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

Angelic Voice, version 1

Soft sweet sound of music do I hear

Aloft on angelic voice to touch my ear

I’ve raged across ten thousand years

Lost with no hope and deep in fear

 

    A passing glance at amorous play

     A drifting thought across life’s way

     A passing ship set to sail that day

     A chanced meeting but who can say

 

Sounding chimes within stopped time

My heart is spilt in lilting rhyme

Where love blooms their is no crime

Only fear holds lovers to that line

 

    A passing glance at amorous play

     A drifting thought across life’s way

     A passing ship set to sail that day

     A chanced meeting but who can say

 

So your hear my heart and hear it true

I have no fear of how I feel for you

The closer steps bring nearer view

When that Angelic voice came thru

 

Banfiadh copywrite 2005

 

Angelic Voice, version 2

Have you ever heard thunder on a cloudless sunny day?

Never have you heard a sound that took your breath away?

Have you ever heard the ticking of ancient timeless clock?

Then you heard the music that caused all time to stop?

When walking down the road of pain alone there came a gentle rain

Thrust through heart like daggers, releasing spirit from its chain?

 

I have.

 

Have you never touched another from a lifetime far away

With bitten lip and lilting sigh that begged to come and play

Within the core, deep inside a child lays bound to neglects lock

Silenced alone in misery while crying silent destiny is shocked

Have you ever heard the sound of life’s most cleansing rain

The crying sound of angel’s voice when she’s released from pain?

 

I Have

 

Banfiadh copywrite 2005

Tryst of Truth

Therein lies the very heart of all those tragic woes

Whereby sparks the start of whatever evil grows

Know ye that the lying tongue, oft destroys the truth.

Gone the simple trust that was once the grace of youth.

 

Whence the wonder on ones face upon the shadow fall

Whimsy cast upon your fate within your hidden all.

So far upon your yesterday cross branded on your lips.

Cursed to suffer silently within your shallow rift.

 

When the trust that one claims dear from self turns away.

Upon your heart the leaden fear grows slow into dismay.

Dishonor follows languidly as within your bed ye lay

Paths of falsehood lay within to grip you in its maze.

 

Wander not so idly why your trusts so hard to give.

When in kind you cross the line within white lies you live.

Small falsities lead to a road with a never ending twist.

When within you lay’s the truth in long forgotten tryst.

 

Copyright2008banfiadh

 

Two Worlds

Two Worlds

 

One foot here and one foot there.

Places seen where most don’t dare.

The side that sees the winding road

And one that guides the brush.

 

Iron cage and bracelet links

Just aint my cup of tea.

Wish the motherfuckers

Would stop and let me be.

 

Live my life my own way

An’ try to tread on none.

Swing the blade of vengeance

Disguised in artistry.

 

What really does it matter

If I choose to wear a lid.

Life is never safe you see,

No matter what you did.

 

I ride because I have to,

Wind between my teeth

Art the guise that mirrors soul

And what resides in me.

 

Soul that never bowed

To staid conformity

Heart that beats, reddened

Wildly and free.

 

Ride alone or with another.

Miles beneath my feet.

Wind and water, fire and earth

Keeps me in that seat.

 

Paid those dues and all the rest

And pay em twice again.

Not quite crossing far enough

For life in souless pen.

 

Walk along the razor line.

One hand upon the blade.

Touch the knife to taste the ink

In which a life is laid.

 

I ride because of wild love

For places I haven’t been.

High among the peaks

And low across the land.

 

Keep the gas tank full

Leathers close at hand

Through the rainy morning

Or burning sunlit grand.

 

I ride because I have to

Fly both swift and free

Roving like the ancients

Across the lands unseen.

 

So lay me in the corners,

fast and flying low.

Upon an open endless road

Destination long unknown.

