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Irish SoulIrish Soul
The echoes of the past
roar in a the ever present thunder
of waves beating against the rocky shore,
where ghosts seem to linger behind every
turn of stone, and history breathes
within the sighs of the wind,
which still carry faintly the music
of the bards which once prevailed.
In the passing years,
beneath the yolk of the church
which now appears to prevail,
there is an ancient voice
that will not be eclipsed
and still the lore of the
Druid's live upon the lips,
and within the hearts
of the people.
The legend of the fae,
and the spirit of the land
remain just as pervasive
upon this day as it was through
the centuries more than thousands of years
ago.
It is the Heathen soul
which will always be kept alive,
and never broken
or forsaken,
however others may try,
the power still beats strong
of the mysteries once held,
a mystic thread never to be severed.
11:32 PM - 3/17/2010 - comments {0} - post commentInfertile WishesInfertile Wishes
The world is carved
unfair with a taste of
bitter irony,
cynically
we can only but laugh
if we wish to stay sane.
This "gift"
as other's would have it,
so neatly coveted
among those cruelly denied,
while I look in disdain
and squander it
without gratitude
for the condition.
What they remorse in
gladly I would
bear their unnatural
naturalness
the dead inside,
which for me
would mean
a simple convenience
and a preferable
state of things.
For all the useless
surgeries which have been
conceived
for mere purposes of vanity,
I would happily
give up my womb
to another in exchange
for one that does not produce.
To sit there dead inside me,
what others may dread
I should be quite
contended with.
I have no need for
ovulation,
it is but a burden to me,
give me instead
empty silence,
dark hallow chambers,
while another
desirous of the sacred right
of motherhood
denied by nature
might instead take of mine
what I would toss aside.
5:13 PM - 2/24/2010 - comments {0} - post commentThe Painted WhoreThe Painted Whore
She was condemned to death
by the House built upon hypocrisy,
when she was forced to watch
as those who danced beneath the moon
were put to slaughter, their spirituality
ripped from within their breast
to be force fed the ideology
of another.
She rose above to command
her own armies to defend the livelihood
which has lived long before word spread
in the wind of this new found deity,
for her courage and her strength,
her defiance against the burning hate
she was labeled by the men who walked
beneath the banner of their "God of Peace"
as villain most vile and an embodiment of evil.
While they preach their stories of a God
whom commanded his love be proved through
a man's willingness to put to slaughter
his only son, she was demonized by
whispered rumors of children put to death
upon heathen altars.
Believing their righteousness is found
within their masculinity, but because she
instead did not bow upon her knees before them
in proper humility, rather embraced
the power of her feminity, because her lips
were painted red, and she laughed in the face
of their God with scorn, she was thrown from her
tower and they danced with glee as wild dogs
ripped her to shreds.
And yet, they still contest that she
was the evil one.
5:56 PM - 2/15/2010 - comments {0} - post commentYou Were Never the OneYou Were Never the One
It was
raw animal
magnetism
Static electricity
which set off
a spark
of attraction
like synapses
firing
Undeniably
a pull is felt
caught within
charisma's
web
Enhanced
by rare
wisps
of tenderness
Small fires
still burn
a candle kept
not snuffed out
Still
drawn apart
our lives
would never
fit together
in completion
like
yin & yang
Primitive
wantings
of the body
invariably
suspended
Not quite lust
not enough love
but a friction
unfading
requiring
to be placed
aside
Never to break
into the light of day
but only to live
in passing
private
moments
of the mind.
11:08 PM - 2/11/2010 - comments {0} - post commentThe Death of a TribeThe Death of a TribeA world once held inside, cradled through the avenues of the mind, breathing through memories, racing across the body's planes. So fragile an existence for a nation contained within this solitary vessel, all their knowledge, joy, and sorrows, the many faces now dead live solely through a lone survivor. Vanishing as soon as the last light darkened behind the eyes, with no children to carry the spark beyond she became grandmother of a tribe, keeper of traditions which stretch back through time. The world could shudder and cry at the loss, a civilization left now only scattered bones, gone forever a language which will have no voice to carry its melodies. How many stories now will be left to fall away into the dust, how soon will it be forgotten, along the paths they once walked, just as their footprints have been swept away, so too will the traces of their long yet brief existences on this earth disappear. 11:38 PM - 2/7/2010 - comments {0} - post commentYour Are Not Lost, Yet Cannot Be FoundYour Are Not Lost, Yet Cannot Be Found
Why is it
whenever my feelings are tender
and I am ready to speak
you are nowhere?
