Galway Girl

Hey Galway girl,
You are my perfect pearl,
Who shines so bright,
That you dim all other light...

Hey Galway girl,
With your hair with a slight curl,
You send me absolutely crazy,
You make my memory go all hazy...

Hey Galway girl,
Will your plan really unfurl?
Your wandering hand won't win,
You'll be the first to commit the sin...

Hey Galway girl,
Give me a wee twirl,
So your elegance can shine,
And I can brag about how you are mine...

Hey Galway girl,
You are better than all the other girls,
As you and I had that magical kiss,
The moment of which I greatly miss...

The thought of which sends me into bliss...

Did You Mean it?

Did you mean it?
Don't lie to me...
I would prefer honesty...

Did you mean it?
I thought our friendship was strong...
Clearly I thought wrong...

Did you mean it?
An unbreakable bond is gone...
Our trust is no longer ever long...

Did you mean it?
I really hope you can see...
The tremendous pain you're causing me...

Did you mean it?
I really hope it was worth it...
I hope you enjoy your bit...

Did you mean it?
I want you to answer the question truthfully...
At least do me that courtesy...

Did you mean it?

Darkness is Coming Again

On the horizon of my life,
I can see darkness gathering again,
Another loved one of someone close to me,
Is slowly but painfully surely,
Heading towards its eye...

The loved one is so old and frail,
Her still living could be called cruel,
Her eventual death will bring relief aswell as pain,
But that won't make the pain any easier to take,
More tears will be shed, just like before...

Sisters bonded by blood and love,
Try desperately to defend their beloved grandmother,
But once the darkness begins to stir,
The outcome is inevitable,
Death is unavoidable...

For one sister, this death could bring emancipation,
From the shackles that threaten to ruin her life,
But given the choice, she would gladly remain shackled,
If her grandmother could remain alive,
But the darkness doesn't do such deals...

It just sets its eye on someone...
And that someone becomes no one...

Fridays

On this day alcohol flows like rivers,
Generations long gone get the shivers,
It is the end to a very long week,
It provides the reprieve that people need,
Allowing for midweek woes to be forgotten,
Amidst booze ups that seem to be rotten,
The time is seemingly well spent,
Getting drunk and saying things not really meant...

Woes are forgotten in many different ways...
All in all, there are no days like Fridays...

Sometimes they can be good,
Just like all Fridays should,
But sometimes they can be bad,
As alcohol can make people pretty sad,
And depending on how they go,
The week's worries do not show,
Or they could make an appearance and get worse,
Causing temperaments to burst...

Woes are dealt with in many different ways...
All in all, they are no days like Fridays...

Cruelty of Men

Our souls are as empty as an open grave,
Our hearts are as black as a black hole,
Men care only for themselves,
The thoughts and feelings of others,
Are never taken into consideration...

What self-respecting man would make a woman cry?
The answer should be 'no man',
But men are not self-respecting at all,
We don't even respect other people,
We'll gladly break hearts for personal gain...

The nicest women in the world are always the ones,
That receive the most heartbreak from men,
They open up their hearts to us,
And we, as self-centred idiots, take full advantage,
Taking all we can before moving on...

To smash another woman's feelings to pieces,
As that is the cowardly man's way,
We refuse to open up,
Our response to women trying to interpret our feelings,
Is to hurt them so much, they don't want to know anymore...

Our cruelty knows no bounds,
And it plagues all men,
No matter how nice they seem on the surface,
Underneath it all, the black heart beats,
Selfishly searching to improve its own life...

And that is the sad and undeniable truth...

(this poem is the solitary inclusion from Bebo page seven 'cause they're all quite boring and 'cause I still see signs all around me that Cruelty of Men still has a relevant point).