 

Banfiadh – copywrite2009

Faith

The morning trickles by languidly

Indolent seconds hand crawls, eyeless

Scribed in winsome remembrance

Soft treasures measured in rhapsody

Rebellious in reluctance of motion

Eternities die upon an eyelash dewdrop

Framed by golden halos in cerulean prism

Time captured, waits idly upon the shelf

Each moment distilled from priceless memory

Gleaned from precious moments spent with you

Words and thoughts flow in symphony

Brush’s dancing across invisible canvas

Seeking true form and shape of moments past

They glide swiftly ahead seeking true form

Restlessly awaiting our tomorrow’s

Breath parting waiting lips

Eternity poised upon finger tips

Future memories unfold in ecstasy

Within the moments dreaming

 

banfiadh copywrite Sep2012

Dance Tomorrow

Come dance with me, in the rain

Bare of skin and shame

Under sun or pale moon

Early morn or soft twilight

 

Woven from the silk

Of daydreams silent webs

Cast aloft on feathers

Of hope that wasn’t said

 

Come play with me, lady

In a mountain stream

A still quiet pool

On by a shady dream

 

Laugh with me softly

In deep shadowed night

Share life with me

In the dark or light

 

Walk with me tomorrow

Or could be yesterday

Stroll within the memories

Of what we have to say

 

Sit with me in quietude

Free from soul’s solitude

Hand in hand gently

In each others arms

 

Come dance with me, in the rain

Of tomorrow yet unknown

Look toward the memory

Of days we haven’t yet

 

 

Banfiadh copywrite Sep2012

Journey

Visions of her wake me daily with a smile

Though some roads remain yet to cross

The vast expanse of hope spreads before

Radiant in the presence of rebirth

 

Thoughts of this one lift the burdens of life

From battle scarred and weary shoulders

Dawn by dusk the journey draws ever shorter

Life the scent that leads wayfarer on

 

Though life has certain fragility’s through time

Trust builds the path I believe I follow

Slow solid and with rising confident pace

Long traveled steps devour the homebound way

 

Though I fear little the journeys end

Though the lord of shadow’s were to wait

For this I would forfeit lives of the future

For the simple touches of a new existence

 

Far better to try then to run from fears of past

For only in the steps of self belief can one live

The past settles slowly in the western sea

Greeted and tempered by the first gleam of dawn

 

Banfiadh2007

Mothers Plea

Can you hear my lost children, through the noise of your machines?

Do you see what you are doing as the world around you screams?

The cancer of your avarice has spread throughout my spirit.

It’s reflected in your bodies as diseases take your dearest.

You think you can deny me and it’s your death that’s truly near.

Don’t you realize wayward children that I’m not what you should fear?

Yet you seek to see yourself apart from the flesh that gives you life

And think quite mistakenly that you’re beyond the cost of strife.

Mounds of Stone hacked from my flesh in which you hide your eyes

You Mother ground beneath you yet you seek the sky for lies.

You pillage from my body sustenance for souls desires

And you burn my fragile skin with chemically wrought fire

You’ve tapped the blood stream deep within and smiled on the way

Still you seek to consume it all with no thought to repay.

Life reflects in cycles round, through which your spirit flows

Yet you’ve turned away from things of which you need to know.

Turned your face away from me though a few still hold the keys

I wait for you to return to me on green skirted weary knees

Invented Gods supplant me though all things have I provided

Upon a world of decaying hate your civilization stands divided

You quibble like lost children over morsels or tawdry bits of skin

In blind greed you destroy the home I am, this is your greatest sin.

All things I’ve set before you although your priest’s deny

To think that one who never hears loves you, simply makes me sigh

Yet will you heed the warnings loud now that Ire is born

Will you understand the words, that drive the coming storm

Without me my lost children, no life you’d ever had.

I care not what you call my Lord but your Mothers getting mad.

So please my children heed me and turn from your wicked ways.

The life you think you thought you’d built has reached its final days.

Yet there are still those few among you who seek a better way

Turn away from your greed and let your hearts come out to play

Banfiadh – copywright 2007

Getting started . .

Wow. Where’s the how to guide for this place?

Of course I’ve been pretty busy running like mad and perhaps, slightly amok trying to get situated and dug in a bit for winter time. It was quite a jump, not spur of the moment but long planned, derailed, re-started, derailed again and finally, successful.

Moving here that is, to where I am now. I’ve been wanting to return home for almost ten years, kicking myself all the while for leaving here in the first place. It suits my nature, my dreams, my life . . and overall my attitude. The journey to get here was more than just the drive. Although I’ve never made a move that was quite this troublesome, that alone was just the half of it.

I tried to get back here from Florida, then from Minnesota and finally Colorado. Digging in, working trying to stay sane and building a bike along the way. Everything was going fairly well, and then through some fault of my own, not entirely, but I had my part in it, everything just kind of crumbled apart anyway. Fighting with unemployment, getting cut off, scrambling to find some sort of decent employment, working 80 hour weeks to save the money, and finally, I felt I had enough to get on with it. I should have saved a few thousand more I think. I’m not broke, but I was getting a little teeny bit nervous this last week, even though it has only been a month.