And when you appear
I feel myself silenced
by self-doubt
Why is it
that fate has dictated
we never draw near again?
And though I long to reclaim
a lost relic of the past
I know it is impossible
Why is it
life has swept you away
and I confused
caught between my pendulums sway
watched you slip through?
And now there is only dust
upon the shelves
with no hope of returning
to our Eden days
10:27 AM - 2/7/2010 - comments {0} - post commentLove Among Dead StarsLove Among Dead Stars
I slip into you falling into the inky darkness of your love. Tentatively feeling around each other seeking for answers among this graveyard of stars where we find each other. Lying all limbs entangled in figures of infinity there is no beginning there is no end. A perpetual understanding that our universe is defined only by questions so we can only accept the offered embrace. Comforted by the knowledge of each other even if we stand a million miles away. Our souls touch still silently without words without need only in a purity of unity. The oneness we create amid our confused and clumsy efforts to grasp at something more. Content only to slide into the reality of you and me. 10:07 AM - 2/6/2010 - comments {0} - post commentWhen You See Only A Stranger in the MirrorWhen You See Only A Stranger in the Mirror
Before the mirror the image reflected
tells a lie and conceals the truth inside;
what the world sees is only a stranger,
a separate being not truly yourself,
but another self that has taken over;
now trapped behind the prison of flesh
others await you to play the part.
Locked alone within the dark
as words obscene dance through your thoughts,
(freak, weirdo, sexual deviant, mentally deranged)
what others would judge if you fail to entertain
their illusion of what identity means,
that the skin you wear on the outside must fit
your feelings on the inside.
Is it a crime if deep within you shelter
a blossoming young woman who only wishes
to be beautiful and have the freedom of expression,
(to where lipstick rosy red, paint her nails pink, strut in high heels, twirling in a swank black dress)
simple pleasures denied when your insides don't match your outsides,
and all you see reflected back to you is misplaced masculinity.
If there were a perfect God somewhere
was it only a cruel joke to be forever
entrapped within the wrong body
crying in the solitude of mockery of those
who demand you dance to their tune of normality.
10:10 AM - 1/27/2010 - comments {0} - post commentWhen He Loves HeWhen He Loves He
Tentively fingers touch with uneven smiles, shyly we advance into our explorations of opposite selves, a purity of a moment sealed in innocent love which unfolds like blossoms of spring may stand condemned in the world's eye, but nothing can tarnish the tenderness of your fingers upon my face when our eyes meet to explode in boundless eternities, quivering as gently as a leaf under the kiss of near still winds our souls are free in the endless possibilities of love born from the beauty offered in your heart, what little difference would be made of like meeting like, what little significance placed upon joint anatomy, if the essence of our feeling could be seen, touched, felt, love they say is blind, but so to, it is sexless, you, my everything, all the world I need, we in sanctuary will love for eternity untarnished. 8:07 PM - 1/23/2010 - comments {0} - post commentEverlasting BeautyEverlasting BeautyHer elegance becomes her draped within midnight's veil of mystery, as the winds strum sweetly upon the stars to play her serenade. Quivering in ethereal immortality histories silent witness Never changing eternal beauty passing through our lives untouched Countless souls connected through words she inspired Her cold touch ever reaching alights the spirits fire Awed beneath her gaze as she travels through time yet so intimately felt by those caught within her starry webs. 9:58 PM - 1/14/2010 - comments {0} - post commentFar Away BoysInspired by the song Far Away Boys by Flogging Molly
Far Away Boys He remembers a pair of eyes green as the Emerald Isle, her smile, morning sunshine sweet gentle warmth, as they fade away into the dust and dirt, the vast land of endless beige sand and a sun that was not a lover nor a friend. Far away boys Far away boys In a stolen scrap of shade he will drift away to the taste of her lips, never to forget her precious scent but awakened to gun smoke and only blood upon cracked lips which haven't been touched in longer then he can recall. Far away boys Far away boys The seasons pass unnoticed here as they tell him when Summer slid into Winter and Spring waits upon the crest, but instead of life he finds only more death and a growing will to die. Beneath the heart and relentless pain, again he'll close his eyes to slip away into her waiting arms, and there she glows an angle to set him free. Far away boys Far away boys He knows this vision of her face is the last he'll ever see as her image disappears into sand "I'll see you in Hell boys" the last words he ever hears and he will die within her arms to whisper sweet good-bye upon the burning winds, he won't come home again. Far away boys far away....... 9:53 PM - 1/5/2010 - comments {0} - post commentYou Are My EarthYou Are My Earth
You are my Earth
steady beneath my feet
you carry your own
gravitational pull
that brings me down
into your warm comfort
which does not fail
nor recede
but remains
to sustain me.
