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.

Animal heaven is where…

Animal heaven is where…
By AJ O’Brien.

Dogs ride little green bicycles
and take kittens for a ride,
where when the sun goes down
lions and deer, sleep side by side.

Where every Friday, foxes gather
along with hamsters and chickens,
upon a cloud of silken white
to discuss the works of Charles Dickens.

Where bats have super eyesight
and giraffes never have sore throats,
grizzly bears wear nose pegs
when dancing with smelly goats.

Where horses race snails
and snakes are never ever mean,
all frogs have a leg on each corner
and cows sing in fields of green.

Where all ants are named Eric
and ducks wear little blue hats,
dolphins sunbathe on the beach
and penguins are super acrobats.

Where tigers drink red wine
and spiders weave webs of gold,
fish swim and are never caught
and polar bears don’t know the word cold.

Animal Heaven is where
when their time has come,
all God’s creatures go
and do nothing, but have fun.

Sweet screams

Sweet screams
By AJ O’Brien

Through tunnels midnight red
sail addictive dreams,
turning into monsters
tearing at the seams.

Breaking up, falling down
no life giving powder,
seeking her God
can’t scream any louder.

Eyes running on empty
so cold the wind blows
seeking her God,
and so it goes.

Shooting up
shot way down
climbing the streets,
In search of Master Brown.

And her God appeared,
so the demon spikes in.
But he is pure, uncut.
A cardinal sin.

Unleashed, the killer attacks,
no prisoners no sorrow.
and for another dead life,
no tomorrow.

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.

Lost

Lost
By AJ O’Brien.

Self inflicted pain
beneath a haunting tune,
can’t turn down the volume
it’s far too soon.

And blindly stepping
from a bridge a distant hue
wearing tears of shame
as she does what she must do.

Slipping through emptiness,
she fell among the dead,
drowning in forgotten words
that no one ever read.