The drive here? Wow! I replaced my water pump, rear differential, front bearings, rotors, pads and one u-joint. That was all a pain in the Rump. The water pump went the day I picked up the trailer to load up and roll out. Then I blew a power steering line and had to replace that as well. That day, something went ‘pop’ in my clutch as well. It didn’t appear to be a bad release bearing, but something wasn’t right. I had to keep adjusting the throw for the clutch to keep it working.

With my friends helping, it only took about 3 or 4 hours to load the bike and belonging into the trailer tightly. After a nap, I finally rolled out about 9pm to take advantage of the cooling air. 90 degrees wasn’t so cool. I started having trouble before I really got out of Colorado Springs. Something popped rolling out of town, my temperatures were running a lot higher than they should have been but by that point in time, I was pretty determined to head home, so on I rolled.

I fought the clutch, the rising temperatures, erratic performance and a few oh nos all the way through Denver. I was pretty heavy, a 4,000 pound truck and at least that much weight with the trailer and my bike and belongings. Stopping was a lot less than exciting, but I moderated that by keeping lots of distance between myself and other people. It took me I don’t know, perhaps four hours to make it to Cheyenne Wyoming. I tossed it in for the night there and slept in the truck.

I checked everything over in the morning, a few minor adjustments, tire check, and checked fluid levels. Everything seemed normal and my timing was good, so I rolled out fairly early. This was one of the longest days of my life. I ended up stopping three times between Cheyenne and Casper. Coaxing one more mile out of things, stalling, stuttering, barely able to creep up the hills and spending a lot of time chugging up the shoulders. My truck just would not run well, and kept overheating. In Douglas, I suddenly smelled gear oil and pulled over and ate. I crawled under the truck and found out my pinion nut was loose and spent time tightening it up and topping off the differential. I ended up on the side of the road at least 3 times waiting for the truck to cool off. The heat was intense, not quite Arizona, but blistering on the side of the road. I replaced fuel lines in Glenrock, south of Caspar, crossed my fingers and went on my way. I think it took me two more hours to get to Caspar. I know it was somewhere around noon or one o’clock. I pulled into Caspar for fuel and a break. My poor cat looked like a pizza. He just laid there most of the time, or curled up in blankets I had stuffed in the truck. I ended up having to wet him down quite a bit. He would just sit there and let me soak him down.

Right in the middle of the main drag. The truck stuttered, died and resisted everything to get it running again. I was freaking out pretty good, the last thing I needed was a nuisance tow, police issues and excessive costs. I sat there about 15 minutes trying to figure out how I could get my truck out of the road and a couple of 20 something guys pulled up, whipped out a tow chain and drug me into a parking lot. I was instantly relieved, just getting out of the road where I could really look at what was going on. I had a wild hunch my fuel pump was DOA, supported by an empty carburetor. I walked across the street and asked for a parts store. A street or two over and a block up. I looked out the door and I could see the sign! I walked over, and they had one fuel pump for my engine. Not over priced either. I had it changed within minutes and fueled up and rolled out.

The drive got better from there, not much but it was better. I was still struggling up hills and running too hot. Not as bad but I knew at least part of the issue was resolved. I still had all sorts of problems shifting and downshifting, but was mostly able to roll along. I stopped in Buffalo. By the time I got to Buffalo I was feeling whupped. I found food, bought a spray bottle to douse the cat with and completely chilled for an hour or so and fueled up again. I was determined to at least pull into Billings that night. Off on the road I went. Sheridan wasn’t so bad. It was cooling off a bit by then and with the fuel issue fixed, I wasn’t dying on every hill. I was still running too hot, and the clutch was really being a pain. Fortunately I was able to avoid shifting most of the time, and just kept rolling as fast as I could.

