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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

Seed by Alan Joyce

Poem called Seed
Oily stem wrapped intertwined eccentric electro dance beats like a babies heart beating, Pounding thumping nation sesame seed bun,crispy like a pancake she got the look. The look of love as she drives me wild like a fallen stallion standing backup throwing up backwards as your Kicking forward looking
sideways through a broken mirror when the world stops spinning jump back on the merry go round as your evil twin doppelganger shoots and scores and your wallets full with Rubber shells sealed for freshness baby ain’t coming but a stiffness as the Viagra gel
Reaches full activeness as you kneel awaiting confessional.
Worlds fine bad in your head is it still you talking thinking stopping shaking in the cold winters night the day was long but the journey seems quick and before you get there you realized how quick and scary the ride was. Seat-belts keep you safe but that’s an illusion for we all await our faith. Lemons taste bitter smell divine and fresh like a spring breeze whistles through her long summers dress her Autumn hands holding up her wintered brow.guided by everything and everyone she believed it was this way and it was exactly what she believed regardless of fact, mother or mammy nature blessed is all that breath life is a gift from God.

Seedling sprout off spring remember were never just alone when we collectively belong to each other so baby we grow and food we eat knowledge we gain along with faith,happiness comes and darkness too but short like a smile from a stranger, passing ships that sail in the same water we encounter
everything. Learning as we grow not always knowing which way to go, rowing our boats to shallow water as we struggle to step but quickly learn walking is faster. Sitting one day reflecting how far we come and now wonder where left to go up above or below makes no difference not now not to you look how much you are. Water sun breeze cold frost heat and up you came standing tall and proud you show your true colours your true identify your true potential never holding anything back never being afraid not no more sayings on your mind shoot out like the rain from a heavy cloud stopping isn’t an option only orange optional outburst outraged outspoken overcome with wild accusations and analogue television signal in a digital age of aids a cry for help as the monkeys lay curiously locked in there steel enclosures trapped and tortured insane from abuse and antics like cartoon people Mika and the chocolate factory. Mr master beater giving detention in a world full of anal adventures it’s no wonder they think she is easy like Sunday morning, five dollar and she gives you a fucking coupon? Any which way but loose she explains as she straps on an ego john Lennon could write songs about and Elvis claps from every Starbucks.

Pruning can be home grown or grown home tempers run high fever like a volcanic eruption in my pants when OK boiling wanting nothing more than the injustice to be rectified as then fuckers burn like the rivers of Babylon. No women or man must ever be the things I heard I know the pain of the soft innocent child the seed of life never by nature as nature heals and supports life it’s man made suffering and punishment would never fulfill a mad mans game closing the gap on life reflections on the water can’t reveal what we don’t see. No one knows, not one person can bring the seed back to life if it never had germinated. A bucket a knife a fucking insestual life a new fucking car and a bitch for life a million dollar smile and more bling then a Mr T and ego to match, smack my bitch up as you smoke up getting high shooting up like a Frankenstein smackie,. More lines and tracks then the French underground. Help me die I can’t face myself today sorry but I must leave you all right now I didn’t know myself like you thought I did I didn’t  mean to be this way but sometimes you can only ever be what you allow yourself to be. Stepping up just lay down and close them great vast oceans of eyes.