Pesi-Mists

If you exist then why do you persist making life so difficult. In these most precious flashes of happiness on our journeys. Making us feel buried alive. No pride. Just divide. Bloody fist after fist striking that wall of stone. Either it will fall or I.

Going out of your way to pepper spray these unnecessary inflictions. Infections. Contradictions. 

Maybe no such thing as harmony anymore. Oh I’ve seen it once but that was a past life. Its late. It’s deceased. It’s been lacking. Mind cracking. Dreams attacking. Prescriptions drugs whacking. 

Whatever happened? We are all Celtic brethren. From

Some of these questionable men.  And those of you who are not are most welcome. The worlds children.

Yet you treat people like they are disorders. Symptoms. I am meant to be a son of a Judah all knowing powerful being. Yet I came from a broken home. So if we are family where have you been? Father where you been? 

Taking all of our best spirits for yourself.

Living in fire exhaling ice. Mouth shooting venom like a king cobra. 

Whether I be fact, fiction or a fable. I feel unstoppable yet unstable. Like the deities you worship. Punishment and hardship. We come from the bottom. The underground. But burying our way to the surface and now you hear our sound. Ignorance is bliss no pressure mentally. But when you Tap into the earths veins it’s nothing but pressure indefinitely. Convictions convicting me contradictions restricting me and perhaps you. But we are in this together night and day. Dark and light. Death to birth.

Some of us made to believe we are lesser than. Meant to believe we will sink lower than the titanic and what then? But we will soar like the mother ship. I am free but even that still comes at a cost and a nominal fee. Over possession is my only transgression of this our home. Our plain of existence. 

By Darragh McConn

Air castle

Air castle 

I'm a  gale of real

And you are the fancy orb,

Hazy in the orbit of my thought... 

Let our long distances remain relevant,

At their distinctive farness,

Or the incubus actuality, 

May bulldoze the air castle.

Worthiness in impossibilities

Worthiness in impossibilities

These pass pierce 

Through diaphanous layers 

Of these thoughts,  

And see the guts

Asking what is next?

Where do one can see certainty?

Across next there's ambiguity.

Across next there's obscurity.

Presence appears 

To be some creepy creature

Having no head and no tail.

Time to come, seems to be a new jail

And this wings need, the harbor.

Freedom is the ultimate realism.

Seeking worthiness in impossibilities.

Shout me your hatred

Shout me your hatred

 

Your tormented words don't  engulf me anymore.

I am fine with your eloquent arrogance.

I don't want to break your egodist 

With my thoughts,  I'll listen to you 

And let you happy with your ignorance.  

I am a listener and I also listen to my sapient heart.

He tells me things that I never heard before. 

So go on, don't stop 

Shout me your hatred to the loudest

I'm listening!!

INTEGRITY

INTEGRITY IN YOUR CAPACITY

Integrity is my ability

What is the absurdity

All I can ever give in my capacity

is to build a city

full of honesty, no brutality

Please don't soil that dignity

It might bring calamity.

If integrity is in your ability, 

you are likely to attract good people

 and worthy people.

The only absurdity in integrity is how many heart you get to warm up to.

Let's build this city into a place filled with honesty but it has to begin with you. 

Like terms attract

Don't soil your dignity for the feed of today, the consequences are a later regret.

Medley of infight

Medley of infight

Words don't guesstimate the outgrowth that breaks from the medley of infight.

The end of bitterness offsprings enrichment

Which underwent the process of transmigration.

And the refurbish reincarnation is  aftereffect that sense those words were  nothing but embarrassment.

What is poetry

What is poetry

Poetry is observation

Poetry is recreation

Poetry is feeling

Poetry is healing

Poetry is freedom

Poetry is wisdom

Poetry is serenity

Poetry is loyalty

Poetry is limitless

Poetry is harmless

Poetry is attitude

Poetry is gratitude

Poetry is imagination

Poetry is manifestation

Poetry is metaphor

Poetry is savior

Poetry is venting out

Poetry is speaking loud

Poetry is silence

Poetry is elegance

Poetry is sanity

Poetry is intensity

Poetry is for seeking

Poetry is for dreaming

Poetry is for reading.