I’d been texting my friends in Billings, a little closer and at least I was in reasonable reach of rescue. I kept rolling as hard as I could and finally made it. I finally started getting excited when I rolled into Montana. Anywhere from eastern Washington to Montana I kind of consider home ground, and it had been a long time since being home. My friend met me on the highway and guided me to their house. A cold beer and some relieved gratitude and off to bed. The next morning, I was pretty relaxed. I went running around with my friend a bit and they treated me to breakfast. When we got back to their house, we started fiddling with bikes, and finally my truck. I took a really close look at the clutch, dropped the bell pan and just grinned. My clutch trouble was such an idiotic simple fix I just laughed. The release fork had somehow jarred loose on the bearing and was only pushing on it partially. We climbed under the hood and started checking things out under there. Everything looked good, but I decided to fiddle with the timing too. For some reason, the distributor clamp isn’t pinching down right. We fiddled with it, and finally got it to lock down right on the mark. I still have to fully fix that issue, but it was enough to keep rolling on.

I pulled out of Billings around noon and hit the road. Wow, what a difference. I was almost able to keep up with traffic, and the drive went through hectic and harrowing, to merely annoying. I made Bozeman in a couple of hours with no real issues, so headed on to Butte, Montana. In Butte, I had a hunch so I checked all my fluids. The transmission and transfer case were definitely low. The truck stop had the stuff I needed, but somehow, my keys disappeared on me. I spent half an hour doing the headless chicken running back and forth, back tracking my steps and actions. Somehow, I found them ON the driver’s seat. Pretty bad isn’t it? Except I’d sat in the seat, crawled on the seat, under the seat, tipped the seat, kicked the seat a few times, and thee weren’t any keys on it. At least they turned up. I topped off all my fluids, checked out all my pressures and everything was good to go.

I rolled out of Butte and boogied on my way. I made Missoula pretty good, the truck was running near perfect for once. The only glitch on that leg was getting pulled over by the state patrol! I knew I wasn’t speeding, but it turned out the trailer lights weren’t wired right. I had partial activity, no markers, and opposed signals and all sorts of other weird things going on back there. The cop just warned me and told me a place I could pull off and spend the night if I needed. The state patrol was a decent officer for once, and just doing his job rather than creating issues. I spent about an hour crawling around under the rig and finally got the wiring sorted out to where everything actually worked. I hit the road like a freight train, picked up fuel and really started jamming. I hit the south end of Flathead Lake at 3:30 am. I’d been awake since ten am and driving most of the day.

I remembered almost every turn around the lake. I kept passing old memories as I headed north to Kalispell to see my daughter. The sun was rising as I pulled into Kalispell and I was beat. I think I took a short nap after taking care of some things. I woke up at 9am an called the kid and hung out with her and her mom for awhile. It got to the point I had to roll out though. So about one p.m. I hit the road again.

I headed west on HWY 2 out of Kalispell as I seemed to remember the “pass” being lower. After climbing and dropping a thousand feet at a pop in areas rolling through Wyoming and Montana, I was ready for a break from it. Good choice it turned out to be. The ‘pass’ wasn’t half of what I thought I remembered. I was up and over it with no trouble at all until I nearly got into Bonner’s Ferry. Troy and Libby were kind of sad to see. Nice little towns ruined by our irresponsible politicians and such. That’s a different story though. As I was coming into the outskirts of Bonner’s Ferry, just before getting to the highway a deer ran out in front of me. Well, it was a young moose. It was too leggy and way to ugly in the head. The critter was still nearly as tall as my truck, too. I hit the brakes hard and the truck and trailer started jack knifing on me. I got them straightened out without ever really slowing down and kept on going.

There is a hill in Bonner’s. A pretty good chunk of hill, really. I was coming down it at about forty five miles and hour. At the bottom of this hill are a couple of cross streets. I remembered those pretty good. I didn’t expect the idiot on the bike though. There was two of them at the intersection at the bottom of the hill. One of them pulled out, and sped up. Not a problem at all. The other guy waited till I was about 70 feet away and pulled out and just putted along like I wasn’t there. If I’d had a rock, I would have beaned his noggin. He wasn’t using it and I barely got the truck around him. No such thing as stopping on that one. All I could do was floor it and use the momentum to keep the trailer from lashing on me. I’d already had the trailer start whipping in me a couple of times. One so bad I almost lost it into the ditch. At any rate, I cleared that idiot and just kept rolling. I thought him and his buddy we’re considering causing problems, but I do not think they would have liked the results.

I made it to Sandpoint at about five p.m. Pulled Stopped and fueled up, stretched out and all those good things that go with long drives. I was already pretty happy by then and headed south for Coeur d’Alene. A short hour later, with no further incidences, I rolled into town.