As I am like the wind
ill-tempered
without warning
given to bursts of tantrums
unpredictable
sometimes biting cold
through the bones
or an angry hot breath
but on gentle mornings
and winter nights
a whisper in your ear
a reminder
that even when still
always here.
You are vital water
my sustaining nourishment
a cool comfort
ready to embrace
engulfing me
a thousand lapping tongues
welcome me
you alter your course
with the shifting tides
and down beneath
hide the power
which may at a moment
be unleashed
an unstoppable force
but you cradle my falls
and carry me on.
While I burn hot like a fire
devouring destruction
consuming all within my rages
spreading quickly without mercy
swift to ignite I blaze my own path
leaving behind only the ash
but when tempered
I warm you on cold nights
I can build walls of flame around you
against the world and light
your way through the darkness.
You anchor me down
and hold me back
you are the cooling touch
to soothe my wrath
you are the grounding earth
to my unstable winds
you are the rejuvenating waters
to my scorching infernos.
8:50 PM - 1/4/2010 - comments {0} - post commentThe Girl and Her NameThe Girl and Her Name
She had a name like
some exotic far away
with syllables rolling off the tongue
which made you think
of sensual hip swaying,
suggestions of perfumed silk
and a dance in smokey dens,
you would believe the stars
lived within her eyes,
and her hair rolled in black
midnight.
But as the wind sighs
that was only a name,
a sound like a song,
and what the melody could
conjure up like a breath that
escapes, vanishing into space.
She was not her name,
and once the fixation
with her vowels began to fade
away, only she is left
within its place, a girl
who was not born upon a desert island
with eyes that never glimpsed the
cosmos.
But she could not be blamed
for never understanding how her name
became an entity beyond the reach
of her narrow grip.
10:07 PM - 1/3/2010 - comments {0} - post commentMy Lady ChaosMy Lady Chaos
Her eyes flayed me
into ribbons
as the venom
upon her lips
burns through me.
We watch
the night turn red
and I feel the fire
of her nails
peel away my flesh.
My breath
stands still
like a stagnant pool
imagining the hum
of breeding
mosquitoes
waiting
to eat me
alive
from the inside.
And she laughs
with the grate
of sandpaper
all gravel
and broken glass.
Her smile
splits open the sky
and the rain
like knives
lances though
whatever is left of me.
Broken upon
the rocks of her caresses
smashed
into her jagged sides
there is no illusion
I live so she can
tear me down.
In the end
rendered
by your
affection.
8:21 PM - 1/2/2010 - comments {0} - post commentWinter's MasqueradeWinter's Masquerade
Your lies fall away
frozen upon the floor
black and gold
against the snow
which whispers
of a forgotten fairy tale
blank eyes
fixated upon the stars
lost within captured memories
incapable of shutting out
the snow flakes.
