Gemini Loyalty

“I could shapeshift around the slick of a sleeve
And I will be whatever it takes to make you bleed
For within me,
You have a thousand enemies.”

Ultimately single rooted,
Loyalty of Gemini is to be disputed
Until the rivers run red, and the relentless are soothed

A slice of information lost but to the lunatic;
The precision of trust is seldom innocent
Must never, be ever-present

Fundamentally imbruted,
We dispel shadows and dilute them
In our everlasting game of parry, and distribution

Breaking, rules of trick and confusion,
Buried beneath grounds of intrusion
But a plum, among bruises

Constructing spared from the abusive,
A secret sanctuary stashed where truth isn’t
But a proudly swelling plum, among bruises

Mind will brain and tongue will ruin
Any famine, thirst or unwanted pursuing
Our precious plum, among bruises

Leans and writhes between the moving and renewing
Its song a call, battle cry music
Summons the strewing of a cruel undoing
To keep our plum safe, among bruises.

Grace

It tore my heart apart when we fall apart
I was standing in the rain, I was standing somewhere strange
Hit with some pointed epiphany

I know I share too much
And I know I can be a lot
When I’m sitting in the garden
Not sure that I’m around friends
It comes on me all of a sudden
It’s a hot that eats me up
It’s stick, running through my blood
And a kid that’s had enough

Would you save me from who I’ve let myself be?

You know I used to search for pride, in his disappointed eyes
Didn’t know who I was yet, but I was willing to attest
Point me at the hills and I
I’ll come back with hard earned kill

I still, I wish, that I could be the son he saw in me
When he held me to his chest, taking my first breaths
Do you think he loved me then?

I know I share too much
I know I’m tough to love
I gave it all up
Gave up on love
I’m still just a running kid
Out of must

Tell me you’d save me from who I let me be

I’ve turned twenty-three, still not sure what ‘family’ means
I settled my chase, let the answers slip away
Lucky man, whoever they do embrace

I know I share too much
And I know I can be a lot
When I’m drunk in the garden
When I’m deep in dread
It comes on me all of a sudden
White hot it burns me up
It’s a sick that runs through the blood
“He’s a kid”, “he’s seen too much”

Would you save me, from who I’ve let myself be?

Still,
I wish that I could be the son he saw in me
When he held me to his chest, taking my first breaths
I’ve turned twenty three
Hope one day, Da finds something to love about me

I’m still just a running kid
Out of must





Gemini Pain

They are ancient tomes;
Moon and water,
Push and pull,
Yin and yang,
Harmony and discord.

Which bustle and bend within the spirit of the Gemini
Whom all know;
Every mind is a city
And we thirst to reside there;
In all of them, In all of you.
Our behaviour the balance of your mind,
We sway our hands dangerously holding the scales of your sanity,
Effervesce and fix.

You’ll know us in the crowds, by our eyes
Wicked side smile and insipid side step,
Narrowly avoiding what would destroy us-
After feeling the threatening tremble of it’s power,
How we wouldn’t have it any other way,
Pain and pleasure.

Addicted to the taste of our trauma,
We obsess over the identities of secrets,
We speak in whispers and reveal them but in a tongue you won’t understand
Plume and harden.

It’s being made of glass, with a dark past
It’s honey warm eyes, with a cold unbeating heart,
Of speaking code, the yes behind the no,
Of delivering soul, at a cost of everything you know
Hold and dislocate.

The Gemini, must survive in duality;
In constant confliction,
A mind unremittingly broken,
A mind relentlessly constructing.
Disintegrate and redintegrate.

