Ye move swiftly as ye haste ter yer cold shore.
Ter stand before the ocean, waiting fer yer long-lost lover.

''How i miss yer sweet tender embrace when it is cold in the morning.
Such a radiant smile to brighten me days'' ye sing.

Yer hills answer in a thankful prayer.
Across the land ye walk alone like a rover.
O woman had yer lover stayed...
Had yer pledge been said...

Lonely and hurt as ye be.
Frozen dew and foggy hills ye see.
Waitin' ter never see him.
Watchin' those boats in a distant dim.

By yer river, before the dead blackening trees, alone ye linger.
Still yer hair radiant, though quiver.
Empty yer heart, cold yer face.
Across the shore i see yer every saddened pace.

I came ter catch yer every tear.
Pity will not hamper me, nor will me fear.
Woman green the hills far away.
Ye nay glad yet have much ter say.

Unto him far ye walked, longing ter his eyes ter look deep.
Ay sweet touch as it is, will seep.
Come behold his light o'er the ocean.
Soft ter touch yer heart, when the storm is mean.

(Carrickfergus, Northern Ireland.
December The 22nd 1990)

The man was saying grace....

For their wonderful breakfast that lovely morning. 3 days before christmas.
It was snowing outside.

They did not know some men were breaking into their house through the back door. They shot him twice in the head and left immediately before he caught his last breath in front of his hysterical kids and wife.

The man was saying grace...

There was a beautiful tree by the river.
We called it 'Crying Heather'
On summer days when the wind blew gently
Its branches made eerie sounds like crying

I had been told so many times
When the church bells chimed
This girl would always find her way to the river
She sat under the tree for hours,till night fell upon her.

Her lover had been lost at sea
And the world turned its back on her
She stared at the night sky singing to the wind
The river flowed her longing song away into the sea.

''Take me away into the sea where lovers are crying deep.
Through my veins their lonely songs would seep.
The cold deep water,so blue,i would float forever.
Waiting for my love,and  i would sever''

One cold foggy morning she disappeared
Another autumn day was coming near
They said she had drowned,taken away far far away to the sea.
Her song remained unheard. Her tears remain unseen

A woman's heart is like an ocean.
It is wide, deep, and wild.
Men sail on it trying to get across to find where the promised land is.
They try to conquer it.
They try to measure its depth.

Some find the land and decide to stay there for good. They build a home and cultivate it.
Some find it, feel satisfied that they have conquered the ocean and go back to sail and conquer another ocean.
Some never find it and get frustrated.
Some confront terrible storms and drown.

And they all sing the same old song....
'' i want to sail the ocean...
Let me sail far away across the ocean...
I miss the sound of the waves beneath my ship...
I miss the smell of the salty waters...
I miss the touch of the wind on my skin...
Let me sail far away....
Away to find the land beneath the stars''

Glimpse, you are such a sight.
Shimmerring when loved.
Dark and gloom when despised.
Pure as heaven, radiant and bright.

Mesmerized, i am to rest my heart on yours.
Bewitched, my scent merges with yours.
Your eyes throw a spark as you touch me.
Heavenly passion i own to set me free.

Brown eyes, you shine as night grows darker.
Come shine your light on me.
This love so good yet severe.
Night-veiled i walk and feel the earth beneath me.

Across the water, away from here.
I had left my heart on the green.
Only sound of your shore i hear.
A glimpse of your waters i have seen.

In Belfast Old McCarthy sang his sad songs.
To lovers who had been waiting so long.
He walked on that long road down the hill to the sea.
He danced his songs away for us to see.

Carrickfergus, this longing i can not bear any longer.
In another town i sing like a lonely rover.
O ocean breeze fly me home i sing.
I miss to dance a fling.

My heart thumps like the sound of a bodhran.
Across the ocean my songs span this  flood of longing.
Before God and men alone i stand.
Serving you is my true calling.

I want to come home to see her.
Her hair radiant beneath the sun.
My love and songs i want to share.
Across the hills to her i will run.

