Expert Rites

I marvel at the wonder of it in our souless age
Fast flow the tears upon the page.

Don't be alarmed I am her friend

Will I be excused if I presume
It's more than disappointment that we share.

You share the same sorry life, the families fight,
that unhappy blade you both invite.

This romantic ideal has a lonely appeal
I once loved someone the way that you do
But I had to let her go

I live with my regret
Don't despair my would-be Juliet.



~MacManus

A flame

A flame burns blue and hot within me
Bloodlust or cool indifference
Burning, burning, burning
Oh, how I hate so much of the world...

I will cut tiny slits in his arms
And shoot coins through
Make my deposit which will kill him.
And everyone else will be so safe then.

The comic relief will ride through
My mouth, the egg and cheese.
Gentlemen, be seated!
It seems to me that the time has come.

Murderess, heart, and soul and mind.
I will kill him if I ever see him.
If nothing else to protect the world
Myself and my family will live on.

We'll give him a moment to consider
Each bruise bump and scratch.
Until the mobs of useless and feeders
Feed upon themselves in their frenzy.

Oh, how I hate him, more than any.
Endless paragraphs, much like a fantasy
And finding people who will do this.
There is always the film industry.

All Grown Up

"I'm trouble," she said
Spread out on the floor in her father's house.
Her promise was almost undone.
Under her tongue,
Dissolving her responsibilities,
To finally deny everyone,
With every unflattering comparison.

All grown up,
and you don't care anymore.
And you hate all the people
that you used to adore.
And you despise all the rumors and lies
Of the life you lived before.

Did I hear you right?
You're feeling hounded and pushed around
You want to just lay down and die.
If all of this life
Has been such a big disappointment to you,
Why don't you stop blaming some guy,
And go give the next one a try?

All grown up
And you don't care anymore
And you hate all the people
That you used to adore
And you despise all the rumors
And lies of the life you led before.

But look at yourself
You'll see your still so young
You haven't earned the weariness
That sounds so jaded on your tongue.

I'm weak she says
And blesses herself
And gets into bed
Clutching the covers to her throat
So punish me now,
And let me go back to the sham of my life
This night is the perfect antidote
For all of the poison that you wrote...

All grown up.


~Declan Macmanus