Eoin was prolific during his lifetime in terms of his writing and his musical output.  He self-published two short poetry books and it was his wish that he would publish a full poetry anthology by his 30th birthday.  Here are some of his writings and recordings. Eoin's anthology was published posthumously and can be purchased here.

A young man deliberates on love and what to do with it.

Slink
away
Go down on the ground
Ground the electricity
Of too many thoughts
Static & inert
 
Your love is a child
Your love has no eyes
Your love only sees your love
And only sees with your love
So how/why/when will/should
you trust/give in to/accept
Your love?
 
Unrequited – your love is your love
Requited – your love is your love
When you’re in love
When you see in love
Can you find an agent
to act on your behalf?
to act on the behalf of love?
Who can/do you find?
 
And the old psychiatrist
the old anti-psychiatry psychiatrist
said:
 
life is for living
life is to struggle
    to hurt
To distance your self
To hide away is death
                 is to die
I’ve seen too many people
      get hurt once and say
      “never again.”
No. That is not the way.
 
And you know that it’s true
because your heart says so
Says I told you so
Says all a heart can say
Says love.
 
Love in spite of friend’s advice
Love in spite of Friend’s advice
Love in spite of any songwriter’s
         advice
Love like you have no brain
People try to control things –
         he said – this can not
         be done.
 
So Love.
And speak of Love.
And write Love a thousand times
         until it’s no longer a cliché.
 
A woman enters the train
Shivering Crying I didn’t
look at her – I wasn’t fac-
ing her direction. Some-
ones taking care of it –
There’s nothing I can do.
This weekend I might
see you – leaning over
a cup of coffee
into what I’m saying.
 
12 Mar 15

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The results of a jam between Eoin, John Treacy and Richard Murray.  Lyrics, drumming and singing all by Eoin.

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​Sonnet II

Morning and no glass of orange juice
At least the taste of stale pizza has left
Last night I went out with some new friends
Well, new enough – and one old friend too
And we talked to newer friends – new strangers too
A girl called Lilly Mary who I could not
Stop looking at after we had a chat
And she would look at the ground and smile
As though she were a friend of the ground
And she would look at the space where no-one
Stands and smile as though she were a friend
Of the space, and other friends of the space  
And I would look at her and smile as though
Our eyes were just about to make contact.
 
                                                17 Mar 15
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​"Song with Eamonn and Tom (sorry about the horn)" - ​Eoin's soundcloud

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​Band of Clouds

Ephemeral, through an open tunnel,
communal air, nodding heads, slowly,
dis-chord, harmony, out of chord,
community yet indie-vidual
    Spirit-ritual, rite-of-passage
      into this pub on a cloud,
     a common cloud of the mind,
the bodies rejoice, the bodies
will rejoice
                                     15:57
                                     De Barra’s
                                     23-Sep-2012
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​The Stream - first encounter

I sway over the stream, with one foot on a rock
And study with my eyes, the dips and flows and dives.

The broken branches, weathered rocks,
even the weeds - all brothers of a single dream
- sing to me from the stream.

My head begins to bow, into a darker deep
When suddenly, it catches me - 
riding the dips, tangled in weeds
         - a feather dancing in it's sea!
Forgotten star, betrayed to gravity.
And what are we?
But feathers caught within a stream.
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     2010

To Shannon
​Advice For Turning 20

Think of me, I'm twenty-three
But I couldn't speak
Truely to you
While offering advice for turning
20. But still, here is something
I might have liked to hear:
           
Don't play catch up –
You will fall further
& further away
From who you are
If you're trying to catch
Up with other people.
 
Know yourself enough
To know if you like
someone's company or not.
If you don't, that's not
A failing you have, it's not
Something you need to work on
 
It's people are dull
To people who are dull.
 
Sometimes I look at someone
Who I once really liked
As a friend or something else,
And they don't seem to be
There at all – because they aren't
There with me, and then I lose
All attraction to them,
 
And instantly become more
Attracted to myself.
 
The best favours you can give
Are to yourself, I find,
And if you are ever really helping
Someone else, you'll feel
Like you are helping yourself.
And if you don't feel like
You are helping yourself
Then quit it, get out of it
As soon as you can
Because nobody cares about
You further than they care
About themselves, except
Your parents.
 
But here's me, going on,
Giving memories disguised
As advice.
 
In my eyes you seem to be doing
Well, because you seem
To be there
When you are there
And that is enough.
 
            Happy 20 years,
Goodbye teen-hood!
This is where you start
To really find your feet
(I find).
 
                                                                                    4 July 15

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The results of a jam between Eoin, John Treacy and Nikki Burke, part of the Chinese Elevator Music project.  

The words are from Eoin's poem "Can't pull there lad". Eoin is playing home made drums, made with the help of his father.
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​“A Journey Poem”

                                              22–1–15
                                         Cork–Heuston
                             [edited on the Heuston–Cork]
 
Leching on the train
A girl with crossed legs,
a business suit & elvish shoes,
on a mini laptop–doing
work?–is sitting
opposite me.
 
I’m about her age
but I’m a student
In rusty chinos,
a blue hoody
and a shaggy mop of hair.
 
(to write “a Journey Poem”)
must I ask her how she’s doing?
What is she doing? What’s her
name? It all seems so absurd:
She’s Irish! There are no castles
I could show her, no pubs that
I could bring her to, no stories
about our culture that she hasn’t
heard before–or that she would
like to hear.
 
Where is our common ground?
I’m not “a player”, as they say.
 
So now’s the time
–sometime on this train ride
a journey will begin or slip
away.
            –the train stops under
a bridge–
            “a funny place to stop,”
I say
            “I know ya, we’re in
the middle of nowhere.”
            “Maybe there’s a robbery
–a train robbery.”
She laughs then chokes on it
–Journey over.
 
as I was saying:
            it’s our everyday routine.
And most days, I think we know,
these journeys come
and go elsewhere
As we stay on the tracks
and get off at the terminals.

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