Shred Up

Oh, keep on calling
I left a trail but as a warning
Oh, it’s dawn here
The moon is crimson and I’m torn thin

I chew on Jasmine, I do it all the time
Obey fury, it costs nothing to lie
Burn your bunches fuck your bridges we’re all in line to die

I feel an avalanche sizing up a shift
I feel a thunderstorm between my finger tips
I’m bolting faster than I can re-trip
And I’ve a feeling it’ll all unzip

Seizing on my seismic surrender shrift

I’m riffin’ on it like I’m on my wrists,
I’m rippin’ on it even with my fists
The stinging slits like a kiss
And my palms are sliced to fuckin’ fits
No stitches will fix

Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shredda, Shredda, Shredda
Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shredda, Shredda, Shredda

Oh, keep on calling,
I left a trail, but as a warning
Oh, it’s dawn here
The moon is crimson my wrists are torn thin

I razored my bone wings off my back yeah I did that
I hunted doves in the snow in Alaska
I died in my wedding tux and then brought it back
I lit up a cathedral as a first attack

I’ve got a line or two I think you’d miss
I’ve got a habit that I can’t desist
I’ve got a wound, it needs lips
And I’m a ravager on a rift

Seizing on my seismic surrender shrift

I’m riffin’ on it like I’m on my wrists,
I’m rippin’ on it even with my fists
The stinging slits like a kiss
And my palms are sliced to fuckin’ fits
No stitches will fix

Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shredda, Shredda, Shredda
Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shredda, Shredda, Shredda

(Instrumental)

Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shh-Shredda, Shredda, Shredda
Get-Get-Get-Get-Get-Get up, Get up, Get up

You and I

You and I, have been best friends, forever
Could write a book, more than a song about you
You and I have done everything, together
From climbing trees, and loosing teeth, I’ve had you

You and I, hand in hand, whenever
Our smiles in sync, hearts a-link,
Me and you

You and I, I

You and I,

You and I, I

You and I

You and I, a bond that could not dissever
And matching tattoos, hobbies transfuse with you
You and I, share the pain, share the pressure
From broken bones to broken hearts, I’ve had you

Sixteen, stiff on the scene we laughed hard
High on rooftops and low come the crash drops,
Us two

You and I,

You and I, I

You and I,

You and I, I

You and I, searching ships till forever
Can’t do it solo, wish I could bring you back home
You and I, tumbling through fields, forever
I feel so alone, when we die where do we go?

Where did  you go?

Caillte

Through the thicket of trees that stretched sternly high and bushed out where their length thinned, opened a clearance. The post-storm silver steel sky held onto it’s pressure with a humid stillness that cacophoned in his unconcerned ears. The atmospheric compression built on itself and gravity was weighted.

But the tension trickled and tripped – perhaps poked and penetrated by the tips of the forest – and instead bloated, waist-level from the ground like a bulging bell that almost made him double over. However, he toughed through steps forward from his emergence of the woodlands and moving onwards he divorced this grippling energy and fell onto his own weight, which pounded painfully. Rainwater and sweat stuck to his skin, his face glistened as though he himself was a product of water. 

Globe droplets descended from his flattened hair and landslid down his unaged and addled face. The earthy smell of damp wood surrounded him and seemed to plume even from the loose stones which he trod on barefoot, his feet dirty and bleeding as he walked with a limp. Men were here among the lumber and doorless squares of sturdy stone in the pouring rain and under the godless grey sky they wore tweed caps that only sponged the falling water. With the wrinkles in their hands browned they collected logs and shelved them into the puddling wheelbarrows. Some collected pounds of hay that lost its goldenness under the bleakness of their surroundings. He glimpsed slowly at these men as he bucked through, none paying him any mind. 

Slabs of pillar were slapped up and roofless like a maze that the dwindling men came to and fro and lost themselves within the passageways. Tucked in snuggly between lands of these columns smugly stood a woodlaced church. A crucifix protruded the high porch like a watchful eye and drew him towards the ever open doors. Above, crows choired and circled.


His focus was intercepted when a commonplace figure prodded the pallid quiet of tip tap rain. 

A mhic, an bhfuil tú caillte? Croaked the old man. 

The language confused him.

“No – no thank you.” He gave the man a gracious, slippery handshake and stumbled past, hindering at the front place of the stupendous church. “I’m..I’m looking for my father.” 

Carrying my heavy body up the cobble stair I trip – landing on my knee, drawing rocky breath. I pause, merging my flakes of stamina together. Broken shoots of heather attached to the bare heel of my feet which are also sprinkled with nibs and bits of blackened evergreen surge an ominous tickling sensation. 

