Testing God

We should have let Sean burn down Brackenstown
Because then the priests would be petrified
Of a twelve year old brat child
Who refused the body of Christ


When we’re done with the men
We’re coming for the gods
The saints and evangelicals will be found and then lost


I want to see,
Where do they go when they’re bowed in prayer
Bloody cotton mouths and infrared radars
I need to know
How do you glow out all other flares
The invitation to madness turns crosses square


In the black of the night only greasy glades in my sight
Battery powered words and a badly loaded gun to lead up anything that bites
Scent of the wine
Stenches my mind


When we’re done with the men
We’re coming for the gods
The saints and evangelicals will be killed and then tossed


I want to see,
Where do they go when they’re bowed in prayer
Bloody cotton mouths and infrared radars
I need to know
How do you glow out all other flares
The invitation to madness turns crosses square


Infrared radars pools of blood that we devour
Holes in the moon and comet showers
Pace of something insane
Target on God and barrel on brain

Bastard Blood

Jesus has denied me as my father
Just like my da did when I was thirteen
In my twenties I’m already better
Than what they both could ever possibly be

It hurts them to see me fuck men sideways
Their disappointment drives me deeper into my wild ways
Dirty fights in a war they pledged with me

The bastard blood stains my skin
As I light up the family trees with kerosene
They all look like crucifixes to me

Diabolically against everything they stand for
I grin with our blood staining my teeth
I am everything you’re afraid to be

Ours The Faces (The End Of The World)

I miss my brothers
I haven’t seen them since the end of the world
We survived the diseases, breathed the burning breezes
Now we deal with the end of the world

I miss them dearly, isolated fearing
I hope to see them before the end of the world
Each one a beacon, On my knees, pleading
Can I see them before the end of the world

One final embrace, ours are the faces
The faces of the end of the world
Our lives the last, our eyes the last
All hand in hand, for the end of the world

Marko and Ciaran, it hurts to speak on
I’ll see you at the end of the world
Ellie and Amy, I’ll be waiting
I’ll see you at the end of the world
Paul and Tracey, the ones who made me
I’ll see you at the end of the world
Tilly and Niall, I’m right behind
Together at the end of the world

I’m at the sunset
I’ll see you at the end of the world
Harmonic disturbance, we achieved nothing
I’ll see you at the end, of the world
No god showed, there’s nothing above, nothing below
I’ll see you at the end of the world

I wish for my brothers,
I’ll see you at the end of the world
We had it coming, couldn’t outrun it
I’ll see you at the end of the world
All this for nothing
I’ll see you at the end of the world
We’ll be together, goodbye forever
I’ll see you at the end of the world

Generation carbon
We knew we would be the end of the world
Political freezes, money and underground leeches
I give you the end of the world

Cement will burn, from the heat of the new sun
Misjudged, it’s the end of the world
Suits tried to run, if you breathe, you will burn
Welcome to the end of the world

To my father, and my father’s father
I’ll forgive you at the end of the world
What happens thereafter
We’re at the mercy of the end of the world

Rob and Nicky, love is that tricky
I’ll see you at the end of the world
Cyro and Ness, you hit me the best
I’ll see you at the end of the world
Nadz and Katz, my favourite brats
I’ll see you at the end of the world
Jack and Jay, I’d do anything to save
I’ll see you at the end of the world

I’m at the sunset
I’ll see you at the end of the world
Harmonic disturbance, we achieved nothing
I’ll see you at the end, of the world
No god showed, there’s nothing above, nothing below
I’ll see you at the end of the world

I wish for my brothers
I’ll see you at the end of the world
We had it coming, couldn’t outrun it
I’ll see you at the end of the world
All this for nothing
I’ll see you at the end of the world
We’ll be together, goodbye forever
I’ll see you at the end of the world

Watching the world burn, I see flames in the eyes of Ciaran
Too dry to cry,
When we were younger, I wiped them so many times
Anna’s in shock, still acting strong
Rob’s got my shoulder, we never grew older
Cyro so defeated, a fighter I never thought could be beaten
All of my friends
Skin glowing red
I see them and it’s the end of the world

I’m at the sunset
Cliffside to nothing
Ours are the faces
The faces of the end of the world

Seventeen

I left a lot of nights to blue
Exactly what happened, I’ve never had a clue
See,
Nobody ever really cared about me
Despite how far I went, how dangerously
Into the streets
Myself and me

And all along the roads I never believed in
I came across some nodes, their tips beating
A gang of them, didn’t know their names or meanings
But still said I’d go to lose the evening
Closed all the doors

My pupils wide,
Top me up all night
And would you believe?
I’m only seventeen

We went skipping on train tracks, my nameless friends that
Gave me my youth by removing the child from me
See,
Nobody ever really listened to me,
So I sinned and snuggled into an inner duality
Became two different boys, just for the company
To contrast my crooked reality

All along those roads, he was all I had to know, to believe in
I came across no more than what he was thinking
He countered all of my hopes, so we could pretend we’re dreaming
Went up and low, just to feel it
Closed all the doors

My pupils riot,
Pill poppin’ high
Would you believe?
I’m only seventeen

Seventeen

He says to me
“You’re the greatest you’ll ever be, at seventeen”
His hands are on me,
Because I’m only seventeen
Is it life or a dream?
I’m only seventeen

I’m only seventeen

Instruments for Burial

I think about it often
The tools I will bring
All of my instruments
When I’ve taken my medicine

The last time my skin will feel the sun again
Boxed in for my burial
The close I spent so much hurrying
Love that I kept narrowing

There’ll be lashes of poetry on my skin
To decompose
The paintwork green and thin
Just like Lar’s did
I think about it if and when

What’s left of my innocence
Pages of paper, only my favourites
My within purgatorial
Instruments for burial

Some family pictures, there’s one in particular
The one with my dad always made me so sad, which is familiar
The teddy I held close when I missed Ellie the most, when I was a prisoner
The laugh lines, from Alex and Ciarán, my dearest builders

My treasured green pen, if only to flick
As I walk the endless walk
Which inspires me to think
I’ll need no compass, friend, not even some ink
Just a single bright moment
One to illuminate the brink

These are the tools I will bring
My instruments
And either way
I’ll need to keep my inner child safe
I didn’t get to before the grave
All of his little yesterdays

Better bring with me my faith
Lessons from millions of mistakes
And many miles of shame
Memories so pictorial
These are my Instruments for Burial

The Runner

Everytime I go to figure it out,
I can't help but fuck it up,
When I was a boy, and my da was my da
I learned when to run, and could run, so fast

I had to grow up, never look back
If you rap on my wall, I'd always tap back
But lost are those days, if I could get them back
I'd grab with my hands, one summer to have back

Over the stones that remind me of home

They can't hurt you, not if they can't catch you
Oh I wish that was true, I wish that were true
But I ran away, I'll do it again
Cuts on my leg, creak in my neck

Over the stones that remind me of home

I kept up some skills, maybe its there my mind is
Still just a kid, older, that child is
Still a song writer, still starting fires
Still hyperbad, I guess still a fighter
Still going mad, I've lost and I've tired
Still sprint over sand, over snow, over briar

Over the stones, that remind me of home,
Go

Over the embers of bonfires, over the streets stained with spits of blood
Way in and far, past the way back
Over the rivers that once ran so fast
Over the kid-bones, the dead from my past
Over and over, the lies that last
Over and over
Forever,
- The Runner

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.