Empty hearts, cold faces.
Old tapering hands reaching out for ancient traces.
I feel old and delayed.
My face is gaunt in despair.

I have never walked so far away from myself before...

I was walking among the trees.
Looking through the sillhouette of the trees.
There stood a lonely willow before the river.
I saw the moon shimmering in the water.

What has got into me, i whispered.
Such a magic i beheld as i fell deeper.
The trees were alive and old .
Ancient lights were swirling round their branches so cold.

Was it the moon in the water i saw hypnotizing me...
Was it too dreamy to be...
Suddenly in my cupped hands this tiny little thing flapping i felt.
And my consciousness trembled to melt.

The willow tree was looking at me.
Ancient, old, and mysterious.
I stood there shaking like unconsciousness.
'Stumble to fall' he hissed.
what was mine was his.

Stumble to fall.
Stumble to fall.
Stumble to fall.

I went back home to find my Father's last breath.

Come back to bed...
Come back into my life...
Come back to me...

I miss you tonight...

I started to write a letter.
It's amazing how each word changed colors everytime i thought of you.
Your delicious voice that makes me feel like i've eaten enough for the rest of my life.
How i smell the sweetness air that blows through the forest i used to go each time you touch me.
How i hear such a heavenly tune when you kiss me.
How i see bright rays of lights dancing in front of me each time you sing to me.

Every sound in the world emitting such beautiful colours....
But your voice is the only colour i see....
Your skin is the only perfume i smell on mine...
Your voice is a cup of honey i have a taste of
Your love is the only song i hear

The green breeze smiled on my skin.
With all my singing heart i touch your colours with love.
i drink your every touch with such a gentle desire...
I listen to your body....moving closer to mine...
With our colours i extract a bottle of perfume and paint the air with stars.

Listen to my touches,my heavenly song...
I'm in love with you so red....
This day has smiled at me...
As you looked into my honey-heart

She sits by her window everyday.
Waiting for her boys.
She has nothing to say.
Waiting for her boys.

She wakes up every morning just to look out the window.
Waiting for her boys.
Swirling around in the hall so narrow.
Waiting for her boys.

She prays every night to her sacred enlightment.
Waiting for her boys.
Wishing on a pure enjoyment.
Waiting for her boys.

Not the weak and vague scent of their presence hovering over her.

Till the day they come home safe and sound.
Till the day they come around.

Safe and sound.
Swirling around.

When the boys come home.
She will not feel lonesome.

And now waiting for her boys.
She collects their childhood toys.

A misst ye sae muckle.
'tis achin' me ****** heart sae fragile.
Come wi's me, will ye nay.
Tae me shore o'er the ocean a' say.

Auld as time yet radiant.
Dancin' a fling me, cold and patient.
Ol' green cabres, leaves fallin' aff
On me shore, ye nay in sight.

Before th' auld red hoose a' stood still.
A glimpse o' sun o'er the ocean shinin' on me still.
Ye, nay in sight.
Me, seeking fae light.

A' sae misst ye, me heart.
Ye took yer path tae part.

When a stranger dies in another town they will bury him just like every other stranger.
No prayers...

When a stranger dies in another town nobody will say good things about him at his own funeral he's all alone.
He's on his own...

No poems read in his honour.
No flowers put down to cheer up the gravestone's gloomy colour.
No tears out to pour.
They just want to help a stranger so poor.
Just another little favour.

I really loved the willow tree in front of our house.
We used to climbed it together for hours.

My Father taught me how to climb the willow tree.
Tighten my grip, strong and steady.
I saw the green leaves reflected in his eyes.
Ever since then i had known the sun would always come to rise.

My Father...
Our beloved Willow Tree...

When my father passed away they cut it down and make a coffin out of it.
That day, i saw my tree falling down and i felt the earth shaking beneath my feet.

My Father...
My Willow Tree

Come back to bed...
Come back into my life...
Come back to me...

I miss you tonight...

Oh sorrow..can I put you to sleep within this soul... Can I put the
memories of our time together to bed... the pain of us being lost
in time has left me a wanderer in my own soul.... The place we
walk in seperates us from the world... It's here we search each
other out... Timeless mists of grey...

