Its for you that I write this

I give voice to the voiceless
as I share all my pain
I bring choice to the choiceless
to continue living

I shine light where its lightless
exposing what’s hidden
I give flight to the flightless
to soar unburdened

I offer love for the loveless
I am here with you too
You have worth, you’re not worthless
’cause we all have value

There can be joy for the joyless
I will help you to find it
There is hope for the hopeless
I am here to remind this

I spend emotional currency for the poor in spirit
By pouring out the pain in me It’s for you , I write it

. By Kevin Beary

Found my Voice Again

It’s been so long but I found my voice again
Hear me roar , watch me soar
on the whipping winds
My minds wings
take me higher and no more dire
thoughts , can shoot me down again.

I’ve been set free, from the cage I’ve built
to imprison me and the rage I’ve felt.
There’s no longer need for this punishment
I no longer believe
my past cruel judgement and sentence served, has been deserved.

So it’s time for me to once again roar
The way I once used to , way before
I let myself beat me down
Kick me around
Cause me to live in fear, but I will fight back
I will persevere.

I’ve been looking for a savior.
Should be looking in the mirror
It’s not upon anyone else
to look after my own health
But I found my voice again
and I will roar , and I will soar
and be my own best friend.

By Kevin Beary

Letter :

Do you remember that time you were happy ?
I am writing to remind you what happened.
The fleeting thoughts , you thought were lost are here in this sappy and sad soliloquy I’ve fashioned

It was years ago …
when the nighttime’s spilled into day ,
when you wouldn’t know
whom next to you lay, when your manic thoughts felt like genius, before she charmed her way between us and burned it all away

Those days you were invincible though you vowed you would die young; Did you anticipate this crucible that crushed those feelings numb?

All those moments when your synapses arced on high , all those moments you would never let pass by , gone now , and your mouth has gone dry, while you wait for your next dose , and watch life pass you by.

The perspective of time muddies as much as it reveals, and wounds fester and distort rather than heal , and what you believe today was definitely swayed from when those memories were made and what rot has since been laid.

So, do you remember that time when you were happy , when that slate was still clean , when your dreams had meaning and a chance to succeed ? Before idealism was ground to a nub , from the constant reality rub ; Do you think you could get there again? I wish you would begin…

… cont’d

Come with me

Come. Lets get LOST
and cross that line
you thought you could never get across
Put your hand in mine, and find
yourself again
Let this be the start , Lets begin
living life for yourself , for your count too
Living for everyone else ; Where does that leave you ?

Its time to be
who you are really
No more need to pretend, I’m here to send
you towards something that feels- just right
no need to fight, I’ve wiped away the appeals
to keep you here.

Put your faith in me and let go of your fears
Regain your identity and
remember who you were before the affairs
of the heart became responsibility
Eventually you will no longer scare
so easily

Did you hope i wouldn’t see your scars ?
Isn’t it better I did , without judgement ?
I know this is hard
and you’re reluctant
but I’m here too , and i’m not giving up on you

How are you supposed to know
you are happy , when no-one’s ever shown
what life is past the
day to day doldrums
‘asking you to hold them
above yourself yet again
Its time for that to end.

Come. Grab me now , hold on
Lets go for a ride
you know you’ve been long-ing
to fly
It’s time to cross that line
Leave this place behind
Don’t look back- with me , you will be fine
Come. Put your hand in mine.

By Kevin Beary

The Good Days

I still catch glimpses,slight glances
of better days
I still think this – might pass if
I concentrate

It takes but a stray thought , a speculation
of a misery
And I’m thrown off – of any elation
within memory

Life is loss ,life is suffering
Must remind myself
When I’m lost, that’s not everything
‘Tis just a mindset

But sometimes the span of time
Between the lines
Of when you felt high , of when you feel fine
Seems so far behind

Need to remember , need a reminder
There are good days
And till then ya – should be kinder
To your memories

There is always hope, for healing
of the wounds
Just need to roll , until feeling
good resumes

By Kevin Beary

The Spiral

It’s hard to let go of the suffering
when its the most familiar friend
When I let my mind go wandering
it always comes back with him.
I used to be able to shake myself loose
There was a time I could more easily refuse
to be dragged down again

But I’m afraid this time , I may find that I

Dug too deep a hole , and the sides are caving in
Can’t get out the way I used to; the paths worn thin
Don’t know if demons are real
But I do know how they feel
and they’re inside this hole within

