Strange encounters

Strange encounters

By AJ O’Brien.

From within a tiny spaceship
appeared a green creature,
he’s come an awful long way
and his name is Hickeybeeper.

He has long bendy arms
with legs far too short,
and on the end of his pointy nose
sits a tiny blue wart.

With three yellow eyes
one on top of the other,
everyone says he looks
just like his brother.

Leaving his spaceship
he decides to go for a walk,
and comes upon a little dog
who can bark, but cannot talk.

“Greetings, I come in peace
you funny looking creature.
What’s your name?
Mine’s Hickeybeeper.”

“Woof woof” replied the dog
and then sat down,
looking up at Hickeybeeper
as his smile turned to a frown.

So, do you live nearby?”
“Woof woof” answered the dog
who seemed rather shy.

Hickeybeeper shook his head
and let out a sigh,
then thought to himself
I’ll give it one more try.

“Take me to your leader”
“Woof woof” said the dog.
“Ok I’ve had enough” cried Hickeybeeper
and along came a frog.

“Hello, down there
do you have a brain in your head?”
“Croak croak” replied the frog.
Hickeybeeper turned and fled.

The dog looked down
and barked at the frog,
the frog looked up and said to the dog
“Guess I’ll go and sit on a log.”

 

Pebble Island

Pebble Island

Written by my late sister-in-law.
Deirdre Travers.

I carved myself a country
though jagged rough and sharp,
It was rounded smooth and polished,
by the sound of an ancient harp.

I fashioned it out of solid rock
with veins of marble and gold,
and thought it could stand against the world
until time it self, grew old.

It wasn’t supposed to be very big
I didn’t want an empire,
just a place to be at peace
with more to give, than fear and fire.

To many, my rock was another dying day
just floating upon a sea.
God help them, all they saw was rock,
but it was beautiful to me.

An unlocked door

An unlocked door
By AJ O’Brien.

So silent the thief
as she steals his darkest dream,
hidden within the sounds
of an ancient scream.
So happy is she
unleashing a demon’s nightmare,
such wicked thoughts
no mortal can bear.
Shame upon the maker
of such a black dream,
for his mind is corrupted
as it drinks from an innocent scream.

 

The Killing machine

The Killing machine
By AJ O’Brien.

Hands imprisoned, ringed with steel
climbing an empty black hall.
Don’t wanna go there
I pull back, stumble and fall.
Careless hands dirty nails
pull me upright, crush my soul,
leading me onward and down
toward my final goal.

Our footfalls cease
empty sounds collide,
beyond this ugly door
gonna take the ultimate ride.
Before me it stands
one hundred miles high,
my crimes are laid bare
am i really about to die?

I hear the audience breathing
I begin to cry.
Don’t deserve to live
but don’t wanna die.
Shiny leather straps
kiss and lock me down,
gonna be the very first.
Don’t wanna wear that crown.

The switch is caressed
against the straps I strain,
Oh dear sweet Jesus
this is way beyond pain.

I’m dancing, dancing
beneath a summer’s rain,
and I promise, promise
I will never kill again.

Narcissus

Narcissus
By AJ O’Brien.

Sanctuary Oh sanctuary
hidden behind the eyes,
an empty pool of light
caught within a truth,
disembowelling hungry lies.

And he did bleed words
of hope and fear,
intoxicated by love of self
embracing his other,
within a reflection clear.

So sweet the kiss of another
Oh how the soul can roam,
but to love thy self
within a heart darkest,
one is sure to die alone.

Somewhere Blue

Somewhere Blue
By AJ O’Brien.

Upon copper coated highways
that dance from here to there,
drove a man of substance
in search of something rare.

Beneath a sky of sorrows
that fell up and down,
he came upon, Somewhere Blue.
A strange little town.

The people were all broken
their houses the colour red,
and in every front garden
did lay, something dead.

The man of substance
looked at the sky of sorrows,
and knew within his heart
there would be, no more tomorrows.