The engines roar
Movement is ****** forward
Shaking in the vibrations of its force.

Looking out of the small window
I see the Earth passing away beneath us
Those green, green fields, that once held my dreams
Are fading into the distance
Those trees and hedges, that once echoed my soul
Will become in time tender past memories.

Lines are crossing the land below
Gray lines
Upon them matchbox replica's move to and fro.

Roof tops with chimneys bursting forth,
This world looks so different from up here
Little villages and towns scatter the patch worked quilt
A domain of little people, Leprechauns
I see myself down there, staring up, The Soul,
Waving farewell to its body.

Deep inside
Wells those tears of parting
Of saying farewell to the hearts final beat.

I lay back my head
Close to my eyes
Feeling the parting of friends and family, the place
I shall always call my home,
That land these hands have held, its texture
Like a women's Lily soft skin,
No soil on Earth clings stronger to the bone, no dream as bright
As dreams of journeys home.

In my silent thoughts
I hear the cries of friends,
Echoing the haunting voice of home and place.

Yet! I did leave her like an ungrateful lover,
And how she has grieved for her wondering companions;
Clinging to her children with every essence of her form
But I shall always dream of her,
Of her tenderness and her warmth,
Farewell my dearest Mistress, My aching heart.

Your Lover
Your child
Now has left your womb.

But I shall return dear breath, back to you
As the western Winds return again upon the Firth
To lay but once more within your arms,
to feel your form beneath my flesh
And like the fragrance that flows gently from your image
My Soul and Body,
Together with yours,
Shall forever roam.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Away ye tempests rising
the songs of life fall short
the faded images of the morrows sun
shall dim afore these eyes once bright
there is no longer a song to carry
nor a drifting phrase to brighten this mind
only pastures of endless countless wishes
that e'er now but longs to hide.
I have heard the chambers roar
triumphant he comes and brings
to these ears that final mirth
to this soul its long abide
These eyes of mine dim and worn
to the bitter step and paths arrayed
I lay back in my final glory to
the ancestral calls and faded halls
the bygone lands where they my fathers be.
I cry O' winds but e'er one last time
and thunder to the heavens e'er sweet glory
My bardic drift shall fade sweetly away
into a Celtic Gaels soft story.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

A little word
flies, cries
outward runs
flows, grows
faster upon the air
grasping, gasping
needing to share
screams, dreams
vibrant to the ear
whispers, whimpers
All it contains.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Where brown to tan
invites the eye
the silent sigh
that whimpers upon its find
The mind
Lost where reason fills, consumes
That here looms
Both in dream and sight
The beat of a heart.

That here where
in the fragrance I stroll
Know
The illuminating light that shines
Refines
My heart to the knowledge
That love grows, Fills and here invites
Ignites
Me ever to her form.

That love
That might of mortal dreams
Screams
upon the night its want
to be,
To see
where the eyes long
the hands strong
Long to touch and be

Ah! so simple the tender needs
Bleeds
through and within the orb of thought
so strongly as though it was caught
forever within her sight
The might
That ebbs to the flow of emotion
Singles to the devotion
Of all that love should be
And finds it at home in me.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

I cant really say what it is
That draws me so, seems to hold me
Upon its fine charismatic flavor
distills within me
Those fine thoughts
pragmatic ramblings of mind
that sweeps across in tides of reason
Where in truth no reason exists.
It's looking into a mirror
that self, reflecting back
cries out within me
those long past days
That fill every boundary
opens its seems unusual doors
Into the wide spectrum of existence.
In the quite times
where my mind drifts upon the soft words
I come to understand something more deep
More real than all that existence holds true
That Love,
That virus of the soul
spurge's within unique metaphors
of the fine lines by which mortals place
The guiding vortex of existence.
That God, that power. being
In our constant search
opens the windows of the Soul
That we all may breath deep its fill.
Here upon the fine tuned fork
Love draws itself out upon the pain
Subdues the heart and holds it
Like a warm deep ocean
Where love in tides
Sweeps humanity away.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

A woman's heart
such a delicate flower
that blooms upon the rich warm fields
Where love calls its name.

Each petal of her
like a rich brocade
woven to the sheer delights
That fills a woman's Soul.

It is in her
that truly all mystery arises
Holds dear to form and substance
The dreams that are the worlds.

But this heart
How so it pounds
thrives for the consistency
that eternal need.

To be shared, consumed, held
In the vibrancy of want, passion
In the delicate sound of a word
in the soft touch of a hand.

