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

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

FTW

Memories long dismaying

Sometimes they seek to slay me

Ill hunt down who betrays me

Their blindness won’t delay me

 

Within my mind there are times

When all goes still and dark

Devour all those fine illusions

While the universe goes stark

 

Existing in repressed fear

Denying self what isn’t seen

If you simply ceased to breathe

You might have never been

 

The edifice of tissue truth

With which you spew in reason

Created catastrophe of denial

Your truth is freedom’s treason

 

With razor knives within the eyes

Pierce and shred your fragile skin

To strip away your hallowed lies

And devour the rot within

 

Thousands of years of blackened tears

Bound deep within your hearts

No one left to save you now

And soon the burning starts

 

You feast upon the wreckage

Of world your lies have made

Dragged down life relentlessly

With devils pact you’ve made

 

The redemption of your life

Is paid in love of others blood

Return upon your ignorance

In crimson cleansing flood

 

Apathetic and pathetic

Your life of aiming low

Don’t you fucking realize

Your just ponies in a show

 

You wander round within the lines

Pretending to be free

In truth your only wearing out

The skin upon your knees

 

The crime your casting

With lasting apathy

Your condemning everyone

To be nothing more than thee.

 

Banfiadh copyright 2008

What is my name?

What is my Name

I am the Lion, who rules the plains.

I am the Trees who drink of the rain

I am the Hunter, who loves the chase

I am the Living, What is my name?

I am The Bear, who hides in the glen

I am the Hawk who rides the winds

I am the Grass, strong in my bending

I am the Lover, capricious at whim

I am the Scorned, what is my name?

I am The Fox, safe in its den

I am the Wolf, who laughs at the rain

I am the Leaf, floating free on the wind

I am the Warrior, who revels in blood

I am the Blade, what is my name?

I am The Raven, who lives off the dead

I am the Ox, strong and stubborn

I am the Flower, that follows the sun

I am the Father that raises my kin

I am the Present, what is my name?

I am The Lizard, loafing in the sun

I am that which is, and is not

I am the shadow, dancing in the light

I am the light which pierces the dark

I am the essence, what is my Name?

I am the Life, That was thrown away

I am all that which has accepted

I am the accepted, who is loved

I am the love, that stings without pain

I am the pain, who lives through the night

I am the night, that awakens with Joy

I am the Instinct, Wild and Free

I am the Lust that awakens in thee

I am the Beast, that must run free

I am the Rage, What is my name?

I am that which fights for life

I am the Arrow, that pierces the Heart

I am the Stone, that stands in the stream

I am the Tear, that silently gleams

I am the Laughter, you hear in your heart

I am the King, whom the Gods help

Banfiadh

Banfiadh2002

 

Death came calling

Death Came Calling

 

A shadow touched me quietly

In the twilight of the day

Turning slow with wary eye

I stopped along the way

A lady cloaked in twilight’s fog

Wreathed in feathered gray

Gracefully she touched my spirit

Exposing wounds to my dismay

Through the window of my eyes

She looked through and deep within

“We’ve walked a million miles, love

As you’ve lived a hundred lives.

Danced across the eons

And parted now and then”

 

She pulled me close aside her

As remembered I did then

You were there when I awakened

In past ages beyond ken’

Beyond the turning cycles

We’ve watched the burning stars

I’ve watched a million sunsets

With dark lady of my heart

 

She’s there when one awakens

After living hopes and tears

Guides the passage of spirit’s freed

At cessation of all fears

She guides the gates of passages

Into the summer lands

Reflected in wild valkryie’s fair

Welcoming Valhalla’s bands

She holds the sacred cauldron

Through which all life renews

Gently the soul’s passing

When she receives her due

Cry Cerydwynn, the Morrigan

Hecate and Kali true

Worn a thousand names and faces

She’s the Queen of heaven too

 

I looked in her, my lover’s eyes

Self worn tired and to the bone

Yet knew that though I long for peace

It wasn’t time for me to go

Instead in conversation

Within each other’s arms we lay

She eased my burning loneliness

Teased with her charms in play

She’s my lady, my dear Goddess

Creation born of blood

Everything returns to her

In deaths ever running flood

But though she came to visit

And though she couldn’t stay

I’m glad she came a calling

On my lonely heart that day.

 

 

Banfiadh copyright 2005

 

 

 

Cerydwynn’s Call.

Cerrydwynn’s call

As I step without this cloaking shell and

dance into the dark

Dark Maiden wraps me in her warm embrace

I’m cloaked in mystery

Where am I, where do I go? I know not where this

journey takes me

I’ve been to Briton in the past and danced on

the isle of Eire

I’ve ridden plains alive and unchanged by time,

in bloody warrior’s frenzy

I’ve hailed Robyn and the Maiden, weeping, even

as I persecuted them

I’ve been trampled, raped and skinned alive, left

bleeding in the dust

Stormed cities in a red blood lust, gathering tribute

for my Ceasers

I’ve swung the labrys against Saxon foes along

the side of Arthur

Elsewhere I’ve wielded claid-he-mor against

incomers from distant shores

I’ve seen Paul’s church come and grow, turning mysteries

To lies ‘gainst those who wore the woad

I’ve seen empires arise to fall, lives and cultures

blown away on fates wind

In forested glades have I danced skyclad, sweat flowing

‘neath silvered waxing moon

Into the Cauldron to return again, new life cycles

Of the Lady Cerridwen

Tens of centuries have I travelled, followed red

Threads until unravelled

Atlantis sank beneath the waves, overburdened by

Flowery conceit

Fled through the times of inquisition, bent and broke

Burnt to submission

Is this a dream, this journey I take? Or is

It just A re-awakening…

banfiadh copyright 1997