I’m Irish and I’m a proud Irishman.
Oh, not for the usual sentiments.
The source of my pride runs deep. I can
Trace the direct line of my descendants.

Today, all day, my Irish leprechaun
We get our chance to catch you if we can.
You hold the secrets of hidden treasures.
This time we will use successful measures.

I found myself staring at a blank screen.
I was clueless as to why and how long.
It could have been a moment or fifteen
Minutes for all I know. I’m sure I'm wrong.

From childhood I have not been as others
Were; I’ve not seen what others often see.
My passions spring from an alien mother
Where once I had swam in a serous sea.

It’s surrealistic in what I see
In the most unlikely places, in fact.
Especially when unexpectedly
They appear before tiredly eyes, abstract.
Was eating as usual, cereal:

What the hell! There is no such place my friend.
This fiery myth is just that, it’s lore.
No different than Santa Clause in the end.
Put all that crap behind you and ignore

Faces of Gore (1999) is a mondo shockumentary video that depicts graphic footage of bloody, mangled bodies which guides viewers through explicit scenes depicting a variety of ways to die and violent a

The last of autumn’s leaves begins assault
Of winter gales. The sap within the trees
In hibernating xylems call a halt
To most activity to some degree.
The birds that once resided amongst them

It's time for Tom to lose his wattle head.
He's designated martyr for the feast.
We pluck him naked and stuff him with bread
Then roast his hapless carcass whole or pieced.

Day changes to night without a whimper
Another day of time I can’t retrieve.
The thief of time blithely robbing the hours
From me, a felon that I never see.

It’s often said that Man is very smart.
His cleverness is quite remarkable.
His brain, a rather special body part
Is hardly capable of being dull.
He never calculates and meditates

I composed this poem on the morning of Independence Day 2008.

July fourth and firecrackers aren't heard.
Perhaps because it’s raining as I type.
I thank the gods for booming sounds deferred.

A butterfly alighted gently on a flower.
Along came a honeybee that had the same desire.
Sir! said she,” did you not see I reached this blossom first?"

Toll the iron bells!
Let the knelling peals linger
In our hearts...Again! For the
Many fallen loved ones. Hear
The tintinnabulation!
*http://www.antiwar.com/casualties/

Buzzing bumblebee
you just might be the cutest
thing today I've seen.

Your black and yellow
jacket, awkwardness of flight.
Amusing fellow

This black and burly