It engulfs, holds her,
rushing deep
fills every gap
And makes her whole.

To live in the fantasy
where wants collide upon the breath
The sweet instinctive musk
that arouses from the depths of them.

Their passion that quivers upon
Through and for that gentle touch
To be loved whole and sweetly
lived in and with that erupting soul.

They strive in its simplicity
their want, their need
For loves fulfillment
that shines from their eyes.


Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Welcome Stranger come and hear
the words that draw the heavens near
and listen to it's breeze that blows from the East
of whose Ancient cast melody tames Man and Beast.

For Tis a song so old that time has forgot
the writer of its winds wherein it's Lyrics are caught
But it's secrets may be heard and it's power felt
within the heart and mind of a truthful Celt.

For its words though obscure hold the greatest key
for all the descendants to come and see
The place where verse and rhyme equate with time
to show man's greatness and his crime.

Tis a place where all may come to Ken
the song Of the Bard over Hill and Glen
Tis a song of Being, Of Life's joy and its pain
O'Blissful tender passions and tortures mournful slain.

Tis a Journey back into the past,a relic of times gone
and yet a journey into the future, O'Life's greatest song
So Welcome stranger into a World of verbal fantasy
and to the inspirations of this Bardic Rhapsody.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Beats
here in this warm abode
where the gurgles of life
hinge and gather
to intensify the beats.
Warm
these waters of being
that holds retained
the dream of a tomorrow
the sight of a new day.
Little chances flicker here
everything seems of its own
simply to be
Yet such power
such a crafting
that yields bone to form
Skin to muscle
and pumps the life named
from heart to heart
and here in the silence
I unborn, live.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Its a long, long walk
where yesterday's images trail the long winding roads of nowhere
Seem ajar to what ever mystery life once held and echoed
the silent slumber of faded promises and disillusioned ideals
Soak together in the oblivion of the abyss, and cries.
There's a spot, unpolluted by the lies and wrongs
Far away from that changing that consumed and diluted us,
Where still I behold your perfection ever anew, like a dream
That even in the wakened state I feel close to the bone.
Time doesn't change things, nor have we,
I still see the sparkle in your eyes
That silent want to be held again
kissed and loved so tender
Like in the day's before the pain.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

When tides turn
the rolling flood fills
seems as if there to spill
upon the hallowed grounds
the flow of all that within a moments prayer
Rushes out there to compare
the tragedy of a moment
the internal drive lost in torment
That crushes forth those boundaries
where bears the tears of life's foundries
and pours out its delicate essence of form
In the simple bud of a tear.

That hearts and minds together pressed
there before ourselves - Undressed
The scars of the world that holds us down
suffocates us to drown
In the hollows of our being - seeing
The last fine ray of love outstretched
unable to grasp - We gasp
for the loss that is the woe of the soul
the love that would not come nor go
Just hovers in-between our beings
lost forever to our hearts dealings
that ravishes our sleep to no-more
where brands the pain, annoy, it's sore
upon the cold and lonely floor
Where we weep our bitter dreams.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

She holds these butterfly dreams
these dragonfly visions
always before her eyes
to materialize
The longed for want that within abides
the tear that cannot hide,
this deliverance of love
that flutters within her heart as a dove
longing the expression, the want
To fly high the fields of hope
Where she can cope
with the uncertainties, the fears
that within her at times sheers
her world apart to the doubt
Of all that she does want.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

The wee cries
press out upon the chest
echoes out and through
till soon
it embraces the nights air
Fills the solitary moment
And leaves there its mark.

I watch
from the shadows of thoughts
where the lips quiver
the tears run their course
out and upon
the fine silk pillow case
To leave there the stain of the heart.

I watch the moaning
that rolls upon her loss
the long pain that stretches
across the wide brim
where the heart breaks, dies
fades into oblivion
A place of shattered souls
Here that gather, reside forever
Upon the desolate fields of emotions.

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

I've heard the replayed dreams
That fill the memories
grips the foundations of their souls
and lingers out like a dying kiss
to ever haunt the nights abyss
Of nothing and of all.
Here, where the roots of humanity
tinge the fine lines of fate
dances the long voyage of the heart
And there closes the gate.


Alisdaire O'Caoimph

She roams through my mind
in combustive states
that dissolve the elusive run,
melts the *** to her honey
invades the forefront
charging the grounds of my thoughts
Invigorating the new.