Man from Kashmir

Man from Kashmir

He was not Muslim, he was not Buddhist, he was not Sikh and he was not a Terrorist,

He was just a man from Kashmir.

His white hair cap his head like glacier.

He was tall like Nanga Parbat and when I embraced him,

I sensed the touch of glorious Quran In his fatherly arms,

I sensed spirituality of Geeta in his warm closeness,

I sensed holiness of Bible wrapped up in his silver fleece like beard greasing against my cheek.

And when he opened his mouth,

He spoke language seraphic, 

Stollen by  Northern Pintail duck who snatched  words in the air and flew over the top of river Jhelum to write  songs on rivers and lakes of beautiful Kashmir.

Let love leave

Let love leave

Beneath fluid layers, the deep is tenebrous and the silence Is fiercely venomous.

It's peremptory captainship is outrageously  murderous.

This heart is a temple of unholy, practicing rituals of lugubrious melancholy.

Don't you blame the blameless love,poor wretch changed into  DEVIL FROM THE PATHOS

Purposelessly confine within the bracket of two broken hearts.

Despair: having nothing to do  with love, and love is  spelt in the parentheses as a piece seperate from the main part.

So cut open this chest  and let love leave as it has lost it's meaning in the dead souls, fallen apart.

Storm of mind

The past should make us better. Not bitter.

My mind trashes like the sea smash’s and we roar. Spilling over the sand like blood from an open wound of a wrist. Rising above the waves. Seabirds scream laughing about some secret triumph. Like drunks who’s horse has come in. 

The sea shore submits. Sighing with heavy bones from the of the weight of the water. My mind is sore. I am

So confused. The smashing tide never relents. With each rise and fall it wears. It tears.  Stripping the away beach away like bare bone.

Moving the to countless of shores where it becomes faded and forgotten. I don’t choose to be this way. I feel chosen. But every wrong reason.

I often think of Irish Kings and Queens of past. Their knowledge, their victories, their decisions their viciousness. My defiance. My breathing turns deep and rhythmic as I walk bare feet through the endless sands under the black moon of the unworld. Razor sharp wind cuts through the air like blades. But here is where I walk. So no fear shall stalk. I am the drugs that’s why I am high enough to constantly have my head in the clouds. Not staying here. 

Thoughts of expressions. Thoughts of aggressions. Thoughts of being a tsunami taking out a lighthouse. But it’s fine the my rage subsides. The sun rises and it becomes bright Iv escaped the black out. My army of shadow dissolves. No more cracking thunder no more destructive lighting. I’m taken a breath I have inhaled my storm.

VOICELESS

VOICELESS

If my tears could tell my tale

I would shed a river

If screams could ease the pain

I would boom like a thunder

If only I would be unmask

I would tell of this mischiefs

Mouth clamped behind this mask 

His evil deeds can't be proclaimed

For I am sealed not to tell a word

If I could only have a voice again

I would tell of his mischiefs

When the tears stream into,

a puddle in the hollow of my neck;

My strain veins cause him no remorse,

and my dying courage muddle in hush.

With no one tough enough to resist him.

All the unknown of his mischiefs

shall hide away in my voiceless cry

Is There A Point?

1. 
   Standing on a grassy hill at dawn. Because I feel like it. Thick green and shadowy black trees surrounding me. Looking down on me. Like a brother would. Staring at me. Haunting ye. Stand my ground. Up to ye. Dreams turn on me. For empathy. Thatl sound: Not a sound. Silence! humanity. Your too fckin loud. I turn you off. 

