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Alpha Dog, Alpha Male , Alpha Wolf, = socially dominant member of a group,, confident and assured of himself.. As he walks around his territory his lair of homies lower their heads as he passes by. He is the ACE and they understand. The pecking order is never in doubt by them. Welcome to his Castles called the comfort zone. To get in you must know the pass word : WRITTEN WORDS. He wears a mask that is interchangeable for the Dog,the Male ,the Wolf. I was there once but for a short time even went to the top of the mountain that was rumored to be there.Beware of the platitudes placed at your feet. How sadistic of the once grievley hurt once upon a time to return to me the favour.Beware of those who hide behind the word SELFISH and SCARED which becomes his Armour, shield, sword in the ring of life.A layer of the Alpha crumbles , The fall has been sudden and abrupt for me. I turn away from him and leave for the sands and cry " Victory, I choose to live, I choose LIFE.

The Gift of Life

I asked once I shall never ask again he says as he counts the 05/07 on the calendar the glorious day that Naomi and Bobby gave to the world this gift of life. He has drawn the attention of his fellow souls. Growing up he always knew that he would be special. The Lord Fauntleroy of Canada was to make his mark as a young manly lad. The locks of his hair would touch his shoulders as if his strength was there. From a early time people would fawn over him as he became of age. The young years my salade years when I was green always a Romantic. My eyes always curious and at any given moment a smile would break through to brighten the place where I would be. Humanity has been my focus of living and to this day the fevor is ever strong. The choices I have made have not always been the best and I have paid heavily. Love for him is éphémère a melancholy of a feeling. Black is the colour of his choice am I in a continual mourning process.? Lives lived died and has left a deep pain in his heart to never be forgotten. I am a reflection of the Taurus physically a picture of strength a contradiction of himself. This little boy lost in an adult world naive and vulnerable. My scorn is deadly and can last a lifetime, yet my eyes live for the beauty of life. The people of my chosen family are my universe I shall not forsake. I am me to you who know me, I live love and am proud, I asked once I shall never ask again.The Gift of Life.

The Secret of Ice

You welcome me with an air of coldness that only I can understand. My loyalty to you is known only by a certain few. As I arrive the stench of my equipment seems to permeate the vapeur that rises from the pond. As my stick touches the puck I realize that I am not alone, my secret is there waiting for me to make a move an unexpected play. My skates cut into the Ice as if I am about to tell all. As I open my mouth the words are silent all that I hear is the language of the Ice. The reflection of the lights become a red carpet as if an announcement is about to be made, I look around and see the jocks in the grandstand applauding with their hockey sticks encouraging me on to the centre of Ice. The snow falling seems to be a prelude to a moment that is waiting to happen. I continue skating around the arena as the wind carries me ever so close to the centre, I pause and listen as the roar of the boys seems to be in unison with their hockey sticks moving in a synchronized motion. What do I do make a pass, maybe a break away , shoot the puck and if I score the truth in the net will it be applauded or booed . For this period it is The Secret of the Ice.

Gra, Dilseacht, Cairdeas

The Angels are the children of the land , I watch them with an arresting eye as they grow their wings with joy. I am the the Taurus with a smile, my horns are for those who play the matador. The citadins have taken sides, the bets are in and the money has been counted. Blood is the colour of his hair as it reflects dingly off the sun dried parched dirt at his feet. The air has a stench of wasted beings as I slowly turn to the sortie. The applause of the maddning crowd is deafening. My satisfaction is lacklustre as the reality of my actions begins to take affect. As I continue to saunder slowly towards the gate I observe a sea of redness that seems to quinch the thirst of the earth below. Revenge is sweet and these games are all that I have left to play so I play to win. As the coins are being placed into the cloth woven sack I am taken aback by the heaviness of it all. Another good days work , another victim, I smirk at those who would wish me dead at least not to-day. I return to whence cometh my help ,I see you there waiting patiently with a sigh of relief not knowing if yesterday was the last time. I take off my shoes and put my feet up with much slowness as I feel the pain of yet another victory. I have not been forsaken and I lift up my eyes to the out stretched heavens and feel the quiet winds as the Angels flutter their wings in unison . The stillness of moment makes me realize how much we are alike as I see the future in your eyes . I place my hand in yours as you say Gra, Dilseacht, Cairdeas.