Dazed, baffled,
I wake to her sunshine
drenched to her love,
How direction finds us
draws us close, subdues us
with little worlds, big thoughts
these concepts of women
That change ever our horizons.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

She roams through my mind
in combustive states
that dissolve the elusive run,
melts the *** to her honey
invades the forefront
charging the grounds of my thoughts
Invigorating the new.

Dazed, baffled,
I wake to her sunshine
drenched to her love,
How direction finds us
draws us close, subdues us
with little worlds, big thoughts
these concepts of women
That change ever our horizons.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Death Haunts

Death haunts me like a shadow
an excuse of sorts that jars my thoughts
always captures me unawares
Between the sheets of ghosts and the linen of things.
not that it matters I suppose we all have our day
that marked territory of Hades and Shoals
Those gateways that the boat somehow crosses between,
These are the images that bind us and **** us
Taking our last image and rendering it null and void
placing a memory of persona upon another's thought patterns
And leaving us bare to the cold and empty Hollows of death.
We can't do a ****** thing about it
amazing how we live this life trying to control all our horizons
Then to hit that final brick wall where nothing is controllable,
Nothing fits, just the silence wins the day, the hour, that moment.
Just like that second prior to conception, I wonder.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Enchanted I
by a Lianasidhe
Caught like a fish
upon a lure of bonnie smiles;
Bewitched by all her craft
that ever before me stands.
Enchanted I
by two deep pools of blue
and hair, gold and Ivory entwined,
by cameo silk, moon glossed skin
fragrant, warm, inviting
evoking the tempest of my passion.
Enchanted I
By some form of witchcraft
Spun by forces beyond my depth
and I like a fly to the web,
helplessly await to be devoured
consumed spirit, flesh and body.
Enchanted I
by what work of Gods' involved
to send swiftly that ancient arrow
that flies from cupids bow so straight
to engulf the beats of this heart,
draining the soul drop by drop
till all that is me within her dwells.

Enchanted forever,

Enchanted to you.


Alisdaire O'Caoimph

I wander here again
as many the day before
for a span of years this mind
roams upon the shore.

Little remembrances
re-educates the heart once more
to the simple easy days
When life held open its core.

The sun glistens upon the sea
the wind soft to form
caresses here the jagged weeds
the thistle and the thorn.

I wander deep my old paths
were in youth I roamed and played
the magic of the fairytale
was the land and what it gave.

Sweet the dreams that flood and fill
these tranquil moments in time
holds bright the promise of another day
As upon the hills I climb
.
Where mighty hawk hovers above
where the cliffs race to the sea
To those lochs that are ever so fresh
to the sweet mornings plea.

I journey back across the years
as fate has had me roam
To see the land of which I'm part
to feel my distant home.

There's no shore like that of hers
no field that hugs the soul
just empty planes without any names
that runs a foreign flow.

I dream of her my seductive queen
when the nights are cold and dark
I see her there inviting me
Dressed in her heather sark.


Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Jiggle a notion of the Hieland brew
that swells from Scotland's crispy dew
To fill hearts a plenty with joy and song
Scot's Whiskey born wild and strong.

Swallow that liquid of golden honey
down your gullet to warm your tummy
Then know you drank the breath of Gods
a fiery brew you drunken sods.

Crisp as a cold wind against your lungs
Hot as the temper upon your tongues
Whiskey,Whiskey the Scotsman's drink
that lifts your spirits to the brink.

You'll find it where ever Scotsman congregate
Heiland Whiskey best drank straight.

-----Alisdaire O'Caoimph------

That here in this twilight
where the Sun fades upon the gloaming hours
I draw my thoughts upon her form
where heart to mind amidst the storm
calls her name out upon the darkened skies.
Sighs,
for the want so great that fills my skin
the desire so burns deep its flame
That all I can do is dream a dream
Hope a hope and echo a prayer
That beside her will find me there
To hold the vision, the wanting need
to be always around and within
The structures of her day.
Is it strange or wrong to want as much
To feel the need within pang upon its cry
This delight that some how holds upon you
The texture that is my soul.
Love, this want, this need
here so gathers upon the mind
and rushes out in such a way
As to fill my world so bright.
Its not that I'm lost to you
that these feeling consume to much
Rather that in the fringe of my being
I understand, Know deep
This love longs your keep.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

It robs me
as sure as any villain
This moment, this time
dressed upon itself
laying in wait, the second
when snatched away
It steals my heart.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

It's strange for me to think
that some women see me as their missing link
"By God" says I "They're blind
If I'm the best that they can find."
For I'm not a man of eloquent charm
nor one with protruding muscles in my arm
No seductive tongue nor Golden locks
Only words that the English language mocks
Definitely no Greek God would stumble so low
with my physique,the world to show
Just plain as plain ever could be
if they truly had eyes they'd see
I'm far from the **** wooing body
but rather fleshy and fairly stocky
God knows by pound or stone I am
of greater wealth than beef or ham
"But if it suits them Lord
Who am I to disagree!"
So welcome Women for all you care
of freckled Skin and receding hair.

