Aiding

Brown toothed man give me some fun,
stop shaking my hand you is dirty as mud,
Gotta wash my palm and get it done,
roll my first one and live d'life of crud

Now crud aint asking for a hell of lies,
Its just about keeping you satisfied
You know it dont keep the pain away
but its help keeping the pain away

now im going down to the local store,
Bottle of cider,no three no four
Irish, smilish, it's no excuse,
my gene effecting d'abuse.
Keep it coming, my bodies for use

One of these days, I hope to find,
Some happiness, some peace of mind.
Cause if I aint got praying left,
Then I'll just hope for happy consequence

The Master and The Chair

Credit where credit is due,
You are a master, one of few.

You shave very close to your skin,
i also know your cousins, your kin.

You knocked on my door and walked right through
You turned to face me and said and then I knew.

This was it, part of my story,
Fun, shame, sex and the glory

The day after later I knew I'd arrived
I sailed my boat down the news superdrive

did nothing to stop it, the news caught on fire
You been sleeping with me, it was men you desired.

Searching in Death

The key to your wishes aint what it seems
The process of life is never as it seems
Things are hidden, not displayed.
This is the way life is made.
Atoms occur and clash at random
Destiny's orbit forever in tandem
You sink into your faith and accept
The ending, your meaning and your death.

Rosie Aherne

Charles and Molly Kinsley

Irish Census 1911 Kinsley Record

Kinsley Family