• Used to ye Fckin off on me all the time. But now it’s on my terms. Nothing violent no klaknacosh. Have had enough of your urgency. Your emergencies. Your convergences.  Non creativity attempts. Forcefully freaking yourselves out when we just need a breath. Is that to much to expect? Rushing round being square. Bending around turning to any shape for anyone. Pretentious. Pretending. Cautious. You Scared then? There’s someone you need to be over there. Leave me be your wanted over there. Not being rude but fckoff over there

• Voices watch eyes whisper. Spotted the man on the hill smoking tha big  fckin splif sure , I’m connecting to Gia. The earth man, the mother and her kind eye. From dirt to birth, turn after turn, urn after urn. Na still burns. In the pit of my stomach still fiery them churns returns. The smoke leaves my throat and embers escape my mouth. Choking on the ashes of the past. Past that was a different man. Killed long ago. Different breath. Different mind. You don’t know me. 

• Whos that? I’m fuckin with the Druidry
• Who that? I’m fuckin with the Druidry
• Who’s that? I’m fuckin with the Druidry

• Seeing through new alignments and old
• Gods is what I said. New binoculars and a new blade. Act of kindness decision iv made. Giving myself to the chaos. Not much blood loss. What is life? Chaos. Chaos will forever be chaos. Life will forever be life. In the jungle with the sex pests, touched by an Angel, touchy subject monkeys, junkies. Go take a rest while the rest of us compress your inflictions. They’d expect a full confession but fck them. We’re turning on them and we’ll crucify everyone of them. The fear. No more black and white. The colour will rain From the skys.

• 
  

Nothing to offer

Nothing to offer

Each time I came back from  farthest, 

Each time I returned with  longing to go back to  closeness.

What is there for me...  love! or is it just a temporary romantic schmaltz?

I need the assistance of worldly truth   that lies within me for guidance,

But the addled schooling of the brain couldn't handle these inner conversation which is repeatedly  distracted by preconception thoughts, restricting the concentration of my cogitation.

I try to avoid  wonder,  ultimately I wonder, how will this urban cotton thoughts of mine will inweave the warm remote sweaters of faraway?

Am I afraid that I may get acclimatize there and never come back?

Or am I afraid of trying to run away from  city of reality having nothing to offer?

Boogie feets

Boogie feets

Aquatic algae sets the coastal choreography, 

And everything turned bright... 

Shimmy shore sings the jazz of bay

And I had a dream, our boogie feets were perambulating, 

At the orchestral coastal sea line.

Where Am I?

So many of us are in the living the same life. We all bleed. All inhale deep anxiety. Some Empathize. But most are sick with with greed. With envy. Prostitution, damnations, affiliations, starvation. Hungry for sustenance, substance or love. Staring at the stars, into the end of a bottle, or the last bita dust in that baggie for answers. 

The end comes to some so much quicker. Before we have time to catch our breath. Tears find my eyes as I write.. 

Summer time, a magical time.  But without the people we have that have been taken. I only find peace part-time. 

The earth is scorched with the sadness of loss like an old photo dried up in the sun. Blackened, faded, forgotten. People telling me to move on. Its life no need to be numb. Well fck that and fckin you because one of the fallen was my Mum.

Scroll through these social media timelines during these insane times.

And I will Speak on whatever I choose. Wearing a beating organ on my sleeve. Perhaps. But fck it I just want relief. 

I Could be wired wrong mind broken. I do not care what is wrong or right. Rage fills my blood boiling. But It is enough to go on. 

Lika a radiator my thoughts I bleed spilling to the floor. Lost in myself so I started to reflect. My mind needs to stay sharp. Fck my degree. Fck my intelligence. 

All I want is to open my eyes for the first time and truly see.

See why I am still so bitter. Why the darkness spreads like an infection.

Is it my selfishness? childishness? Is it Because I’m Irish? I need to surpass this fever. Lift myself out of this pit. I hear something valid I listen. Times like this I wish to be religious but I see nothing worth believing in.

My perspective does not alter my awareness. This 8mm horror film plays nightly. Vividly. Horrifically. Everytime I close my eyes. Surprised, lied, died, cried. Afflictions, enhanced addictions, angered reactions. 

These metal chains be keeping me mentally imprisoned. But yet I am

The only one who possesses the key. I try to stand up when all I need is to take a down. I look at peace like trees. Bring me to a forest and let me be free.