I rise, and the birds above detach from their flurries. The hallway to the altar is dotted with tiny aqua square tiles which gleam from thin soakage. There are natural sunken dips where the soft floor has dived from water weight damage. An old smell of frankincense hangs in the cold air with an unusual tinge of chlorine.  

I bow, immediately. Not out of rule, but out of loss. My wrists slob to the holy floor, and I rub them along it, like ploughing through wax.


I rise, water-logged again, so that drips which had newly found me re-home themselves on the ground.

A slight sting in my left eye, I flatly pace closer to an altar that is brightly blinding to examine directly. But it is lifeless, and therefore meaningless to me – I cannot reach there. 

I stop my ascent. I am close to the head wing – the epicentre – the altar. My head forcibly held high and trying, I face it directly and feel an opening within. An emergence of emotion that weakens my stance so that I can no longer anchor myself against the tide. Hot tears move on my already sodden cheeks and I yield – I side slide into a vacant long lined horizontal bench, and I feel even there a wetness through the surface of the clumpy sitwood.  

I decide to take a quick measure of a glance behind me, and notice to my dear apathy an elderly woman with gorgeously lap-styled hair and a gentle green feather slotted through the delicately folded strands seated at the first bench by the entrance. She seems frantic and perhaps wailing as her clenched fists shake in front of her. She is dry, or either she is immune to saturation. Either way, her brief spell of grief does not affect me, I am impermeable. 

Alas, my impassibility is lost as I return my charge towards the altar and pick from my neck skin a handcrafted beadwork of rosemary. In my hand it is beaten – no doubt from the shipwreck that thrashed and bashed me against those trees and threw me into a ravaging storm that needed to be battled, to be passed. 

Tears glide. My hands clasp in prayer. “Ár n’Athair..”

HeartBeat

I think you’re made of paper art, stuffed with stars, and I felt fall through, right through, the middle part

I landed on your cage, right away, I felt a quake, a double thump, thud thud, like twin waves

Rhyme became mine in time, the pulses aligned, entwined

I spend my life by the drum, try to reproduce the thump
I spend my life by the drum, try to steer the beat
I spend my life beating my feet I’m trying to reproduce the heartbeat

Ooh I’ve got the Jones, corrupt my mind and Ooh I’m letting slow, poison my life

Where’s the drum now? I can’t hear a sound
There’s hollow where there was thunder cloud
I can’t hear a sound

The ground became still, tame, tranquil, when before it would drill, did I take my pep pill?

I jumped on the floor, implore an encore, motionless – what for?! I need the uproar

Rhyme had become mine in time, the pulses aligned, entwined, ’till you disinclined

I spend my life by the drum, try to reproduce the thump
I spend my life by the drum, try to hear the beat
I spend my life beating my feet I’m trying to reproduce the heartbeat

Ooh I’ve got the Jones, memory wiping and Ooh I’m letting slow, made of ice

Where’s the drum now? I can’t hear a sound
There’s hollow where there was thunder cloud
I can’t hear a sound

I don’t know where to go with no pulse flow to follow empty space to navigate my headspace, no pace

I need that direction, that by-line, that sign – that signal that told me you’re alright

3:1

some sort of leer I got
moths attracted to rot
the damaged and our drawing flair
disproportionary beacons of beware

i am forgiving, it’s my nature
i said hey sir it’s nice to meet ya
he took my hand and i was aware he had it

where is your past? i am water against it
tip toeing the train tracks, i will venture back
caught on thick weeds, witness horror in the dark
the secrets they keep, the victims they reap, if not us they seek, the stainless they will streak

he asked me about my p’s and q’s, there are names and enemies
i said there is paper in pools, pirates on the pacific
where there is water we may drown, on air we depend
we have began, now await our end

‘fools fear the future’ yet we run from what has been done, what is to become will have already been done oh for some, it will be done

release the fractures within, deliver me
i have lost, i am giving in
rap my bones with rope or keep me alight
tell my mam i was ready to die
we are given just enough time

i really wanna talk about it, i need someone to talk about it, can we talk about it
i’m petrified

get off me, i wept
you’re going to kill me, i’d fret
i was not conscious, my heart so heavyset
and the other broke my heart
And he broke my heart