BESIDE YOU

Please don`t think of me as gone away,
My journey`s just begun,
Life holds so many faccets,
This earth is only one.

Just think of me as resting,
From the sorrows and the tears,
In a place of warmth and comfort,
Where there are no days or years.

Think how I must be wishing
That we could know today
How nothing but your sadness
Can really pass away.

Think of me as living
In the hearts of those I touched
For nothing loved is ever lost
And I loved you so much.

A WEAK MANS GAME BY JIM BYRNE

A loner of a man ,
Forgotten by the rest,
He`s doing all he can,
He try`s his very best.

One thing he thinks could be,
He thought it yesterday,
A mistake he did not see,
He always made her pay.

His brains were in his fists,
He had to have control,
Used his fists then tried a kiss,
It somehow made him whole.

The horror of the beatings,
His warped pathetic power,
Where do these men come from,
They are a weaker shower.

Ladies ought to know them,
Shame them all to death,
How can they think it`s fine,
And stinky boozy breath.

If you hit a woman,
You`re the lowest of the low,
You`re just a downright wrong un,
Through the door you`ll go.

If you think it makes you hard,
Think again , You bully,
Release this woman from this hell,
You will be dealt with fully.

Every one will tell you,
It`s because your dad`s the same,
All an excuse for what you do,
It`s just a weak man`s game

NATIONWIDE BY JIM BYRNE

Did you find a friend today,
Someone who will care,
Sharing good and bad they say,
Nationwide are there.

Did you ask for them today,
They have helped for generations
Focus  on your needs they say,
Brighten your tommorows.

Joys of caring, So immense,
All their love is needed,
They do  help in every sense
They care and should be heeded.

Real friends wont hurt you,
Beautifully they shine,
What`s the work you need to do,
 Nationwide friends are fine.

Selflessness is all you need,
Giving is the key,
Acts of goodness plant a seed,
Nationwide comes back, Take heed.

STLL MOMENTS BY JIM BYRNE

All you have, Is withered in spoil,
That which you posses now possessed you,
Think of love, Less of toil,
For those  you love, You have to do.

Dearest heart, Life`s golden plan,
Opens happy doors,
Walk within, See his plan,
Love meets you at your core.

Turn your mind another way,
Leave this world with none,
Inner peace prevails today,
The money mind has gone.

The peace and stillness deep inside,
Gives so much more than things,
Brings true meaning to your life,
More than wealth can bring.

Something missing in spite of wealth,
Inner sunshine, Much of light,
Go inside, Walk your path,
Love prevails, Give up the fight.

HUNGRY HOURS BY JIM BYRNE

The poorest are your neighbours,
Do you care ? They just don`t live,
No food , No light, Some hungry hours,
Are you willing, Will you give.

Give to those who suffer most,
Hungry children, None should be,
Why so much and none for some,
Lend a hand, You will see.

Make a choice, Heat, Or light,
Food of life is rare,
Love the poor, Remove their plight,
Love today, You know you care.

No child should hunger, None should thirst,
Look inside your mind,
Help the small ones , Put them first,
Give what you can, Be kind.

Never judge the poor among you,
They just need some food and drink,
Are you doing all you can do,
Seeing sorrow makes you think.

SHOW EM BY JIM BYRNE

Ever upwards you can do it,
Kick some ass, Go out and do it,
Control your life, Things to do,
Why is life controlling you?

Did your teacher say you`re Rubbish,
Never be nothing on your own,
Get the hell out there son,
Make the old git groan.

Use your common, You have talent,
lose all those who brought you down,
Make the choice, Be relentless,
Get out there, Swim or drown.

Living hell, So no one loves you,
You can do this on your own,
A million things you want to do,
Do it, Do it, Don`t just moan.


Show them all you`re real gift,
In their minds you`ll see a shift,
lose them all, How good you are,
You are so special, Near and fair,

I had a thought just yesterday,
All this money coming my way,
I`ve so much i`ll share with you,
 Buy some cars, A house or Two.

THE OUTLAW BY JIM BYRNE

The wife`s mother lives with us,
All she does is winge,
When she stops her ranting,
She`s on a drunken binge.

Vodka is her tipple,
Abusive though in drink,
She hits me hard across the face,
And really chuffin stinks.

SBDs come thick and fast,
I want to get her out,
Iv`e never liked you  You ignorant slob,
I`ll give her such a clout.

I tell the wife it`s her or me,
I`ll not see her on the street,
Her corned beef legs and Sixteen chins,
And now her minging feet.

Iv`e not been good enough for her daughter,
The wife says so as well,
I stink and snore and fart a lot,
i wish they`d go to hell.