That was a month ago. I’ve been job hunting like mad and striking out. This week though calls started rolling in and I’m starting hopefully, a job that will at least see me through the winter tomorrow. As long as I can do that, I’ll be pretty content with it.

In the meantime, if I don’t stop by and look at your page, or play with all the little doo dads on here, I just haven’t had the time to sort them out. I’ve been busy, trying not to stress out, trying to get things rolling before winter hits and generally having fun being home. Give me a bit of time, and I’ll be rolling along just fine.

Wolf – –  Rambling on, lol.

 

Forever unsaid

Sounds of distant thunder

echo through the hills

She’s nothing but a memory

passing under rolling wheels.

 

Trouble fades behind me

as I wander through the land

She is buried in the past now

beyond times shifting sands

 

Alive my soul is flying

life travelled like a leaf

Memories are the treasures

in the past of disbelief

 

Trails through the travels

as time is but a thief

Life is for the living

marked by stones of buried grief

 

Let the engine roll on

as I fly within the sound

Wind sweeps all the cares away

and freedoms to be found

 

High upon the wings of hope

With tomorrow still unfound

Shes buried in the memories

In forgotten sacred ground.

 

Passing through the sunlight

As the shadows ride away

The future is tomorrow

Fading into yesterday

 

The lines upon the highway

Fade beyond the sorrows shade

Her memory a tear track

Where memories are made.

 

The sounds of echoed thunder

Rolling far across the land

Tomorrow is behind me

In the shadow of the sand

 

Silence is the graveyard

In which ones heart is laid

And the journey travels onward

With forever still unsaid.

 

banfiadh2011

 

 

 

House of Beauty and Death

House of Beauty and Death.

So much beauty here.

This death trap – towering walls.

Waiting . . waiting for the end.

Arid, dry . . falsely green and living.

Life is desperate, at any time.

 

And change is but the blink of an eye.

From a long slow death to sudden dying.

A flash of light . . then nothing.

While the world will not end

The world we believe exists will.

Suddenly.

 

We delude our selves.

Of our birthright supremacy

Opposable thumb and luck

Yet our spirit dwindles

Fades into self wrought

Oppression

 

Time and again through history.

Humans rise and humans fall.

Death or survival.

A chance at life, or a lingering death.

And I watch, screaming silent,

as the world of hope dies.

 

A future unwritten in silence

As a future archeologist ponders

Who were they

Ancestors or failed experiment

Do you ever sit and dream

Staring at the stars

In broad daylight?

 

Banfiadh copywrite 2012

Restless Road

Restless Road

 

Can you hear it calling,

On the other side of day

Can you hear the wind,

A call to come and play?

 

Restless road is drawing

Whispering my name

Restless road is calling

Within an endless day.

 

Pace the floor and pace again

Through the window glance

Grab the keys and hit the door

Within a moments chance

 

Hear the road a calling

Restless is my name

Following the siren song

Upon the restless breeze

 

Down long road across the plain

Over hills and back again

Through the day and into night

Restless wind untamed.

 

Can you hear it calling?

Restless, free-wind child?

Long restless road is calling

Untamed, unchained and running wild.

 

Banfiadh2008

Revised2009

Art and poetry.

I have always been an artist.

I accepted that reality of my self several years ago.

Much of my anger, rage at the world was due to the repression of that facet of myself.

My poetry developed as I worked through baggage, sorting, cleaning, eliminating and feeling old angers and scars.

Writing became a way to express what I could not facilitate with words.

Writing, poetry, speaking truly IS Art.

And so is seeking undersanding of itself.

I have gone through a repression of sorts, not willingly, but out of perceived neccesity. As I post, or repost things that I have written, I re-awaken that link with the soul behind the eyes.

To remind and re-energize that facet of my art, which more than anything grants little glimpses into the mind and thoughts of this individual as an Artist, A human being and as a man.

As I read, re-read each piece choosing for no real reason which piece I post, I draw that link closer, pry open that creativity of inspiration and insight.

I hope you enjoy them and understand them as well.

Some are playful, some angry, some despairing of hope while others soar aloft on the wildest dreams one can imagine.

That is what they are for . . to express feeling when words are bound to tightly.

I seek now, to more fully explore my artwork. a goal I have been striving for, among others for a number of years now. Poetry, along with more tangible and less fleeting media . . . as an artist, I have many tools of expression. Hopefully, they will have an impact, and create openings withing people of understanding.

Wolf/Banfiadh