little bunny, the mountain troll

little bunny, the mountain troll by Alan Joyce

It’s funny when i think of bunny that little mountain troll
the only thing he every wanted was to go inside his hole.
he’d stand outside he’d walk around that magic mystic hole
but go inside he never do, he knows hes not a mole

Bunny was an always will be full of sparkle and surprise
he’d always play a good old game and dressed in a disguise
for all of this and many more than
off his head was more than often

little bunny his name was Jenkin, ran around but couldn’t tinkle
bladder full he had to deliver, leg got jittery and he started shivering
down the hole he look with glee
and down he went inside to wee.

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Victim

Victim by Alan Joyce

Hard pressed wall cornered shoulder to the floor
shutout and repressed, never understood at all.
falling and failing, frightened prevailing.
why the bitter torment when your always right?

stood your ground but shot down rebelled for
your soul, captured and withdrawn save yourself
the world is against you! everybody hates you!
you are a victim, its time to let go.

have you said that to destroy me? are you aiming at my head?
are you everything inside me, that stays with me in bed?
when your eyes close do you think of me after what you done?
i think of all the things you’ve said hurts more than a gun.

followed by a light, a shadow follows too
closeness always backs off, can i trust you?
you tell me that you know me, but you know its not true
cause everyone’s a victim you always follow suite.

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Head Ache

Head Ache by Alan Joyce

Inside my head lives an incredible mysterious force far greater in
presence and power than a bolt of fork lightning directly aimed and
concentrated to the top of the finest needle point.

take a glimpse inside ones own mind sometime,

stop, now listen.hear anything profound.

I’d say no. listen when the silence happens there’s a voice,
there’s a child there. listen closer. a child wanting to play, wanting
to be loved,wanting to dance and sing and shout and jump about and
climb them trees and catch them bees.

For its your child which calls
out to you.a child which you forgot along the adult highway the one
way street of concrete where societies rules cause conflicts for
your own-self belief. the innocence you once portrayed denied society
said no, quiet now.mustn’t cry out loud, mustn’t run around, must
always obey the law failing isn’t right always stand upright,keep you
head up high touch and reach for the sky.

Where did you go sweet child?
never run never hide, come back out to play its safe outside now
societies just an illusion i prayed it went away. Jesus told me to come
get you, you been missed too long. hold my hand and run and play, jump
and sing today’s a new day.your love can be felt from everywhere i turn
your loved..you can’t escape, don’t hide yourself, step up step in to
you.bring yourself the gift of love for you deserve it. its your
birthright its something we forget but its something we all have.
something inside that can not be taken from us.

The gift to love oneself. stop take a listen what do you hear.

hear the voice hear the play.

hear the love,

feel the love,

embrace the love.

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lb

lb by ALAN JOYCE

In her eyes, In her hair.
She’s the one standing there
Her long hair cant cut no more

If it so then i will never love again.
In my head i cant see,
but i can hear the sound of love
from the emptiness inside.

For to be as one is to understand.

the end.

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The magic of Jack Daniels

The magic of Jack Daniels by Alan Joyce

It was the best of times it was the worst of times, and all along my
gut did glide a dark golden liquid so wet and wild. Through my veins
the happiness flew inside my brain the darkness grew.

Outside my eyes lay a beautiful
site another bottle of sauce sealed up tight. With the blink of my eye
and a twist of my thumb i opened her up for bit sweet fun.

Down she went, like a dirty girl would do, down down inside when to stop i always knew. It wasn’t long till darkness fell the minds so fresh and the brain cells swell. Pelican flies around the room the ceilings high inside my womb.

Around and around the people dance inside there all burning but no one takes the chance. Dancing in the darkness the emptiness fills with bitter happiness once more its time to face the dance floor.

Pounding goes the beat inside the mind blinded only by the light the
alcohol resides to a secret place as the body shines and moves like
water in ways that only Daniel can make do. A shiny head and wasted wallet is what brings us back down from our trip to magic land.

So remember as we shed are fears there’s always others that can make
reality a better place so indulge yourself before the emptiness grows
and swallows you whole.

its fun to drink and fun dance like a funky chicken never
underestimate the power of jack!

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