If you could read my mind
your eyes would fill with tears
and you might suffocate
from breathing in my fears
You may get crushed by the weight
of my emotional debris

Looking through the eyes of the broken
you can finally see

How intensely uncomfortable, it can be,to be me
To walk in my shoes, is like walking in glue
and why bother , when there’s no purpose or
place to be

Don’t know if demons are real
but we do know how they feel
if you understood this completely

By Kevin Beary –

The Attitude of Gratitude

Sometimes gratitude has an attitude.
It doesn’t appreciate attempts to ameliorate
the circumstances of happenstance,
that landed us here , abandoned us near
to happiness ; but closer to the uneasiness
that invades our thoughts : makes us distraught,
and blinds recognition of our fortunate situation.
So instead we dwell , lost in the trivial.
And we know it’s wrong, but we tend to prolong
the negative perceptions – affecting reflection.

It takes devotion to invoke positive emotion;
To feel contentment instead of resentment
and avoid reluctance to reach acceptance
of our conditions, instead of wishing
for other fortunes , or another’s portion
of life’s blessings – because of poorly accessing
the wondrous abundance already in possession.
Don’t take for granted your great advantage
of knowing these truths , as I’ve stressed them to you;
To actively improve, the attitude of gratitude.

By Kevin Beary

Keep Knocking

I’m Knocking on the door of a new day
Out of breath, from the last one – ran away
But tomorrow , I vow to not lay waste 
to the landscape of my mind ; I defaced 

For that was yesterday 
And I’m at the door of a new day

Need to keep betting on myself to shine
For its up to me to control my mind 
And not let it again slip into despair 
’cause there is still time for me to repair

The regrets from the yesterdays 
And open the door to the new days

Today’s heated problems are hardest to solve
Be drawn through the fire – tempered resolve
For most of these are just temporary 
can be diluted by time , don’t worry

Clear it out , allow good things to make way
’cause you’re so close to that door of a new day

For there will always be another smile 
The wait – it will always be worthwhile 
And you will always have another laugh
And for that short while let it wipe the past

For you are at the dawn of a new day
Let it be the start of a new way 

Just keep knocking on that door – Keep banging at that door 

By Kevin Beary


like knives, pierce my heart, slash my mind
tearing me open, forever to remind
of the sharpest thought of all;
The permanence of
Never Again.
Slays me over
and over
How to begin ?

The hardest part of it all
is finding meaning in my fall
You must find yourself, they say
All you need to do, is go and find your way
for life is beatiful , and this I agree
but its always someone else’s – beauty
Theres none left for me
Seen from the eyes of the beaten
it all just looks grey

Going throught the motions, without any emotion
numb within and without
does it matter, where i am now ?
Wherever here is, there is no doubt
i’m lost in my head with no way out
Its just easier to stay away
Don’t really have much to say,
when nothing changes
it’s just another day…

like daggers,cut so deep, rips my soul
tearing me, never to be whole
destined from the start;
To live with a
Broken Heart
This slays me over
and over
When will it end ?

Reach Out ?

They always say , why didn’t they
reach out ? But reach out to who?
Reach out to you ?
And burden with what? Theres always a glut
of responsibility to bear
Who has shoulders to spare ? And who’s got the time ? There’s few who could ever find.
And how long since you’ve talked?
We often have to chalk
it up to life getting in the way; Hasn’t it been a dogs age ?
And how uncomfortable is it to stay :To make that small talk , to get to the real thoughts , share some real things and get to some meaning.
And you don’t want to be that one; that person whom is always glum.
No , “Everything is great.”
We lie ’cause we cant say it.
Its impossible to share. How do you express despair ?
How do you show whats numb ? Few see where your coming from.
And then how do you relate with someone that never ached ? At least not like you in your mind , ones mental health cant be defined, and if you really try to share , all you really do is scare , and you don’t want to hurt no more, no one ,
not them , not you , so that makes it more a chore , than reaching out is worth, and anyway, it rarely ever works.
Who’s got answers to things you cant describe ? What help can anyone really provide ?
So you white-knuckle it again, so you don’t burden a friend
so you don’t extinguish another’s light , and add guilt to your night – thoughts , where you get lost
and hope the next new day washes away
the pain. So you never have to reach out again