---Alisdaire O'Caoimph---

I remember a bright summer's day
When the light seemed brighter more alive
and filtered through the branches of a huge Oak
And danced a sacred dance around the daisies beneath.

I heard a chorus of bird at play
watched them jump and fly from twig to twig
and somewhere in all this subtle perfection I,
Became lost in a world of neither regions.

It was here, that from within the edges of the wood
That all of a sudden life sprang like a fresh new breath
and I saw the perfection of every molecule of life
In radiant blaze and glory, filling, Filled.

I saw long past horizons arise and fade
at the speed of but a blinking eye
and all around in song Nature cried her deepest
Till swaying to the winds gentle toss, I awoke.

I stand firmly upon these ancient formless fields
That are filled with the core of man's Soul and blood
Joining us all in some sort of eternal rendition
Of all that life was meant to be.

Faded sighs hush the lullabies
of those that fell for the love of her
Casting upon the circles of formulation
The dreams of destinies child.

It's not oft that the world can so freely give
All that it's essence holds and draws
But once in a blue moon, or a strange summer's day
Life awakens to someone.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

That I miss you
Oh! How faint these words are to the truth
That without you, I lay empty
alone to the charge of night and day
That you are as a whisper
constant to stray upon my mind
harbour deep within my dreams.
The longing I hold
stretches out across the miles
wages myself against myself
In a battle I never win,
For it's all that I dream
There beside you-holding
wanting to feel your warmth against mine
The need to be, really be
That somehow deep you draw me too.
It's the soft touch of your hands I feel
when these eyes of mine close,
The smell of your hair, your skin
That fragrant aroma of life.
It's the love in your eyes
that calls me from the depth of my Soul
That I love, most devotedly, most holy
these moments, days and nights
That seem to pass so fast
Themselves a dream.
I miss you
where my heart beats
this soul of mine resides
There, here, before you
Always to confide
That which love so speaks.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Baruch ata adonai elohainu melech ha-olam she-hakol nee-yah bidvaro
Blessed art Thou, Lord our God, King of the universe through whose word all things are called into being.


God called, God Formed, God made--the three levels of man Soul, Spirit and body.

The prayer

From heart to heart
the words intoned
The spirit bridges
bears fast the soul
Awakens the moment
Grasps God's hand and cries
That deliverance fills
The healing consumes
That whole to whole
all bodies bound
Three in one
the spirits sound
The Soul true
The spirit awakened
The body whole
It is this O' God
That I seek and pray
Thy will be done
and done thy will.
Let hands guided
thoughts embraced
Hearts true
ways pure
Fill and gather
awaken and fulfill
My Star to shine
her brightest hew

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

My words
that here etch upon
lay black upon white, the thought
that form that lingers silent amongst
those cushioned membranes of mind.
Whisper, and sometimes cries
so deeply from within, without
Into a world of being whereby I see
all that you are.
There where the night plays
in feathered dreams
the world readdresses itself
and here in the sweet pantomime of plays
I understand the depth.
Dark the hushed embrace
wherein I trace
those remnants that are of you.
That I touch, reach out to hold
grasp, a little more than indeed I understand.
It is within these boundaries
that stress the points of being, seeing
That I fall to the whim of the moment
the torment that resides
longing to know you more.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

"O' Circle O' ancient standing stones
        that excites the senses, chills the bones
        O' but to know the secrets contained in thee
        If but one secret, you'd give to me."
        ____

        When times were ancient, old and worn
        and priests,those Druids in secrets sworn
        To cast like Merlin amongst the breeze
        the secrets of Oak and Rowan trees.

        The wise ones in circles of primal flame
        would cast and call upon the sacred name
        The elements would shake at this request
        knowing to well the Grails Holy guest.

        The Heavens would darken, the thunder's roar
        As lightning would strike into Earths central core
        The Sea's would rumble ,roar and over flow
        and all the Earth would shake wishing to know.

        The Sigil, the Talisman,what form it took
        What mighty symbol could life's foundations have shook
        "No mortal man this, with powers so grand
        Is Merlin but a Mortal,or a God upon the land?"

