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.

ACE=ALPHA DOG =EDDIE=EDWARD=MONARCH OF THE I

As I look across the horizon I feel his senses of tomorrow. I read his words of the violence. There is an underground current that is awash with carcasses. The deceit of what is happening and what the end result will be. The stalker is being stalked as the shadow of the darkness creeps ever so lightly with a snarly glee of delight.The homies have sowed the seeds of dissent and the crop is now ripe and what they have reaped has left its mark in a devasting way. The harvest is completed­. The dusk falls as the net slowly draws to a close.,,,, there is nowhere to hide or run as innocent victims preach their innocence with their code of silence which falls on deaf ears. Laying lifeless and demoralized survival skills are my only saving grace. The payoff is farfetched.Casualities are being counted as the toll of victims has yet to be assessed while the metal bars draw to a crashing halt.As each one watches from there prospective positions I realize that lines of all communication have been cut. The radios play no more,the television a hollow screen and visiting has come to a halt. The world turns as we stop in our tracks lifeless no one hears our cries. Disciplinary measures has become our tortured lover as she spews her venom of injustice on all that are summoned before her. I gaze as she stands statuesque with her crown alite and her arm of Liberty outstretched.As I stand before her in the accused box of rightousness I feel a sense of calm as the end is near and in sight. She asks cruelly "Announce your name and how do you plead"I reply with a long drawn breath stocially as I grasp the clover leaf and hold tight my shamrock announcing that I, Ace=Alpha Dog=Eddie=Edward=Monarch of The I

Alpha Male

A murmur of silence awakens my thoughts of you, the walk in the park as I observe the fallen leaves desperately clinging to the grass. I long for the moment to put my head on your chest as you sit there reading your book about the language of cranes. The times lived of your youth as an Alpha Dog ,, the urgence of the moment and the intensity of what was too happen next,, the bloodshed , the suffering, your survival and death within arms reach sitting next to you like an invited guest.The hollowness leaves a stark contrast to what you have become.Upon my return from walking I observe Magnolia asleep all the while jetting an eye at her carnirverous bone. Even the wind has taken a pause to rest as its sighs, the room seems colourless as I gaze across the way. Everything seems to have taken a cessation ,a temporary stop,the clocks become silent and oblivious to the hours. I sense your quieteness as you gently turn the pages with hardly a motion of movement. I cherish this listlessness of nonthinking, the incurosity of my mind has been put to rest. The intimacy between us together is such a truism. A smile breaks the serenityof my interior stillness, our eyes meet and recognize an obvious truth of what we feel within this tranquilled force of what we know without a spoken word being said. Alpha Male

2 Years To Go

As this holiday season comes upon us , we all have different feelings about how the year has been and what awaits us all in the New Year 2010. I look back for a glancing moment and realize that there have been wonderful and memorable episodes and chapters. Then there has also been the difficult unrehearsed roles that I have had to play on the stage of human disorder. I do not ask to be nominated for best male actor in a leading role. As I did not audition for the part I shall let those more apt take the bow at the curtain call. I have been glorified and defrocked all in the same year.. accomplishments appreciated by some and scorned by others,, yet as I contimplate the future I have but the luck of the Irish on my side. New acquaintences and new found friends have uplifted my spirits and put me on higher ground. I see beyond the hills whence comes my gratitude. Sharing of lives lived and new adventures to unfold has given me yet another reason to look forward to Christmas and New Years as a joyous occasion to share my humility in thanking each and everyone one of you for the role you play in my life on the stage of Earth. May your Christmas and New Years eclispe the profound spirit of human kindness and peace on Earth and good will to you all and yours. May your wish on that shining star of Bethleham guide you to where you want to go and who you endeavour to be. As someone dear to me stated,, " I have 2 years to go "