By Kevin Beary

Sweet Sorrow

Some say sorrow is sweet
Sweeter than the sublime
Intimately discreet
this sadness is all mine
Sadness sings of joy passed
Embrace the truth in full
for sorrow never lasts
and without – life is dull
The truth that sorrow sows
a field of quaint despair
Seductive sadness grows
in me and my affair
An addict of sadness,
I’ll seek again tomorrow
wearing my madness – like
a silken shroud of sorrow
I’ll hide the day away
dressed in such attire
Comfortable I’ll stay
Alone. Deeply mired
Solitarily sad , Deliriously mad
Sweet sorrow , sweet sorrow – be glad
One must have lived and loved
to have sadness so deep
cause only a loss of
such – cause sorrow to creep
I sing these notes of woe
I’m lost in my lament
but I treat as hallow
my sorrows innocence
Sorrow heralds healing
just like a trumpet blast
Get lost in this feeling
few others will surpass
Sorrow digs out the well
so deep within ones soul,
to allow joy to fill
and one again feel whole
Sadness lengthens the day
in sleep , dreams will follow
that would cause one to say,
“Cherish your sad tomorrow!”
Tomorrow , Tomorrow , be sad
Sweet Sorrow , Sweet Sorrow – be Glad

By Kevin Beary

The Change you Make

See , it’s not all doom and gloom and heartache
There are countless paths that you can take
If Change you want , its Your life to remake
If you’ve been sleeping , its time to awake
That drive you once had, that thirst to slake
You can have it again , no need to fake
Do it now ! Before it becomes too late
Before keeping up the illusion becomes too much to take
And the walls that protected you begin to break
Make it real, to your core , inviolate
Its’ all up to you so don’t hesitate
Take your life in your hands, make it great
No more head in the sand, its time to create
A new world as whole , not resigned to Fate
Because if its Change you want
Change you must Make.

By Kevin Beary

The Struggle Within

How do you slow your thoughts , when they are racing to take you ?
Try not to obsess , but the same thoughts berate you
Another bitter caress , from a mind that just hates you
As you try to suppress , feelings that deflate you

But all there is , is me .. in my head , a bully
All there is , is me … a tyrant , who cruelly
kicks the shit out of me –  a sadist , truly.

But If I’m there too , how do i not know ?
Why don’t I realize the damage I sow ?
Why don’t I care , about the havoc I wreak ?
Why won’t I stand up ; Why don’t I speak ?
I stick up for others , why won’t i stick up for me ? .

I need cleansing, from this stain inside me
cant be behaving like this pain defines me
if I let it all out , I’m afraid it will finally
dissipate the illusion , of my functioning highly

But all there is , is me , fighting this bully
All there is , is me , enduring gracefully
I must protect me , from myself, absolutely

Because its all up to me , to love myself truly.

By Kevin Beary

The Down Days

This pain i feel ,like my whole world is dying
cold sweat , like my whole body is crying

My emotions are seeping through my pores
the conflictions in me are actively at war

I cant differentiate which grief is which
I cant turn it off , I can’t find the switch

I regret the regrets I foresee I’ll feel
when time moves on and changes the deal

When I tally the follies and every poor choice
While the whole world goes by and seems to rejoice

I mourn for what’s passed and what hasn’t been
Why? I don’t know , but I’ll do it again

These feelings seem to affect beyond reason
can’t follow thru with anything to completion

So here I remain , stagnant and stunted
This life I chose , I feel like I’ve punted

Is it far too late to change ?
Can I let go of my fear ?
How far from safe can i range ?
I’ll never know , Staying Here.

Bye-  Kevin Beary

Breathe (draft)

-exhale 123 123 now breathe
and do it again , and do it again-And as I wrap my head around these thoughts

while they flood my mind and I gasp and cough

I can feel the hollow your presence left

when you de-parted and  I was bereft

of a once fulfilling kindred spirit

–breathe and stretch and stretch and breathe
and breathe and stretch and stretch and breathe-

So here I sit and think and meditate

the light of a new life to contemplate

It pours into me while I slowly stretch

and reach that void and fold into its flesh

my own soul, and my will, to my last breath

-breath out the bad breathe in the good
and breath out the bad breathe in the good-

For there is no one to love as one could

if you don’t love yourself first, as you should

There is no worst foe than your own head

where all those self-inflected  wounds are bred

and your angst, and fear, and self doubt is fed

-exhale 123 123 now breathe
and do it again , and do it again-