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

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

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

Freedom.

It is not something that can be given, yet can easily be taken away.

It is something that can not be forced upon another, or it becomes a form of slavery.

Freedom does not grow from handing control over your life to another. It can crumble in an idle moment of laziness.

While Freedom may be a basic ‘Human Right”, it belongs only to those responsible enough to ensure it’s longevity.

Freedom can not be defined for another person, but must be mutually respected.