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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Sun Sep 22, 2002 4:06 pm

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Sun Sep 22, 2002 4:13 pm

<a name="#two"> Know this is love </a>

Where do i commence
What visuals are open here
for me to imbue to you a thought
or graph upon your image a mere word.
But I see beyond
beyond just the flesh,the physical shift
to where the soul awakens and flies
upon the hemisphere of matter and mind
to where i behold all root and form.
To arouse your flesh,tease your skin
awakening you to the soft pound
of throbbing heart, pulsing throat
I lay my kiss.on luster moist flesh
upon the tide of nape and throat
while pulling tight, drawing in your form
with supple fingers tracing form and desire
till resting upon your womanhood and its charm
I turn you,face to face,eye to eye
where chest and breast caress
Lips upon yours,to my searching tongue
there upon the shadows cast and your gasp
You open to me, like a flower to the sun
fragrant,luscious as any fruit i eat
upon the intoxicating pleasure, passion
I ride in dreams of thunder and of storm
till vanquished,here silent, still
I turn to pull her form tight to me
to draw in the rawness of our passion
and know this is Love.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Sun Sep 22, 2002 4:16 pm

<a name="#three"> But What of You </a>

I behold in silent view
an echo of the searching heart
between us,these forms do meet
and sojourn across the boundaries far
I call out to you
when the night air gathers around and holds me still
I seek the passage through and find
in the depth of all
emptiness and silence.
Visions may win here, dreams may fly
but all i know Is that constant cry
I stand between and through
what boundaries you have deemed for me
and in particles of verbatim I hear
unknown words and silent forms
deliberate interactions misplayed
Conversations left as drifts of time
Each mumble heard and softy erased
till newly sprung from the well
another takes flight and fancy flies
into a bright uncovered night.
But what of You?

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Sun Sep 22, 2002 4:21 pm

<a name="#four"> To You</a>

Such it is
that in the glorious morning Dawn
when the sun brings the sweetest colors
that radiates through each tree and flower
To give life its vibrant breath
which sings like a warm breeze
upon meadows rich In golden blaze
falling gently upon my face.

Such it is
that in the entrance you partake
of gleeful melodies within your walk
That childhood look shines ever so bright
to illuminate each word with its magical grace
summoning the eyes again to yours
and with that smile that ever warms
brightens,uplifts and carries me through
to yet another glorious Dawn
To You

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Sun Sep 22, 2002 4:23 pm

<a name="#five"> We each </a>

We each
As great as we may call
ourselves to the horizons and fellows
fall silent to our own truth
fear that unknown within
hiding each fable of our being.

We Each
In reverence to ourselves
array our greatness in boasts
elevating our weaknesses to their best
and in our lies to others
in our delusion to ourselves
we each fade in character to our Ego.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Sun Sep 22, 2002 4:26 pm

<a name="#six"> Where Is</a>

Down the streets I roam
viewing all personalities upon my gaze
seeing faces torn within, stolen ,broken
eyes empty to the life wherein they stumble
I Wonder what dreams have been broken, what souls lost
knowing to as I pass them by,some question the same in me
Here in this modern world of fancy delights
mass production and un-fathomed pleasures
I cant help feel the want of yesteryear
wishing i walked the new frontier
drifted the plains and seaboards
seeking and making my way as a man would
as One could in those bygone days
But here where towers cover all our passages
where Tarmac stretches for miles and miles
and the only character that holds any meaning
is that vanquished cry of Newborn breath.
I Know the pain, the sorrow that fills those drooping brows
and plows upon forehead and face the marks of endurance
Lived in flesh, all but twisted and torn
and alas, Some have even surpassed those avenues.
Here In the turmoil of all that lays forgotten
lays shattered to the old dream and desire
till twisted fantasy partakes and lust fulfills
Cries echo up from hollow eyes
filling the Tabernacles of corporate offices
to the dried out paper weights and dismal percentages
till short circuited, even they dive to freedom
I watch as governments watch these moods and gather
into their cabals of order and counter balance
Till giving credits we turn our faces, contented
having gotten something already ours.
But here in this fragmented page of thoughts
between lines that crosses and void the brain
I say where is that Eden ever promised?
Where is this great century where in we live?
And where is this God we do homage?

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Mon Sep 23, 2002 8:02 am

<a name="#seven"> A Reflective Book</a>

Thin,skinny refections these
rummaging through doctrines and works
Captured within the avenues of conscious thought
exchanged through Dialects of tongue.

Old,young, hoveled here round and about
together all facing the lecture of their lives
The ultimate passage,A collected work of Art
reflecting forever, upon the mind,thoughts and sounds.

Images establishing their very own existence
Dreams, void of sleep,in hells greatest nightmare
Children crying for the comfort of a mothers arms
the page turns, another reflection is seen.

Such are the stories within this book
buzzards dark and Grey,await the corpses
any will do,they have no favor
the stench of the rot,fills the air.