My time is not yours...
Your time is not mine...
This feelings so magical at your feet i pour...
Longing for your purity, your body, my sacred shrine....
Left stranded in a trance of continuum.
Never to find my consciousness
My dreams running like water in a dark vacuum.
Your heart to redeem my soul in this torturing endlessness.

I bathe in what you have placed before me...with arms outstretched
hoping to gather you there...to share with you the ancient secrets
of my heart...hoping that just one moment in time the mist will
fade and I will see your face...I will feel your heart beat against
mine...

I have walked through the dark clouds of my youth to see you
These unheard voices inside me, this path i am given so true...
Through time and empty spaces i travel
For i have an unbearable desire to complete you

I hold the hope within like a light...a beacon
for you to see me...
to breach the the walls that have cast us here...
bound by want and need...
A desire to be whole...in all ways....
here in my thoughts i dwell forever.... With a longing so pure
before time....
It is here I will wait for you...
in soulful surrender...
for the truest love of mine


Unto heaven and earth we are made an unfulfilled vow
Yet our hearts will remain one true scent of a story that goes to
the ends of earth

Given secrets,stolen moments
Collapsed,the walls of time
A vow made and so the story began
'The Great Hands forming the ancient colours of the world'. It was time.

One fallen,one forced to dwell,one obliged to serve, for good
Remains cursed,remains bound over emotion,remains divine

Blood and desire hunters hovering around
Lovers in sacred bed knitting their dreams
Shining lights fulfilling holy promises

Dark as starless nights,blasphemous,the fallen one
Passionate,so delicate,trembling with unbearable desires,the promised one.
Timeless,eternal messengers,the heavenly one.

Once cast out,the fall remains untouched.
Twice spread out,the seeking goes to the ends of the world.
Three times invoked,the holy service is eternal.

X : Do you love me or not?
Y : i do if you do,i don't if you don't
X : Does it mean you love me or not?
Y : i love you if you love me and i don't love you if you don't love me.
X : what if i i didn't love you?
Y : then i wouldn't love you.
X : what if i had been lying when i said i loved you?
Y : then i might have loved you but i don't love you.
X : i just want to know if you love me or not.
Y : Ask me then ...whether i love you or not and i'll give you the answer tommorow.
X : Okay,i'll ask you tomorrow...

I look out the window and i see you walking closer towards me.
Snow is falling, covering the world with a beautiful white blanket.
I sit by the fire, waiting for you to knock on my door.
I breathe the sweet air my pinewood fire is scenting... And smile...

Merry Christmas to you...

Blue paradise under the drenched shade of rain.
Sand on my feet feels so real as i walk barefoot along the shore.
I want to believe that the universe is moving toward me.
I want to believe i can run to the ends of the ocean at speed of tachyons.
Crystal, waters, all green as far as i can see.
No poetries can capture the beauty that is swirling round before my eyes.
Brand new waves have come to enlightened my soul once again.
Like they always did
Beneath the surface i leave my footprints like watermarks.
I see what others can't
Colours of the world on hold forever.
To please the eyes of the earth's sons.
My body is emitting... reflecting...
My voice is synthesized, reformed.
Merging with the rhythm of the waves.
Once again...

I want to believe the colours of universe are in my sight.
I want to believe again.
Till the next waves come across me.

I am walking among the silhouette of the trees.
Stranded and lost in the frozen breeze.
I leave no footprints on the wet earth beneath my feet.
My days are nothing but cold sleet.

I still have real feelings though lost.
My spirit fills the circle of cold frost.
I wander my own land in a pursuit of peace.
Will my weary days ever cease?

I miss my old me.
I was full of life and passions....

Now i don't even know name.
The world still looks the same.
Yet remote and far away.
Nothing good left to say.

For me night has not yet come to pass
Beneath the stars that mass
To shine on me and my weary heart.
I took my path to part.

