The Spell of Being
I am without time.
I am all times.
I am a speck of dust
I am a mountain of stone.
I am without form.
I am all forms.
I am the last Spark of Hope
I am the Inferno of Creation
I am the unseen Past.
I am the unknown Future.
I am the soft sigh of Death
I am the gale of Chaos
I am without Life
I am without Death
I am a silent Tear
I am an unbroken Wave
I am Spirit without form
And I am Form in Spirit
I am not
I am.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