Like any other day,nothing different
yet,as each page is turned another is written
nothing can hold back this breath of life
that cries out,even when -Dead.

Father's eyes,glare with lost emotion
nothing more surprises,nothing dilutes
Women young,flaunting but sagging skin
their womanhood deprived,their pride lost
Babes suckling empty breasts that hang.

The night air freezes,Coughs,Chokes
Old and tattered are these pages
it's binding withered in places
Yet it is always bound anew.

Some little spark of hope,of faith
appears somewhere,sometimes upon a page
darkness too, has its light they say
it has always been so and always shall.

Yet,this book has passed its way down throughout the ages
having been held by Kings,yet so seldom read
It's words have been found offensive and declared unclean
it has been mocked by the great,shunned by the least.

They have tossed it to the ground,trampled it in the dust
yet here before you,it is to behold
Old and worn, rugged yet strong
bearing witness to it's depth,faith,Soul.

Worn is it's pages
faded the lettering well may be
but it has survived and forever shall
It inspires the greatest light,even in the detention of Hell's darkness
It cools the driest thirst,even in the desert of hatreds heat
It is a witness before you, It's a Smile,It's a tear
This book is a faith,a soul,a race.
A JEW.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Mon Sep 23, 2002 8:05 am

<a name="#eight"> THE GHOST OF</a>

Oh Blackened night that over throws
the clutched snare of after math
Drawing into its prism of gory shade
the hidden phantom that lingers deep
Ive heard its wail upon empty nights
when silence holds the silent breath
and here within its structure and rudiments
It calls out your name
But Christ! there is no running
no light to grasp, no breath to capture
for it seizes upon the whelm and invades
forever holding to its ultimate passion
I have always known it, feared its grasp
ran every avenue I thought it's presence was
Till here in the room ,upon my bed it finds me
Alone as well we both knew it would be.
I cannot fight, for there is no form
I cant escape it for its wherever I roam
So now before I cry and instantly acknowledge
The reason and purpose for its visit here.
While you all out there sleep in your peace
while dreams of morrows freshen your mind
keep in mind always this consistent fellow
That awaits you too, In your silent hour.
The Ghost of an unforgiving Love.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Mon Sep 23, 2002 8:09 am

<a name="#nine"> Eye </a>

You can see it in the eyes
those lovely orbs that radiate all within
I look into the eyes of those I meet
for there I behold the depths of their being
call it foolish, folly, It matters little
I know what I know and see what I see.
Talking to her I saw it ever so plain
the change, the hatred viewed me back
I could tell the lies that liberated themselves
and freely pronounced to me ever so clear.
I still don't understand,nor do I try
I've learned to accept and carry on
there is much to be learned, much seen
between the sacred Iris and the twitching orb
Ive seen it all before in differing tones
and no doubt the same shall continue its way
but those inner words are spoken clear
within the pupil of the Eye.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Mon Sep 23, 2002 8:12 am

<a name="#ten"> The Darkness</a>

Candles lit to cast their hues
music carefully chosen plays
softly the atmosphere fills the room
To her moment of solitude and dreams.
She lays draped loosely in saffron and lace
Upon her back facing the warm reflecting ceiling
She closes her eyes, begins her dream
Drifting between this and that
Here in her moment, her place and time
She pulls open each page of thought
intimate delights tickle her notions
giving them credence and fashion
she dresses the day, the place and scene.

The sky above darkens,
clouds drift and cover, filling
till soon shocked, amazed at her vision
she turns and beholds a man standing
His clothes drape the darkness of night
his skin pale like Grey cast pearl
He walks to wards her, gazing at her deep
and frightened with pounding heart
she cannot move
His eyes deep pools of ink embrace her
gathering her soul to the depths of her moans
He peers down draining her thoughts
till there arises that lust of want
Shes becomes like putty in his embrace
feeling the icy dew of his fingers upon her flesh
Wanting more of it, feeling the desire building
She begs his touch, longs this strength
She hears the fabric rip,
her breasts fall, firm , nipples erect,wanting
eager for his touch, her chest heaves and flutters
pulling back her head, his lips fall freely
as she aroused pulls him tight
slowly upon the mounds his tongue traces
exciting here and delving there
slowly moving upward to her neck
she feels his tracing lips
till upon hers, deeply taken
she gasps, wanting air needing the breath
yet so grateful for its loss
His tongue delves deep,as she invites it further
slowly his lips leave hers, he rips more
her clothes,now fabrics scattered and torn
fall around her form, casting her flesh
to the hints of the night
and how that air engulfs as his hands seek
her moans and cries fill the space
like a beast she lingers and calls
arching her back to his intimate touch
spreading her thighs further and further apart
Wanting him there, needing that fire relinquished
she bites at him, claws at him
trying to tear into him as he has torn into her soul
Grabbing her hair within his hand
he draws her back, exposing to the night his want
he draws down
biting deep
Drawing ,sucking, taking her all
She feels the life sweeping from her
Her lust and want begging more and more
she cries and finally screams
her legs shacking, weak and empty
He has taken her all,
Lust, desire, life and soul.

