Firhouse is Gone – by Alan Joyce

Kavanagh echos through corridors of closed doors
Transition students sitting on cold floors so bored
Geeney on the intercom where is that radiator bandit?
Joyce smirks from a behind a quiet face smart kid.

Class began, windows a jar chalkboard  wiped fresh
Books out pages with torn edges on all fours
Miss bates high strung tail gated home works all done.
Boyle telling tales of baking cakes and eating pie.

Mr Mac painting pictures from his head winter has come
Tales of students passed and all their fun
Time they stayed in toe or they’d of  learned none
Learn there lesson and move on  many have done.

Struggle to survive in heat, we had exams the pressure of it all
Passed or failed we knew. Some didn’t make the distance through.
Some passed,  Some passed on in other ways.
Difference did it make? To make mistake and take a chance.

Growing when we left, upwards only now. Seeing as it was.
Its funny when we know. School for what it was doesn’t have a mold
Smartness is rewarded and taken on board, new heights are achieved.
Many stories to be told many other stories still unfold.

Sitting in their staff roof drinking cups of tea,
Principle gets excited as its not Alcohol free.
No wonder he’s telling stories. No wonder hes on the COM.
He’s drinking jack and water and the day has just begun.

Who burst the balloons she said, “Balloons you may be thinking but balloons you never had,
cause it wasn’t my intention to make you get this mad,”
“what balloons” I say “clearly your mistaken
I wasn’t even in that room so how could i partake in.”

Yes you did, you have been seen. It was you that burst them.
Your always playing games. With what did you use?  it is you to blame.
What was the motive that made you see it through?
“Clearly your mistaken and  you cant prove me wrong.”

I’m giving you detention, “I wont be attending unless I’m getting head.”
Sit down and shut your faces cant stop now I must disgrace yeas…..
And northern as the lights did shine another one who supped the wine.
Great adventure and stories never told from within passed on by.

The End

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Incontrovertible by Alan joyce

Incontrovertible

It’s been here for so, so, very long.
It’s as plain as the writing on the page.
It’s been starring you in the face.
It’s nothing to be feared.

Its in the past and its quiet.
It doesn’t need a cover.
It doesn’t need to hide.
It is honesty profound.

It’s enemy is darkness.
It’s enemy is lies.
It’s wrapped up in abundance
Yet its rare its spoken wise

Fear has it hidden.
Corruption hides its well.
It eventually is unearthed.
The Truth we know it well.

The End

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Now

Fresh, clean, unadulterated, unseen, untouched or addressed time just ticks on,
present and a ware, awake only for a min, leaves fall from branches on higher ground.

moral aspects of consciousness, dims the pure light, the world will spin on.
Formed molecules take shape always present never seen,
bounded by limitless imagination time just ticks on present and a ware,

forces beyond yesterdays let downs and mistakes.
control there is not, chaos is the theory that knows no end.
clarity is in each breath.

A blue ocean vast in present is dwarfed in time from space and distant moons the suns bright yellow,
red, burning brightly, shinning constantly, never stopping to take in the now, time just
ticks on present and a ware.

Outer space is a mere light year away or the blink of your eye, Standing present now,
connected to mind only by thoughts, connected to life only by force.
Only once in this game for life although limitless in stature is body limited
not mind like time it just ticks on present and a ware.

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The black smoke – by Alan Joyce

The black smoke

Commotion outside, dare not take to window,
men on streets i here, roar of mechanical machines.
doors splinter, cries of old and new.

Tears fill, emotional torment,
dire straits, confusion.
need it be we go, safe it is to stay.

packed bags heaved slowly awaiting carraige.
Packed loaded locked and hot,
better place its said.

journey long tensions high,
sweat drips from head, nights cold,
wheels squeel to a hault.

sunrise fog covers distant buildings,
grass with morning dew,
separate families go, new suits dont keep me warm.

hair no longer long. triple beds with shaven head windows none.
strong men fall to beatings unseen,
toilets laid in solid floor one by one.

Running games each day were played iron fence to keep us safe,
work we did. skinny were we, tremble and weak.
taken a many to doctor yet never seen again.

No shoes, no socks, no food all’s lost man found face down in water troff.
Men with SS stamped in there arms shouting fear in to our ears tears fall once more.
father is gone now, im all alone.

summers breeze after winters end,
a cool shower we go to wash are heads.
many men are here right now no windows one door.

its cold, i don’t feel to great, shower heads are silent.
lights turned off and people are shouting were scared.
roof top opens and glimpse of man with mask appears.

like pepper from a canister dust it falls along with cans.
its horrific as we inhale particles of poison burning as i no longer can inhale,
death is not pleasant.

many souls watch as there bodies freeze and die.
a watchman through the peephole not a tear in his eye.

taken are our bodies, shaved Are our heads.
Gold is extracted from our teeth,
fire it burn burning now, black smoke bellows upward in the sky.

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THE START – By Alan Joyce

THE START

In the beginning,

Wind it swept, harassing clouds.

Rain it fell, on to the ground.

Grasses green they grew.

Life, lived animals too.

Wind whistled, the sun shined through.

Water washed, waves of blue.

Earth of brown, sea a cyan shade.