I see nothing but the dark silhoutte of the trees.
I hear nothing but the sound of the falling leaves.
I smell nothing but the scent of the wet earth beneath.

I feel nothing but emptiness...

May God protect ye on thy path.
And all yer days, everything ye have.
Lands of yore, shores of hope, shining on thee.
What evil has be done shall perish, evaporating as morning dew.

As retreat'd yer sweet songs scatter o'er the land.
Heard by lonely rovers swaggering on hills o' man.
Caught by the wind, floating away to the shores.
Where a distant light twinkling before longing lovers.

Ye shall not be redeemed.
In life, nor in dream.
Ay heart o' yers was torn in tatters.
Ye lingered among the silhouettes of the trees.

'Tis a long lonely road ye walk.
Thru' seasons that stalk.
With evergreen trees marching by the river.
As ye watched yer lover walking away in shivers.

O God come and catch our every tear.
For Thou art the hand that built our lands.
Our hearts melting as we climb Thy banks to get nearer.
With angels and saints lamenting lost souls on Thy shores.

I walked myself to a night club because i was terribly weary.
I had a lot of wine with ice cubes and i did not feel sorry.
You weren't there you didn't see.
You didn't share you didn't feel.

My life was swirling around in a glass of red wine.
If i could've spoken only with vowel sound, i wouldn't have gone blind.
The song was good people were dancing.
Music was the food that i'd been seeking.

In the twilights of the dance floor i felt alone.
They could not see my core or where i belonged.
I held the empty air once again and embodied your present to dance with.
My sweatdrops were falling like rain as i danced the song away so weird.

Another year had gone by and you weren't there.
I didn't want to try as much as you didn't want to share.
Share your days with me like you always had before.
Though the man in me kept saying you were what i had been seeking for.

It was an american melody i danced away.
Just a cliché melancholy to drag me away.
From the man i had been.
From you that i had seen.

Was it the wine, the music, or me?
Run out of time, had i?

You weren't there...
You didn't see...
You didn't share...
You didn't feel...

I was so young and raw.
I did not understand everything i saw.
I saw her with her hands between her legs.
She kissed me gently as for more i was to beg.

I was just a kid.
I needed a good deed.

My feet were on the ground unsteadily.
She held me up as she touched me gently.
I was young and wild.
She was grown and mild.

I was just a young man.
To my blood's desire i was to run.

She took my hands and placed them on her *******.
I could feel the smoothness of her skin underneath her silk dress.
The heat of my blood was merging with her rhythm so wild.
She was grown and mild.

I was young and raw.
She had much to show.
I was stubborn and wild.
I saw invitation in her smile.

An invitation into her world.

I can not forget the very first time i set eyes on you.
My heart was in a whirl as you mov'd closer to me.
Enchant'd may i have been, yet modest and true.
If i, wanton and impolite as i be, should have a fancy for 'ee,
I could have for my own eyes caused such a great pleasure.
For you were such a fair sight to the modest eyes.
Nay one man's eyes missed 'ee as swaggered.
J'ining the crowds, proud o' yourself med 'ee have been.
I miss those fair days, ol' Marygreen, by the weather spoiled were we.
'Twas i to seek 'ee, my being heart-tender, hurt to hope.
I oughtn't to hope for God's grace as you whisper'd my name,
Yet 'twas only what had troubled me.

My dear Sue, thine anger upon me was wanton.
As swiftly raged at me, unto me being surpris'd.
I love thee, may not i unto God be made
a saint.
Had i determined my course of action.
I could have been tolerable unto thine eyes.
My heart to pledge as of yore, yet torn and misled upon your path.
Alas! Don't 'ee charm-veiled come to conquer my heart as to setting about planning another journey not to be done.
Before God, and angels, though cast into agony,
'twas me unto whom you came when dark.
My Sue.... My dearest Sue....

