'I stood outside when all was grey, couldn't see a thing
One by one the drops of rain soaked me to my skin,
Took away my pain, gave me back my grin'

Saturday, 29 January 2011

No Regret

Where were you my sorrow
When I needed you?
Tomorrow we'll be wed
By a point of view
Something that I said
That I shared with you
We will be imprisoned
What am I to do?
Wish we'd never met 
Meaning no offence

Where were you my anger
When I needed you ?
Smiled too much, agreed to things
Tied me down like apron strings
What to do, cause a scene?
Say the things I really mean
Leave this plane before it stops
Hope I can survive the drop

Where were you my envy
When I needed you ?
Wanted her so much it hurt
Never quite knew how to flirt
So she turned to someone else
Let her go, thought she would be happier
Selfless act or foolish pride?
Now I'm dying from inside
Not much point in suicide

Where were you these feelings
When I needed you?
Consequence is painful and these words are true
Question now is what to do?
Face the truth, truth empowers
Take the blame and blow the roof
Wear these phrasings like a promise
Never to regret again

No regret, no not yet
Not until the scores are in
Not until the large one sings
Who can say what life will bring?

Who's to say that we won't win?
This is not a film we're in
No one wrote a script for it
Nor can you or I predict

If this is a classic or a crock of shit
Not before the end is done
And the critics have their fun

Even then I won't regret

Not if I allowed myself
to be myself
To not be swayed
or be remade

The story hasn't finished yet

I do not know what happens yet

There may still be a sequel yet

But there will never be regret

Thursday, 20 January 2011

Random Rhyming

I'm sick of sitting here like this and swallowing this rage
You sit back and let me quick attack this wit onto this page
I was born with half a chip upon my shoulder, grew with age
Now it's turned into a paper weight, helps me keep my page
Look at all of this, all of it, every single bit
I could kill it if I gave a shit, make a joke of it
Are you laughing Holmes, figure it, lay it then turn over it
Flipping pancakes in a pan, pilchards in a can
I'm a man, that is all I am, never had a plan
But like Jam, that is all I need, 'cept for maybe ham
In a fix, give me weetabix, give it to the lunatics
Give them extra biscuits as you know they like to eat em quick
That is why I go with it, anything a bit
Moderate, never early, late, never want to make em wait
Never want to wait neither, why should you or I, either
Ever be the last beaver, dying by the meat cleaver
That is where the short trees are, by the giant malteser
Watch it as it rolls, through the field of sausage rolls
Oh
This is a good song, every single line , strong
Flow like the ping pong, rising like King Kong
Quick, better quit, never fall, not at all
For
It's been a ball so goodbye to you all

Monday, 10 January 2011

Formally Abnormal

You may not find him normal

and he thanks you for the compliment


You may not find him formal,

he has never been an ornament


You may not comprehend him

Cannot place him

In a box like bricks


You think to then be friendly

To pretend he

Is like family


To ease your curiosity

To know which box

You have to tick


But he can see right through you

Very few do

So you won't expect


The card he has stashed up his sleeve

The one last hand before he leaves


You may not find him normal

Find him quite the same as anyone


But he is rather

formally abnormal


Just like everyone

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

A Question of Faith: Faith No More


These words will be my weapons
With these weapons I will war
I will war upon the heavens
Like nobody has before
And before I learn my lesson
I will lessen this religion
I will keep the Bishops guessing
As they kneel for their confession
I will make them face their demons
Make them smile whilst they are screaming
It will be too late for penance
When the faithful turn to hatred
Faith no more

Do not bore me raw, love is not against the law
Woman - Woman, Woman - Man, Man and Man, holding hands
Contraception, is essential, keeping clean without disease
World of people, population, over-spilling, poverty
Faith of no real relevance, book of insignificance
Christening of innocents, priests corrupting innocence
Buried by the Catholic Church, Starts with 'P', ends with 'verts'
No more faith in hypocrites, all that I believed in bits

Nothing left to pray for so these
Words will be my weapons
With these weapons I will war
I will war upon the heavens
Like nobody has before
And before I learn my lesson
I will lessen this religion
I will keep the Bishops guessing
As they kneel for their confession
I will make them face their demons
Make them smile whilst they are screaming
It will be too late for penance
When the faithful turn to hatred
Faith no more

Look what faith has brought, planes left safely from the 'port
In the air all went to hell, three planes crashed, two towers fell
Then the buses, then the tubes, someone tell me what that proved
Such a waste of human life, suicidal sacrifice
Children born on British ground, British roots beneath the mound
Brain that spends in pence and pound, thinks to take our Britain down
Not a thought they have themselves, turned extreme by someone else
Victims turned to killers then, still I have to pity them

No one left to pray to so these
Words will be my weapons
With these weapons I will war
I will war upon the heavens
Like nobody has before
And before I learn my lesson
I will lessen this religion
I will keep the Bishops guessing
As they kneel for their confession
I will make them face their demons
Make them smile whilst they are screaming
It will be too late for penance
When the faithful turn to hatred
Faith no more


Copyright John B.O'Halloran 2010





Sunday, 2 January 2011

Nothing More Than You

There was nothing that I wanted
More than you
More than you

When I first saw you
Then first I knew
At first I knew
Then feelings grew
At last I knew
As people do

That there was nothing
Nothing that I wanted
More than you
More than you

When I first saw you
When you saw me
You looked at me
You looked right through
I thought you saw
You did not see
But I was sure
You needed me

But nothing that I did or what I said
Seemed to make you see
That there was nothing
Nothing that I wanted
More than you
More than you

When I smiled at you
You turned away
I waved at you
You turned away
I spoke to you
You turned away
I called for you
You turned away
Gave gifts to you
You turned away
Wrote songs for you
You turned away
I killed for you
You turned away
What must I do to make you stay?

What must I do to show you

There is nothing that I long for
More than you
More than you

I would live for you
Or die for you
Give up my aching soul for you

If just to have you here to stay
To stay with me for just one day

I'd give up all of everything
Take punishment for every sin

For there is nothing that I want

Nothing more than you

Books

When life seems so mundane
When I resent my name, can't cope with blame

And need someone to help me through the shame
Someone who feels the same

A faceless friend who will not judge
To clean the mud, who holds no grudge

I need a place to hide away
A shield to keep the world at bay

These pages are my portal
And
This story is my saving grace

This made up unreality
Is made for me
A private place

This person that I read about
Is less than me
And more than me

But more than that
Is nothing like me

I am made irrelevant

Along with all that bothers me

I swear these books were heaven sent