.

Another man now in her arms.

He feels his heart ripped from his chest,

Is this the place she brought the rest?

Anger fills his aching lungs,

As he loses control  and screams,

With desperation as he watches,

His true love love her new love

And he knows he will never,

Have another love.

Two Old Friends (TBT)

“Heya Jasper” comes the soft, harsh voice.

Jasper barks in response.

Jasper’s fur moves with the old mans hand.

Brown patchy skin on a man with a five day beard.

He sits on the ground

in his 5 layers of clothes.

The ceiling, brightly lit.

A clear night, he smells of relief.

The man lies down, holding his friend.

Drifting away, he shuts his eyes.

The dog is awake, the mans protector.

He keeps gaurd, watching.

Little does the little dog know,

The man will not Wake

(I decided to repost this considering all the talk that’s going on here in Ireland over the homeless after a homeless man died in Dublin. It’s a poem I wrote a while back)