"he is walking down the road so happily. he is going to propose to the love of his life today. They had talked about this a few months ago. Living together without a shame. Having kids and becoming parents. What more could he want? This morning when he woke up,he could see a soft ray of sunlight seeping in through the window. For a moment he knew where his life was going to. This girl who has madly make him beg on his knees asking for love. She's the reason he changed his mind about many things in life. They say a man could love more than just once. But not him. He knows that this girl is the only one he wants to grow old with. 'till death or maybe debts do us part' he thought hahaha.....
Oh There she is standing at the door.... So beautiful and heavenly.... Looking into his eyes with such unbearable feelings....
He opens his mouth,begging on his knees....  'will you marry me........?'
She smiles.''

And just like that i woke up finding myself standing in front of her house. It was raining. She had declined my proposal a few months ago. And ever since,every morning i always woke up and found myself sitting in front of her house,staring at it vaguely. The pine trees were my wittnesses. They saw a man who had been cutting wounds on his own heart.

My Father built the house with his own hands.
He loved all kinds of weather or season.
He built it to span the gap between his heart and ours.
He spent too much time fighting his country's enemies.
He was raised by a man with a heart as cold as rain in autumn.
He used to be a beautiful man who walked by the river every morning with his passion for life.
But time has cut some marks on his very skin.

My Father painted the house with his own hands.
He loved all kinds of colour.
He painted the house white to show his true feelings for us.
Many's the time he ran down the road.
Seeking for his own truth of life
With his cold breath he showed me the true meaning of becoming a man.

One frozen night,it was late. I couldn't sleep.
I looked through the window.
There was my Father.
Standing under a Willow tree...naked and cold.
He was staring into the vagueness of the night. Afraid,maybe.
In his nakedness he looked so perfect.
His sun-burnt skin emitting weak lights of his childhood memory.
Wrong or forbidden,his naked body was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen.
A naked body of a man whose heart could bear and hide his secret feelings for years.
My body was shivering with curiousity and adoration.

My Father...
I wish i had been the wind that you're standing against.
I wish i had been the cold rain that covered you unmercifully
I wish i had been the ground that you're standing on.
I wish i could have understood why and when...
I wish i could have known you a lot better
I wish i had read your heart as you had read mine.

You wandered alone in the rain.
I called out to you in vain.
I held the cold air alone in pain.
On your cold empty bed i had lain.

I saw you today when i looked into the mirror.
You were my handsome rover.

I felt your heart beat when i put my hand on my chest.
In everlasting greens forever you will rest.

I sense your presence whenever i walk myself to your hills.
As the world emits your spirit i know i feel.
Your green eyes dwell on the banks where the country lovers climb to pick flowers.
Your song echoes forever in the hearts of lonely rovers.

I miss that long road down the hill to the sea.
There you swaggered the morning away for me to see.
So dreamy and radiant like a precious gem.
To those trees by the water that bloomed as you sang to them.

My Father...
My Rover...
My Saviour...

Hey mates and fellow-poets... I wish you all a very merry christmas.... God bless us all.... :)

i woke up this morning and you weren't there lying next to me.
For a moment i thought you had left earlier.
But you hadn't because then i saw you there sitting by the window.
I walked across the room,put my arms around your waist and felt the wind gently blow.

You turned around,i closed my eyes and  you hugged me so tight.
I could feel your heart beating so close to mine.
My life is a game of love,and with you i wish i was paired.
I opened my eyes and you weren't there...you turned into air...

Today i found some footprints.
I followed them to my surprise.
And they led me into a forest.
As it got darker i felt more thrilled.
I was about to find something.

Then i saw you there.
Standing by a river among the silhouette of the trees.
Your hair radiant beneath the sun.
Leaves falling as the trees moved so restlessly.

You turned around and looked into my eyes.

What are you doing?
What have you done?

Why are the trees moving like that?
Their branches are reaching out like tapering black hands.

You walked closer toward me.
Your blue eyes were shining otherworldly.
Leaves were flying around in a swirl of colours.

You pointed your finger at me.
And i could feel something in me changing.
Bright lights coming out of me as i was growing stranger and senseless.
I felt like i was flying round in the heart of the fog.
I looked down and i saw you staring at me.

