Bans Demon

Blackly grows the mood,

Gathering and swirling

Like clouds upon the horizon

 

Errant strikes of pain

Flash in reddened eyes

Hackles raised in lust

 

Anger rumbles harshly

Thundering recklessly

Teeth bared and gleaming

 

Like swirls of rain

Sorrow pools in pain

Gathering reprisal

 

Muddied streaks of thought

Unclear and venomous

Streak across my eyes

 

Uncaring words, scathing

From lips and fingers

Seeking only oblivion

 

Pain builds in anger

Retribution burns

Rampant and seething

 

Searching, longing

Looking for victim

For hellish glee

 

Taste the darkness

Acidic and deadly

Seeking union in

 

Touch through agony

Of scars and burdens

From yesterday

 

Banfiadh copywrite 2007

Heretic

Heretic

You fear to look me in the eyes

What cowardice in your soul lies

Pray to your god, The Lord of Flies

What will you do when your body dies

Set yourself upon a pedestal

To try and tear another down

Portray yourself as better than

Till you meet Arrawn’s Hounds

Bigotry and hatred lies and ignorance

Have atrophied your souls eternal grace

Your blind sorry assed self righteousness

Have helped repress the human race

Fundamentally its simple

Kill all of your fears

And tear down the temples

That bore us through uncounted years

To save a soul you thought you’d lost

Yet it was never yours to save

Trade in blind hypocrisy defrayed a faithless cost

Now the ways of power and love to you are estranged

The wheel has turned and you dread the change

The lies you’ve lived do dissolve

Hatred and fear will never solve

Two thousand years of misery

Treasure of the churches Heresy

Banfiadh copywrite 1997

 

An Afterthought.

I realize that for some people, raised largely in the recent era of the hyphenated, truncated sound byte and info blurb; that extended reading is perhaps difficult for you.

You have grown up in a time where information is condensed, summarized and streamlined to the point to where much relevant thought is lost and falls by the way side.

For those of you, all I can do is tell you that I am sorry for your loss. While not everyone reads or writes at the same level, it was once a mark of adulthood to have the ability to focus for longer periods of time and to invest some effort into thought and study. It is NOT my fault, that the world has changed and that you have allowed this change to affect your life.

I do hope however, that you do learn to focus, to pay attention and to invest yourself into your life and into your learning potential and ability.

WOLF

Silence

A raven sat beside me

In silence for a time

Lost in silent company

Heartbeats pacing rhyme

Words flow often freely

Yet oft lost behind the din

Touch of feelings flowing

From the calm that lies within

In the haste of learning

There comes a silent cost

Can one sit within the quiet

Without spirit feeling lost?

Frantic haste fades slowly

With no fraught anxiety

Trust is growing wholly

Replacing fear sown seed

Joy the easy flow of words

Yet I love the silence true

And raven sat beside me

As I sat in silence too

Banfiadh copywrite 2005

Her Heart

She rides beside my spirit

Deep calm within the storm

Her presence surrounds me

Embraced within her arms

 

Just behind my eyes she fly’s

First thought that greets the day

There within the rainfall

Within the moons soft rays

 

Her voice, it comes upon me

Soft melody on the wind

Woven now within my soul

She strums my heartstrings low

 

Vibrantly she speaks to me

Touching places hid away

Tomorrows are much brighter now

As her heart resides with me

 

Banfiadh 7/11/2007

Pagan Harmony

Sacred ground and sacred rite

Skyclad bodies dancing round

Blazing fire on Bealtine night

Power building until unbound

Blessed Goddess, Great Horned God

Come to us this sabatt night

Herne the Hunter and Arianrhod

Dance with us till dawning light

Spiral in then spiral out

A greeting kiss a knowing nod

Magick flows round all about

Woven ribbons round Maypole rod

A circle cast a circle danced

Laughing, chanting glowing flight

Power seen by witch’s glance

Silvered beings in bright moonlight

Ancient ones and ancient ways

Gnomes and Drakes, Slyphs and Undines

Bring us fertile sunlit days

Unshod feet trace ancient lines

Lead us on the Spiral path

Dance up the crops in summers time

Newfound wisdom to help us laugh

Harvests bounty and Autumn wine

Young winsome lass and gracious mother

Be grateful child for Goddess’ love

Yet the crone claims all like a long lost mother

As the God of summer thunders above

Winter, spring, summer and fall, silver wheel turns them all

God of Horns protects and watches

Birth, life, death and rebirth the path laid for us all

As the fates weave the matches

Fall is past and winters come

Live joyously and honestly

As another turn of the wheel is done

An it harm none so mote it be

Life comes again as spring draws near

Love Of Goddess, now let it be

Love the Goddess, now let it be

Love each other as she loves thee

And heed well children

The living dance of Harmony

banfiadh copywrite 1996

Heart Slayer

Pain so bleak my spirit weeps in lonely dying sighs

I look upon the world through torn and bloody eyes

 

I’ve cast aloft the essence of my lone immortal soul

Have thus returned from thee quite often less than whole

 

Why would thou want to touch me with intentions less than true

I’ve walked the lonely road for oh so long that nothing else will do

 

Ethereal kiss through moment’s bliss before lighting strikes again

Why should I learn to trust those ones to whom truth’s a common sin

 

You tell me time and time again you have my best at heart

But every time your work comes through you tear the world apart

 

Widow though you say your not although it seems to be

Every one you’ve touched so far has paid dearly just like me

 

The one who stand beside you are loyal to a fault

But when you see behind their eyes you ferret out the rot

 

How many times have I heard what soon turned out a lie

And then you have the nerve to say that Im the reason why

 

Why fault is fault and wrong is wrong I don’t understand

Why you cannot see the truth that on each owns a person stands

 

To share the load and labor of life’s often screwed up trails

Upon each other you must lean on and surely you may fail

 

But when that load it only flows unto thee and thou and thine

And prevaricate when payments do that is where I draw the line

 

I wouldn’t call you black widow, it’s true your prey survives

But everyone it seems you’ve touched their heart is what you’ve slain

 

So though you have your reason so often tried and true

You’ve told me way to many lies to place much faith in you

 

One short step and then im gone though who knows the hour due

At that finite point in time you will find it all on you.

 

Banfiadh copywrite 2005