Words don't know

Words don't know

When the words speaks the language of tamper-

They befall on the mind to act  insensate.

And then when the memory returns-

You realise that the words don't know what they say.

I take it as a hint from here, before your words speak the language of your tamper.

Cause I know your words better than you know-

They'd been falling in the same way for decades

You gave me enough realisations,

To grasp your words and sense...

That the words don't know what they say.

fork ahead

Failure of the bad

Passed the good

Now scared Dad 

There’s lost passion

 terrible reactions

 even worse actions

 cracked souls 

Falling through big holes

 the past behind me 

but past you can see

 knowing what it could be 

wondering if it needs to be free

 up ahead the road forks

 left wrong right maybe strong

 both paths are long

 Is there a hill going up? 

a slope going down?

Either one I may drown

 Are my feet on the ground 

in my head there’s a pound 

what can be found 

dirt on my hands

 water in my head

 is my soul dead

 there’s the fork 

should I turn around 

go up the hill 

maybe take a spill 

correction doesn’t come in a pill 

there’s a hole I can feel 

what the fuck is my deal

 tears of steel pulling me down

 face hurts  looking like a clown 

who’s fault?

my damn fault 

love can’t be store-bought

 just climb the hill 

I know it’s real

To late confusion is all I feel

SOLITUDE

I have never felt so outgoing,

But when I was in solitude,

Solitude,

Is emptiness and alone,

But with a magnitude,

Free and solace,

When am in solitude,

I hear voices,

Pin drop silence,

I hear water drops,

And oooh!

Ants also whisper?

I knew that in solitude.

Solitude made me build castles,

Not really,

But castles on the air,

In solitude,

I cry out, all of my sad moments,

And dress up, all of my open wounds,

This solitude is magic,

It does heal them.

But sometimes,

In solitude,

I hear creepy sounds,

Then it becomes uncanny,

But best is that,

In solitude,

I do things I wouldn't have done before a magnitude.

By; Kenneth Sikuku

Rock Salt

This is wrote back in Feb of last year.

Rock Salt!  

By: Wes Lawson

Surrounded by hurts and hard to swallows.  

Sets in like a river of deceit

Wherever I turn, misfortune follows. 

I can't compete. 

Can't seem to stand without help from a few. 

But shake me up, sit back and watch me spew. 

Weighed by my mistakes and the people I thought I knew. 

Stood at a halt, lost a dear friends heart, not even sure who's at fault. 

The loss seems to ware thru the love I was taught. 

I was just hit with Rock Salt. 

Eyes burn, knees weak, head fuzzy as the night begins to creep. 

Need anchors to keep me on my feet. 

But I'm under water trying to climb a hill that's to steep.

The Storm

I am stretched past the point of wonder. 

not knowing what's past this point, screams and tears through the thunder!

it's obviously made a loud but unclear rumble.

makes my world crumble with each and every stumble.

no warnings, no signs, just confident  reactions.

built up through reoccurring distractions.

Expectations for me to pretend it never happened,  nothing to resolve.

maybe with self-medication in time the pain will just eventually dissolve. 

I sit and wait for a sense of understanding maybe even an apology but nothing was ever spoken.

You're right I'm no Angel but I can hear my wings being torn and broken.

Debris gathers in the distance big and rotten.

Don't worry I'll be okay just a few more of these oxycotin

Could anybody overcome being this pushed and Tangled

Does anyone even care to see that my heartstrings pour out and start to dangle

I'm still here but being told I'm stupid for not moving.

Maybe it's my damn pride and this point isn't worth proving.

Now it's like domino's, another feel toward the end.

I guess it'll be enough when my heart has nothing left to defend.

I may come out with some resentment for allowing my self-esteem to take these extra hits.

This was no Battle of the witts, 

My damn mind is on the fritz.

No one seems to stop the unnecessary blows.

But I can feel each hit deeper the scar tissue grows.

Has all the darkness in me burnt up all the good and care.

Damn did I strut too far without paying my fare.

Now only a reminder of ponder and despair.