You have lost your mask
silently the story is told
upon painted lips
stolen romances
evaporate
within the winter air
fading away.
You no longer recognize
yourself within the mirror
for the forgotten face
left behind
where a melody still plays
from long distant days
concealed behind
the harlequins
disguise.
11:01 PM - 12/30/2009 - comments {0} - post commentMy TotemMy Totem
Falcon:
far-seer
perched high above
with eyes that judge
weighing the landscape with care
proud in plumage and
regal posture
King of the Wind
unshamefully free.
Serpent:
transformitive power
seeking the secrets of darkness
held in balance between two worlds
deceptive but ill-deceived
whispering of knowledge concealed
caught between the suns power
and lunar lure
Fire Lord
flaring desire.
Arachnid:
weaver of dreams
cosmic Grandmother
capturing the stars in celestial web
purveyor of patience
awaiting upon untold truths
inspiring the bursting
ingenuity of the soul.
Wolf:
bound to the coven of the moon
hunters in the night
their song speaks of love
and speaks of pain
keeper of eternal wisdom
in their eyes quiet understanding
Masters of the Earth.
Crocodile:
savage independence
a force of sheer raw power
lying low with observant eyes
solitary contemplations
beneath rippling strength
and thick skins
a touch of tenderness rarely seen
shifting like the shades of a stream
Queen of the Dark Waters
coiled in ambition.
3:38 PM - 12/10/2009 - comments {0} - post commentThe One You Never Want but Always NeedThe One You Never Want but Always Need
Winter
is that girl you know
who is too much bone,
all hard elbows
and pointed knees,
she never quite sits right
and keeps bruising
your insides.
Her far away eyes
are not to be obtained
even when she pleads
you fear she will only
make you bleed.
A little too pale,
you never quite know
if she is pretty or not quite so;
a touch of the asymmetrical
with wide owl eyes,
an upturned nose,
and lips that could never
say no.
When she smiles it seems
to go on for days,
but there is a little
hard-edge, like knife blades.
She is the one
you know you must give up,
but she whispers your name
and before you can look away
you fall into her embrace,
left cut upon her angles,
only her laughter remains.
Once she has slipped
out the door
you know you will mourn;
dancing in the rain of her wake
when the sun glows
it is to the North
you turn your gaze.
4:38 PM - 12/8/2009 - comments {1} - post commentDark DaysDark Days
Memories of you of what you have been through of what once you were haunt me for the pain that you took away from those smoke-filled blood and fear days. Always between us this part of you forever beyond my reach, however much I strive I cannot reconstruct the ruins in your mind now filled with bad dreams. But you may feel me close my voice in your ear my presence surrounding you to try and ease away the echoes of gunshot that ring true with the skull-grins and dead eyes mocking through the sleepless nights. May my love burn like a candle flame through that darkness of your past which flash like photographs that will never fade away, but I will never cease with sweet kisses and words of comfort gentle touches to quiet those screams. 9:21 AM - 12/4/2009 - comments {0} - post commentMen Who BleedMen Who Bleed
There is a voice
Eyes watching
Lingering on the fringe
Those who must
How unfortunate
Isolated in their pain
When will they too
How readily they
Yet when they weep
Shuddering in the corner 11:36 PM - 11/29/2009 - comments {0} - post commentNative SoulNative Soul
The country celebrates what was gained from our pain while the land still runs with the blood from the innocence slaughtered within the wind the screams echo across the Earth. Each drop of rain weeping for the suffering, as others walk across the bones to reap their greed and rape the soil without a thought of looking back. And this is what others have to be thankful for the stolen souls ripped from Native hearts. Where once the drums in steady rhythm played beneath Sister Moon watching from above. Now only silence for the voices which have been muted. Others isolated in their security built upon the backs of the fallen, the forgotten. The memories are but faint impressions, banished from their sheltered walls. The ones who no longer hear the Earth sing, and sweep away the spirits pulsing once through everything, as so much dust within the way. But somewhere there still flickers a flame that will forever burn through eternity. 10:55 PM - 11/25/2009 - comments {0} - post comment
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