A mind at Ease

Hours and hours of going insane
For the sins of Saturday pickled my brain
I chewed my face off and smoked like a train
Sunday morning coming down again

So the only solution to the Sunday low
Was a trip to the bar and low and behold
After an hour my blues had past
It’s amazing what you’ll find at the bottom of a glass

My head still mangled on Monday, no mind
It’s times like this, I can’t think and it’s bliss
Of the every day worries and the every day piss
My mamma never told me, there’d be days like this

sadness lingers

Oh why oh why is my head so bare?
Moments of excitement and happiness so rare
Makes me wonder how I ever smiled at all
No sense of purpose I’ve never felt worse

Once again I’m not up nor am I down
No excuse no reason to falter or frown
I’m afraid for myself, if I can’t turn it round
This wave shall claim me and I’ll end up drown

I’m choking on nothing, which is me right now
I’ll have to do something, soon somehow
But I’ve got no ideas, in this head so bare
Moments of excitement and happiness so rare

This week….

I am sure things will get better
No need for me to write that letter
Shedding tears for family and friends
For the sake of them, I’ll make amends

But I just don’t feel much for myself
I think so much, it's bad for my health
It’s a waste and I see it’s a sin
So little good coming from within

That’s me, done
My race, run
Feels like, dark
There’s no, spark

I can’t describe the intensity of this hollow
Feelings that do no good, they feed and swallow
Me, and I’m done, no solution, no problem
To see and to resolve and simply solve them

I think I know better…

Love may be real, but not as I saw it
A soul mate’s so rare, so simply it’s bull shit.
It’s a question of need, and I need love.
But nothing is destined preset or determined.


Romance and fantasy, but a doorway to misery
Disappointment likely, I found out the hard way.
It’s all about chance and time, the state of your heart.
Time is everything, lead by emotions from finish to start.


Love is a science, but still can be wonderful
With two lives entwined, entwinned and magical
Honesty can’t come instantly, instead it is earned
That’s why pain pulses each time you get burned.


You can give yourself openly, yet they’ll never take in
Those feelings and heartbeats that throb from within.
No matter what the moment tells you, whatever you crave
You win some you lose some, fortune favours the brave.


Just don’t get hung up on the love that you feel
Just moments and needs make it all seem real
Love leaves you open to get slashed sliced and diced
But it’s the most fantastic feeling when it turns out quite nice.

not finnished, as usual

There once was a man from Belfast
who never could make a smile last
woriried way to much, felt down on his luck
and as for the future, didnt matter a fuck.

Even though he new it as fact
He felt crippled when he new he should act
instead he got stoned off his head or pissed
until he realized the things he had missed