He steps back
turns and is engulfed again there
where the shadows fall and night embraces
in darkest passions,Lust filled places.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Mon Sep 23, 2002 8:17 am

<a name="#eleven"> Home Sick</a>

How Oft i ever remember
memories now all bright and tender
of shifting sands
of distant lands
but none whose image can compare
to the Bonnie Heads O Ayr.

Ive come to travel near and far
an outward journey ,a distant star
Playing in life to outward games
of massive cities with forgotten names
Faces, all i fear to recall
rugged ,worn, tattered,fall.

Let me but dream again in form
amidst the gail, the western storm
and standing over the sea to call
the destiny of Scotsmen,all
For here despite our far off places
we journey to those familiar graces.

In truth there is no greater curse
that out ways all the wealth by coin or purse
than that blinding emotional burst
that e'er reminds one of her first.
and dieing daily by an unknown hand
we are left all wailing our distant land.

With promises all, just one more year
to return home to all so dear
but in our dance of life and play
we travel on past that day
and so on and so on,the story goes
Where a Scot travels,where e'r he strolls.
----Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Mon Sep 23, 2002 8:24 am

<a name="#twelve"> The Why</a>

the light fades
surrounding darkness envelopes around
comforting within its depth
somehow set free
and viewing that stark truth
My sight arises to the forefront
dashes with the waves and bounds of every movement
here deep, where the silent scream resides
where Death has its core, i come
I come and dance
to swirl to that eternal beat
loosing all to the scented flow
aahhh, but how sweet the images gather
partake ,invade and capture
Till all rages to that single swell
of life, of love
and here in the tangle of formulated ideas I cry
into that magnetic field of time
to loose, Aye loose, to the truth,the light and myself.
what ways do i glimmer the reason,what way the outward path stumbles to yet another dream.
I mock oft times the insanity
and find myself there , Roaring to it all
What is done is done, what started must be finished, and between it all--A Why
----Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Mon Sep 23, 2002 5:56 pm

<a name="#thirteen"> Luna</a>

Oh radiant orb
grasped within that cloak of darkness
lonely tis your Vigilance
intense your stare
shades of Ivory crown you
hews of blues and grays
Mistress of the setting Sun
Enchantress of the morning's Dawn
the brightest of complexions
from He,who's reflection you bare
You arise within your mystery
echoing the secrets of time
Vixen of long lost eons
maiden of the morrows sight
Softly and elegantly you stroll
over the Heavens marble floor.
enacting before one and all
the Opera of the Gods
Enshrined in the halo of a Madonna
you circle silently our globe
Enticing as you always have
the respect and visions of all below.
your the admiration of the lover's heart
symbolizing the essence of their being
like your haunting romance with the raging Sun
you vitalize man's undying quest.
Striving to grasp and understand
that universal longing for loves oneness
each trapped within the confines of form
forever lonely,lonely
running after that particle the heart hungers for
as you too, chase Sol across the heavenly expanse.
No wonder the Ancients perceived you Great
Hues of illusion and reality cast they your lots
those forces of nature being at your control
the waters of sea,mind and emotion
to that secretive cycle all women hold.
Luna truly marvels are forever thine
beauty is but in your reflection
So much like the Image of a Vestal Virgin
ever forbidden to the touch of a man.
So here am I,but another distant lover
looking into the depths of your midnight Yoke
inspired, awakened,
Hearing your words of love fill the air
like a Winter's song, gathering forever into those regions
those confines of my heart.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Mon Sep 23, 2002 5:57 pm

<a name="#fourteen"> Truths Foundation</a>

A dream of truth builds untold treasures
It illuminates the heart and feeds the Soul
It gives strength to the will and honour to the mind
for it passes on from your heart to others
The love and respect,For all your fellow Brothers.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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Alisdaire · Post by **Alisdaire** » Mon Sep 23, 2002 6:04 pm

<a name="#fifteen"> God</a>

Ah Here
In demented realities
where i cry into the gulf of being
twisted by the eternal fire
that blazes forever within
Hungering yearns, vows and proclaims
into the everlasting moment
where time dances the planes
of being and existence.
Here, aye here
in planes of no domain
where rigid characters fancy flies
within dreams of fading light.
I scream Eternal retribution
awaiting in the profound depth an answer
there between shadows and what was mine
the time fades away e'er so fast.
There majestic to all i thought
Mighty to the mortal soul delivered
I see in portal of chance the fabled cry
haunting ever the sacred grounds of mine
till worn sunken and tired I
fall upon the tiled floor
Dreaming in the illusion of being
the reality of aphorisms impounded
Upon temporal lobes and silent stares
And I cry, GOD.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

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