I could see my reflection in the water.
I could see another soul of the forest.
I could see a tree with its leaves flapping restlessly in the breeze.

You touched my trunk deeply and leant on me.
My leaves moved weakly as i felt your naked skin against my bark.
I felt my roots  threading their way deeper into the earth.

Then suddenly i felt nothing at all.
Nothing but the cold breeze swirling through my leaves.
For i would stand here in the heart of the forest for the rest of my life.

I want you to kiss me like this.
Not so fast.
Do it slow and soft.
Put your hands here and here and look into my eyes.
Talk less.
Say my name as you move your body.
Caress my hair with love.
I want to taste your body.
I want to feel you inside me.
I want to extract love from your heart.
I want to bind myself to you.
I want you...
I want you...
I want you...
Oh God knows i do...


...........................

Good Night, love......

I touched your face like the first time.
I kissed your lips like the first time.
I caressed your hair like the first time.
I made love to you like the first time.

Like the very first time...

Goodbye....

You're the second person who touched my lips...
Carressed my hair....
Looked me in the eye so deep...
Kissed me so gently and true...
Touched my body so passionately...

But you're the first  who touched my heart...

I woke up this morning the world seemed so right
But you were not in sight.
Right next to me, i saw the vague shape you had made in our bed.
The sheet and your fading-away scent.

I put my hand on it...
With the rays of sunlight seeping in through the window...
I knew you were gone...

You are staring at me.
You have a present in your hands.
I smile as i kiss you gently.
Then you hand me the present.
I start to unwrap it curiously.
What could be more perfect than a present from the one you love on christmas day?

To my surprise, i find a picture inside a little blue box.
It is a picture of you and me 77 years ago when we were having a christmas vacation in Edinburgh.

We were so young and happy.
Your hair was still red as could be.

I smile again as i kiss you and caress your greying hair.
We have been through many christmases together.
How many christmases do we have left to celebrate till we get too old?  

I do not care...
All i know is this moment now.
This christmas with you...

Then i kiss you again just like i did many years ago in Edinburgh, on christmas Day.

Little girls running across the bank.
'Behold the man, the rover' they sang.
With the first blooms of spring humming.
Little girs hopping and dancing.

Children of the green hills.
Before the mountains that stand still.
Along the rivers under the sycamores they pad.
Standing against the storm that is mad.

Little girls come heal my soul...
Lay me down my wounds are foul...
Sing me a song to my sleep...
Into a kind slumber i shall fall deep...

Little girls, i want to dance with the wind that swirls through your hair.
My children, i want to run across my father's land for you are so fair.
I want to dance a fling in the silver light of the moon.
I want to dance and sing with you again very soon.

Little girls...come heal my soul...
My wounds are foul...

I packed my things when you were still deep in your sleep.
I wandered around the room,barefoot,i knew there was no promise to keep.
A ray of gloomy light seeping through,morning rain had clouded up your windows.
You're only a ring away i know  

But i have to go,i missed the last night train.
Here i am at my stop just waiting.
A stranger, no way i'd change back.
I'm going nowhere for you to track.

Why did God do this to us?
Why did everyone have to despise us?
Did we do anything wrong?
Or is it just because into this world we were born?

How long has it been since the last time i saw your beautiful face?
they did not understand how pure our feelings for each other were...
We lived in a circle of loneliness
And the wounds they cut on our skins would remain the same

Living my true life is like secretly reading a forbidden book late at night when the world is asleep.
Being myself is like being stranded in a land where rain never stops falling
Speaking up my own truth in a dark trance of my deepest dreams.
Where my shadow is the only light i see.
Where my heartbeat is the only sound i hear.

I'm transparent and glass-like
Easily read,hands outstretched
Exposed and hurt,unto the world i am
My tunnels of night have no end...

If i could choose where and when...
I would go back to the day i first saw you. Swaggering on your way home without fear.
You said 'being a man is not about being a man. it is about living your life as your heart tells you'.
  
This forbidden passion we shared
These secret touches you poured into me
these kisses that healed my wounds.
You were the willow tree i leant on by the river of despair.....