I Will Carry You

I will carry you on my shoulders

Though it fills your mum with fright

I will carry you on my shoulders

Because it fills you with great delight

I will carry you on my shoulders

Till you reach those lofty heights


I will carry you in my arms

Though my arms grow weak

I will carry you in my arms

Cradle you while you weep

I will carry you in my arms

Rock you till you fall asleep


I will stoop down to pick you up

Though my back cries out in pain

I will stoop down to lift you up

When you’ve fallen down again

I will carry you when the going’s tough

Through the pouring rain


I have carried you from the start

Before your feet 1st touched the ground

I will carry you when it’s dark

Until a light we’ve found

I will carry you always in my heart

Even when you’re not around


Second Chance

My luck, I can scarce believe

When I first learned of her conception

It felt like a reprieve

A second chance at a connection

An opportunity to retrieve

A sense of purpose born out of affection

For my beloved wife who hath weaved

Her spell on me, erasing my fear of rejection

A possibility I might appease

The demons in my head and correct some

Ancient flaws inside of me

Some natural bent towards addiction

That has controlled and taunted

Me for years with its loathsome

Lust and carnal desires. Flee

From it I have tried. A contradiction

I have been. Full of archaic beliefs

And lack of conviction

Until I met thee.

My angel child & magical wife

Gifts from heaven

Who have given me the direction

And focus to change my ways

Tame my restless; indecisive mind

Channel it into one single purpose

Loving; nurturing and protecting

My family.

Without whom I’d be utterly & hopelessly


My every waking thought is now

Consumed by my love for them

Resolving to make their life




Thankful for the opportunity I have been given

To be a husband and father.

Driven on by past failures

This is the fulfilment of my dreams.

Redemption of my soul

The healing salve for my heart


Written by Ken Hume




Her piercing; searching eyes

Penetrate my mental fortress

Burning; prising open a hole

She sees straight through me

Right into the gaping depths

The outlines of my dusty soul

I avert my gaze from hers

So she won’t see the total mess

Inside. Until I regain control

For if she gets inside my mind

I will be forced to confess

That’s it. I’m done. I’m sold.

I’ll be hers completely

For a lifetime, more or less

My heart, she’s gone & stole













Easter Rising of My Heart

(Rebellion of Love)

On 29th April 1916,
After 6 days of ferocious fighting
Heavy losses; bloodied pavements
Battered ideals
Padraig Pearse agreed
To the unconditional surrender of arms
To the British Army.
They had made their statement
To the world.
Fiercely they had fought their fight,
Shed their blood
Then bravely laid down their lives
In the hope for a new; liberated Ireland.

100 years later
(Tired of waging constant war with myself
Of battling the darker side of me
Rebelling against the intimacy I craved
Keeping everybody at arm’s length
For fear of getting hurt)
On 29th of April, 2016, I Ken Hume
Agree to the unconditional surrender
Of my arms… my legs, my mind,
Heart, body and soul
To the ruler of my Island
President of my Republic
To the Queen of my Empire.
Anne-Marie Stones.

Royal, Unbowed
I will gladly bow to the knee to her.
My very own Countess Markievicz
Fiery; principled; headstrong
Courageous and compassionate
Willing to sacrifice herself
For the greater good of others
Willing to die for her beliefs
Willing to stand up
For the rights and liberties
Of those less fortunate than herself

This is the Easter Rising of my Heart
For this Easter Rising I will start
A Rebellion of Love
A Rebellion that will shove
Back all the foreign forces
That have invaded my soul
And sought to take control
A Rebellion
That will break down the walls
I’ve built around my heart

I will now gladly surrender
I will now gladly empty my guns
And lay down my arms
I will stop fighting
I will wave the white flag
And embrace the very thing
Of which I’ve lived in fear
The vulnerability of loving completely
And of being loved.

In the Easter Rising of my Heart,
I was shot.
Fatally wounded by her unconditional love
For me.
A bullet of undying affection forever lodged in my heart
A new; liberated me emerged from the rubble
Dead to self.
Alive to love.

This is the Easter Rising of my Heart
For this Easter Rising I will start
A Rebellion of Love.”

You Gotta Keep

You gotta keep that fire a burnin’

Before those flames fade and die out

Gotta keep those wheels on turnin’

In the direction you’re talking about

Gotta keep your mind a learnin’

The things you need to ease the doubt


You gotta keep the heart a beatin’

Before your ears can no longer hear

You gotta quit your lyin’ n’ cheatin’

Before you lose the one thing you fear

You gotta fight to keep the heat in

Your bond, everytime you’re near her


You gotta keep that light a shinin’

Don’t let nobody turn off that switch

You gotta keep from all your whinin’

About how life has always been a bitch

Gotta keep looking for the silver linin’

In your clouds, thankful for every stitch


You gotta keep your spirit a goin’

When you feel like you can’t go on

You gotta keep your life a growin’

Settlin’ for what’s been, that’s wrong

You gotta keep the words a flowin’

Before all the inspiration’s gone.

Sleeping Heart (Does It Still Beat?)

(Does It Still Beat?)

I’m looking at this girl walk by
Through the coffee shop window pane.
Oh, my heart stirs and I wonder why
I’ve been so long out of the game
Of love, that once made me try
Flush those feelings down the drain.
But it’s impossible to deny
Her beauty is greater than my pain
Do I go…

Fishing for just one more chance
In that still sea of tired romance
To see if my sleeping heart still beats,
Does my sleeping heart still beat?
Hoping that I can cross that line
Be more than a one day Valentine
And see if my sleeping heart still beats
Will it beat because of her?

The next day she stops walking
Smells the coffee and comes inside
I try hard, but I can’t stop gawking
At her, as she orders, then sits beside
Me and starts gently talking
To me, but my tongue gets tied
I feel that old fear is stalking
My mind and leaving me paralysed

Fishing for just one more chance….

Time for this caterpillar heart of mine
To crawl out of it’s cocoon
But I’m too scared of love’s sunshine
I’d rather it let me stew in
The comforting loneliness one more time
Easier than flying to the moon
Or Venus, if I could read the signs
On these butterfly wings, I assume
It’d be easier to let down a line
And go….

Fishing for just one more chance….


You talk so much of money, but all I have is words
Why don’t you hush now sonny, I know you think that I’m absurd
With all my thoughts and dreams of page-shaped legacies
When I was wrought it seems with all this fighting to please

Now I just pour out my heart on these pen-stained pages
Sit by the windowcill and contemplate what it is that rages
Behind the still exterior of my being
In my not so still interior, if you could see what I’m seeing
You’d run.

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