Rainbows wide, summers breeze,

Colours of all man kind.

Crazy time, inner earth spins.

Molten bubbles erupting.

Ice melting, Rocks grind.

Lava spurts from deep inside.

Earth Heaves and settles slow.

Magnetic forces from below.

Compression, heat, chemicals, shiny specs are born.

Dormant lay tormented souls not yet formed.

History has begun a story will be told.

Evolution and slowly watch the cogs turn.

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PARALYZED – by Alan Joyce

PARALYZED

What does it mean when we are stuck?

When we think were out of luck?

Our options are decreasing, or so that it appears.

That wonders have ceased and thoughts have lead to fear.

What does it mean when we are stuck?

When we think said too much?

Are instinctive voice tells untruth.

That Paralyze are very gut.

What does it mean when we are stuck

When we think life just sucks

Are mind it plays a dangerous game

For some it lends to being deranged.

What does it mean when we are stuck
When all around starts to rust
Are views are now tainted
Are eye begin to crust.

What does it mean when we are stuck
Our limbs solid our mindsets fucked
Stand up and be counted
Before you turn back to dust

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I am – by Alan Joyce

Poem:  I am

Everything our minds desire thoughts so fast they are catch on fire.
Static charged in harmony with energy and living things.

Connections made that always were distant fades amidst the fear.
I’m seeing all around me the consciousness of life the effervescent tablets like a breath of air at night.

Seeing is believing seeking answers too, dreaming of reality no point it’s all come through.
A finger points a way too where I need to go a stomach makes decisions which counter acts the flow.

Connected In the matrix just light one big light bulb, powers going to fade now its time to reboot

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little man – by Alan Joyce

Poem: little man
by Alan J

Who are you?
I am you know, I’m sallow skinned I’m chocolate brown I’m all the colours to be found, fair headed soul or black like coal,

I’m all these things, I’m the  life force which is so great,
the epicenter of all existence.

You exist because I need you.
I exist because I am you.
Do you watch me sleeping?
Am I in your mind?
Your running round in circles oh now you stop and hide.
Conceited and remorseful I hate because  I can.
I envy all your living just to show I am.

I’m never really needed, I tell you to your face,
I’ve told you that right now express depress undress the rest be the one that’s best.

Music never quietens me, no matter what you think. I’m inside every part of you each molecule so deep.
Your always causing conflict shut up for just one night Ive told you once before that this shit just ain’t right.

Your not me but you use me, just like a parasite I cling in to your memory the past that’s locked up tight.
You hurt when I am bleeding I laugh when you cry, your one fucked up animal you want me just to die. I know what to call you, but it’s just a name. You think that it’s rational to make me go insane.

The voices in your head get louder day by day I’m screaming in your fucking ear I think I’m bleeding now.
What do you want me for I fully understand all you ever put us through was always f’n planned.

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The Endless Day – By Alan Joyce

The Endless Day – By Alan Joyce

The moon tonight is full and shinning brightly
All along the path did shine like a walkway to heaven
lit only by the shine of the moon on the frosty path,

I’ve seen in my eyes a glaze that I’m not familiar with this evening
A crazy glazed expression, sad my heart heaves with low shallow breath,
Pounding is the blood in my veins,
Trembling is the pulsating throb of life giving blood the echos through empty soul.

The near sight of the end is never far from my mind.
When alone this path it must be, forgive me mother i may pass with no honor on this cold night.
Step forward in to the waters touch,
Embrace for no sooner has the quietness come the faint distant sound of bubbles popping slowly diminish and expelled the last drop of air it leaves.

I feel the cold night upon my tight skin the water has me in her solid grip
The darkness turns to a light soft colour and my journey starts once more.
Along my path sparkles its no longer dark inside.
I can breath and walk with ease now as my pain resides inside.

what have i become in my head,?
where was the fallen man i left behind, the angel that was left,
The mess of yesterdays long gone, Forward times is plenty.
love yourself and embrace your soul have faith at all times especially when im gone for loving me will be easier than loving you
for your sins you must let go they are already in the past and are forgiven.

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Recession – By Alan Joyce

Recession – by Alan Joyce

Black and Tans and Red Devils run riot through our sacred land,
our country on it’s knees it seems, through nothing but a half filled glass we look.

To wonder where it all went wrong.
No where did they stop to think, now where’d the money go?

Instead we have this issue that’s just about to blow.
The banks in shit the economy has gone like girls gone wild bluntly speaking its tits out and ass to the sky.

They came like locusts they savaged are women.

They empregnated wombs with imported goods.
Homes were given citizen ship for many and gravey In boat to put upoon their dinners.

Dole my hole more money then sense living in a hotel paid by who?
So Fuck you and your recession!
You dirty looking beast.
Get down off that horse and smell what’s been cooking.
Now no amount of miracle whip cream will cover this zit!

How many thousand?
How many housed?
How many imports are to be found?

A couple maybe illegal,
maybe just a few, maybe God dam more of them came from Timbuktu two.

It’s funny,  no it’s a fucking joke, this country up it’s arse.
The government with crayons.

The over seventies starting a dance.
Flip sake give them there cards back a let’s give peace a chance.

More things just sicken me the way the place is ran.
Ancestors In the grave turning at the thought.

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