Oh faithless father


Oh, faithless father

What has become

Of your beliefs once so strong

And the hymns that you sung

 

You kneeled at the altar

Prayed not to succumb

To the taunts & the prongs

Of the devil’s trident, my son

 

Suffocated by ‘holy’ restraint

And ancient biblical laws

You thought you were a saint

Deserving of applause

 

That’s the picture you liked to paint

When trying to defend your cause

All this talk of pious restraint

Only served to cover up the flaws

 

As you struggled & faltered

Collapsed, come undone

Under the weight of the wrongs

Under the heat of the Son

 

Prayers turned cold & hollow

As you lost your fire

The silence, you couldn’t swallow

So you sank into the mire

 

Of the type of addiction

You’d always sworn against

Graphicly ugly predilection

That left me cold and immense

 

-ly lonely, looking for affection

In all the wrong places

You couldn’t handle the rejection

Tried to cover your traces

 

Tried to mask the disease

Pretend you had it under control

Tell yourself you weren’t a sleaze

That you were just a tortured soul

 

Written by & copyright of Ken Hume

27/11/2017

 

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A Man from Mars


A man from Mars
A tortured soul
An alien

Fallen from the stars

Far from home

Separated from his Venus

Now destined to roam

As a restless wanderer
Lost and alone
Cast out of the heavens

To atone

For some ancient sin
You can see the scars

You can see the wrong

 

He walks amongst us

From time to time

Only when he must

Only when he tries

To kill the loneliness

To uncover the rhyme

And reason for this test

Sometimes

He gazes towards the skies

Amidst the crowds

For a glimpse

Of the divine

To push through the clouds

And restore his sight

 

Then a light appears

And the spaceship descends

To take him back home

To bring his time on earth to an end

 

We are all aliens in a play

Strangers from distant planets

Looking for a way

To connect with other strangers

To make our stay

A little less lonely

More than okay.

To bring a little light

To bring a little ray

Of the supernatural

Into our everyday

 

Written by and copyrighted to Ken Hume

07/10/2017

 

 

In the Name of


 

In the name of the Father,

Son and Holy Spirit

I baptise you

Water poured

On baby’s head

3 times

To sanctify her

Immortal soul

To ensure her

Eternal safety

To embark her

On her spiritual journey

Welcome her

Into the Catholic Church

Is she aware of what’s going on?

Is she completely oblivious?

Does it guarantee any of the above?

I don’t know.

I am torn.

I am conflicted

Between 2 faiths

Long evicted

From my thinking

 

 

Therein lies the rub

For I do not want her

To be faithless

Or without belief

Either in a higher power

Or herself.

For I know how empty

And hopeless

This can be.

 

OUTLINES OF MY DUSTY SOUL


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


“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.”

Trying To


Tried to change the world when I couldn’t change myself
Tried to save someone’s soul from the burning fires of hell
When I was losing my own everytime I tried to tell
Someone that they were lost, but You, well you were swell

Tried to wage a war with you against the devil and his cartel
Tried to put you before everything, but it’s left me just a shell
Of a person, with my shattered convictions put on the shelf
Because when I needed a friend, you and your huddle of disciples fell
Silent

So I tried to put my head down; persevere and answer the call
Tried so hard to soldier on; do my duty, whether great or small
However the pull of real life didn’t go away, nor the writing on the wall
That whilst singing with the faithful, I was faithless; fretful; about to fall

Now, I’m trying to make some sense of who I am without You
Trying to forgive myself; not to vent, while I figure out what to do
Because I’m tired; a little angry; fragile and melancholic too
Mission’s expired; am nearly empty,
Time to smile; take the tonic and discover my own truth

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