Restless

Restless . . . 

Even when you walk among the shadows of your mind

When your thoughts are chaos across the great divide

The world caves in around you as you pace around your soul

Let your spirit ride the wind, through the shifts of time

You saddle up your iron horse and head out for a ride

The walls are close about you and the worlds getting dim

You can hear the echoed whispers of restless roaming wind

Road lays there inviting as you wonder where am I

The road calls in the silence and its time to ride again

 

Shell never turn you down and shell never turn away

Shell always be there waiting until that final day

The road she is a lover and all times is she a friend

She calls to you to ride upon the lonely winds

 

When the days seem endless and the quiets far away

Smoke on the horizon and thunder drives the day

Lay down the throttle gently until its open wide

On down the open road and across the rolling plain

When you reach the foothills times washed away by rain

So you roll into the mountains and feel alive again

Wind rides upon your shoulder with nowhere else to go

Take the road less traveled in between the now and then

 

She’ll never turn you down and she’ll never turn away

She’ll always be there waiting when you hit the road again

Across the lines of memory and roads of yesterday

She’ll always be there waiting as the sunset ends he day

 

Ever new horizon that passes through your view

Keep the wheels turning each road is travelled new

See the next bend turning as you fly along the ground

Iron horse keeps rolling now lay the hammer down

Endless is the highway as we travel with the wind

Tomorrows just a memory in the road of yesterday

Worn upon the restless heart and shadows of your soul

Shared with those who travel, upon the lonely roads

 

Shell always be there waiting when you roll out for a ride

Just around the corner upon the endless tide

She’ll never turn you down and she’ll never turn away

Even when you take the ride that is your final day.

 

R.W.W. Banfadh – wolfthought 2010-06-06

 

 

HEARTEATER

HEARTEATER

 

Ever seen the hole that’s left when a hearts ripped out?

Sometimes theres nothing left to see but pretty shells without

 

Do you know the answer to the rage that is in me

Do you know the words to the lock without a key

 

Running hard for evermore dead and tired am I now.

I’d like to lay down forever, I really don’t know how

 

Do you know the depth of pain with which I’ve ever lived

Do you know there is nothing left but pain for me to give

 

And have you ever seen the fuel that feeds the burning lot

If you ever stepped up very close you’d find it rather hot

 

It is usually safe inside in, kept locked up pretty tight

Till some stupid pretty back-stabs with all their might

 

Never were the words that could handle a closer view

Then all I do is rage and burn and I might just burn you

 

Little fucking people with little aches and pains

Running round the rat race track for temporary gains

 

So if you want a freak show just sit and watch a while

Ill gladly rip your heart out and eat it with a smile

 

R.W.W. Banfiadh – Wofthought2006

 

 

Morning Star

Morning Star

Alone I sit wandering the passageways of undesirable solitude a perilous path upon the edge of a treacherous and windswept cliff.

A solitary being seeking wholeness and balance, not always alone in physicality but never balanced in reality.

Long has it been since early wounds, even upon the measure of the spirit since I have felt a true and lasting completeness

Ever seeking, ever searching and ever wandering though somehow afraid of finding

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The sorrows of a million miles lie behind my weary steps within this singularity of existence.

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So many that indeed I flinch in hesitant disbelief from the glory of the morning star – rising harbinger of new potential and the renewal of life.

I fear not the chance in itself but that the hope will again turn to ash at the lightest touch of my fingers, withering away like smoke upon the winds of precarious time.

I reach hesitant and gentle in the true hope that this one chooses to share from the deepening cup of life with me.

I wonder still at times if a curse resides upon me as I struggle to maintain hope.

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Will the starlight burn in its cool cold radiance, or will it comfort and warm

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Heart torn and no one hears as the scars of unseen wounds muffle the shrieking fears that rampage gleefully inside

Born into the arms of solitude, damaged to the edge of fearing anything more than  retaining an existence of nothing.

Where then lies the end of this when strength and heart and hope may fail to see through to the light.

To long alone, yet knowing in truth little more than the frail resilience of forsaken soul yet each day breaks with new promise.

 

Will that Star of the Dawn shine and remain within my reach?

 

R.W.W. Banfiadh – Wofthought2005

 

 

 

Unicorn

Unicorn

 

Silvered horn on frosted brow

Beard streams long and low

In silence eye to eye is seen

Lost fantasies between

Hooves of golden luminance

In steady rhythms dance

Softly come the footfall

To mysteries fragile wall

Tail sweeps the forest floor

A Princess’ flowing gown

Low the heart beat resonates

A shimmering of sound

Mane of moonlit filigree

Weaves quite like the sea

Pirouette of symphonies

It dances in the breeze

Gleaming coat of satin snow

Pure in innocence glow

Beckoning the purest touch

Of yesteryear and such

Fairy steed of days of yore

Comes the Unicorn once more

With Maiden’s fair of grace

To hold its shining place

 

R.W.W. Banfiadh – Wolfthought2003

 

Out of the file box from a few years ago.

This was written at the request of a friend for her daughter.

 

Teardrops on Her Skin

Teardrops on Her Skin . . .

 

My lady touched me softly

With tears upon my skin

An’ yet they’re not deep sorrow

Though pain soft lies within

Brief the parting, just for now

Soft peace and hope begin

Stand upon the threshold

And the world dropped from view

I looked into those searching eyes

They were looking back at me

Time stood still in each others arms

As we lost ourselves within

So Lady hold me gently

I know you’ll hold me true

Stay within my arms

So I can hold you too

Ask the Gods to speed the time

Fly swiftly through the days

I carry you within me

I left teardrops on your skin.

 

Banfiadh-Wolfthought2007

 

 

Thought = Form

Thought = Form

Life begins.

Dreams Fade

Hopes die.

People change

Hearts cry

Souls sigh.

Death comes.

 

And the sun sets, crimson.

 

Wind blows.

Grass grows

Leaves rustle.

Rain falls

Thunder tolls

Rivers run

 

And the sky dawns, iridescent.

 

Mountains rise

Stone crumbles

Sand sloughs

To soil

Trees grow

 

And the leaves dance, merrily

 

Stars are born

Planets drift

Through time

Suns fade

 

And the universe floats, unimaginably

 

We live for tomorrow and lose the day.

We worry always as life slips away.

We fret for what we have not.

And forget what we have.

Tomorrow is never here.

And you have this day to live.

 

Some days never change, some never stay the same

Music dances lyrically and the song remains the unchanged.

Life passes in bits and pieces, moments frozen in time.

Is there a need for tomorrow, to wake again?

 

Banfiadh –  Wolfthought5/2018

 

 

 

Paint by Word

Paint by Word

 

 

Lost upon a river of sound.

Vibrant luxurious notes

Hang painted in the air

 

Sun sets softly, laid to rest

Masked quietly in tones of grey

Passing of another breath

 

Fingers strum notes of hope

Wistful on the day’s melody

Softly sung and breathless.

 

Thoughts wander, idle and jumbled

Poised upon the edge of form,

Indolent and impatient.

 

Words, colored by experience

Softly shift in meaning

Waiting to be born.

 

Banfiadh-Wolfthought5/2018