I Canna See’

Canna see the light shining past yer heed

or the shadow where yer are when yer lie deed

canna see the sparra in the field of gold

nay’ or see the grass when blind and old

Canna see the future with a past of lots o’ crap

keep the snow o’ me heed’ without a hat

canna lie through me teeth, fo’ the truth I canna see

feel the hate that you have if you canna love me 

Big Man

The way he looked at me in spite of my rage

features of a face that fought in a cage

solemn undertones, red cheeks of fire

a muscle bound torso, scars of dismire 

I; looking so hard, shouting his way

“I may be small but I will have the last say”

warning him not to treat people bad

he looked in my direction I was standing mad

he burst into tears and crumbled to the floor

saying “Sorry” once more, 

he walked out of the door