        For in Sacred groves under Beltane's flame
        come the cries of the Lords born without name
        and above the horizon, twined with the Moon
        arises the Heavenly Mother to her full bloom.

        Dance young Maidens,lease forth your cry
        come in songs O' joy, let your emotions fly
        Young Celtic warrior brave ,portray you your glory
        and give Honor to Honor, Holy to Holy.

        Look at Merlin, how he walks with the fire
        Filled with the passions of Life's true desire
        Watch him grow ,take wing and fly
        upon the breath of the Dragon ,in the sky.

        So set sail ye the soul, that ancient form
        and cast forth thy will into the depths of the storm
        Follow ye, the wind from the Sacred East
        and there meet the mighty man and priest.

        Release your bonds, set free your heart
        gaze within the depths of one's inner part
        Then take hold the maiden, Mother and old Hag
        Love them equally and do not sag.

        Give freely of thy spirit,receive nothing in return
        then come Earth's Child to the Stones to learn
        The secrets of secrets,within each of us one
        that by which all is cast and eventually is done.

        Then be you like Merlin and others before
        that have entered our gardens,Returned form behind it's door
        So fear ye none save yourself, that is the truth
        something one can never learn, while their mind plays in youth.

        But gather you together the strength of the will
        Once that be done, Son, then you shall we fill
        And the days shall sing of praises, the rain shall fall like wine
        Invigorating the Earth,making all once again mine.

        Such shall it be, the day a Merlin shall arise
        to relieve the pain and suffering of Man's stifled cries
        For we are the Ancient of Ancients,Born but with one name
        We are the keepers of the Soul's of Arianrod and Heaven's great flame.

        To whom ever dares, wishes or enters here
        Let him meet first his deepest darkest fear
        And should he surpass all tests and walk on through
        Then behold the cauldron of rebirth awaits you.

        For the Rod of Merlin shall await the one
        and the Crown of Dana,bold as the sun
        Then shall we come with hearts full and rich
        To teach our secrets, their tone, Their pitch.

        Alas, fulfilling the destiny we made e'er so long ago
        the returning age of Arthur, for all to Know.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

He has painted a thousand pictures
this dreamer of the dream
Mixed his colours, dressed his canvas
Sketched his adornment
laid paint to form
etched the shadows that fall
holds the captive perspective
and rain, pours down
from those emotional webs within
every angle and line
perplexed thought
dream
layer to layer
blended to textures
He creates his universe
such simplistic lines
that here holds him upon its grasp
A realization
that from his works
everything is and was
but reflections of what he saw
Within her eyes.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

I seek the soft caress
where tales undress
your long smooth form
where fingers beg, torment and roam
Deep to the bone
Every hungered kiss,
demented bliss
That wages forth and cannot be denied
Where dreams engulf, sealed, cried
The budding lips that out pour
for the lingering want to tease, adore
Each scented fair that gathers the mind
Holds us tight there to find
Every combustive motion
of loves ****** potion
that wages deep upon our cries, that want
Better to tease, Torment, Taunt
Where eyes glazed, hovers, begs
another touch upon silken legs
the moments rush
the explosive crush
of tormented valleys
upon sensual galleys
where love to love
the want rides above
All that holds the passion true.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Ah! But the turbulent cries of the ages
That here fill the mighty pen to wail
With hordes of unfulfilled reasons
And the weight of the mighty Veil.

Tribulations fills the mocking state
the anxiety that so envelopes but the form
Till gnashing is heard and quivering lips express
The guilt of the hearts great storm.

Pathetic creatures we surely become
When the gift of love so out bears our Souls
and lingering in faded anticipated halls
We come to grips with loves bitter blows.

Shudder to think the truth we carry
Each and every mortal, unending story
The faded cloth that once promised the world
Lays in the discarded rags of unfulfilled glory.

Then hearts weary from the toil of life
Begs Death its silent slumber of peace
As if here in the grave we are finally free
From the sacred love, That golden fleece.

Pity the hearts torn ever asunder to
The quickened lip and desirous body
That fast to gate the heart so sallies
To rest amidst loves succulent valleys.

Till soon the eye perceives the lie
and torn from inside it bears its cross
To lay upon the weeping times of breath
And awaits hopefully some peace across.

We gather our world in triumph around us
Hold high our heads to the justification we believe
Yet! We fail the step where love holds the simple promise
And sadly we, but forever the loss, grieve.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph