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THE CAMINO CHRONICLES OISIN’S LAMENT I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL IF FAREWELL IS ALL THAT REMAINS TO BE SAID THE FINAL SONG OF OUR LOVES DAY 1 CANNOT BEAR TO FOREVER HERE STAY ALONE ADRIFT IN TIMES ETERNAL TIDE ALONE, SO ALONE WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL WHEN IN EVERY CANDLES FLAME I LIGHT I SEE YOUR LAUGHING EYES YET SHINE BRIGHT 1 CANNOT BEAR TO FOREVER HERE STAY WHEN IN EVERY TWINKLING STAR I SEE YOUR MISCHEIFS SMILE SPARKLING AMID THE COSMIC SEA I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL FOR WITH EVERY SINGLE BREATH I TAKE YOUR SCENT FILLS MY CHEST WITH FRESH HEARTACHE I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL. . I CANNOT BEAR . . . SIDHE NO BAS (SPIRIT NO DIE, WAR CRY OF THE CELTSIDHE) SOUL ****** ALL DESIRE FLED FROM HATE I CUCHULAINN, MURDERER THRICE CURSED HOUND I SOAKED THE SOIL OF ERIN WITH MY GREIF I CUCHULAINN, ONCE SETENTA PROUD WEARER OF LAURELS FIANNA OF THE RED BRANCH WARRIORS OF EIRIU IMMORTAL I CUCHULAINN, ONCE GEATHA-I-MUIR MAKER OF PEACE, HEALER OF ALL WOUNDS COMPASSIONS SHEILD AND SWORD AMERGHAIN-GLENNA-GLUN I CUCHULAINN, THE THRICE ACCURSED SON OF THE FATHER WHO SACRIFICED HIS SON CAANAICELT WHO SACRIFICED HIS DAUGHTER, AINE I SLEW MY BROTHER, FERGUS-MAC-ALBA I CUCHULAINN, THE BROTHER-KILLER BROTHER OF THE SWORD, OF MY BLOOD LITTLE PAIRSIDHE, TO MY HECTOR ONCE I CUCHULAINN, THE LOST MINION TO THE BEASTS LUST WHO COULD NOT DIE WHO SO WANTED TO DIE I CUCHULAINN, OF THE ****** HAND NO MORE FERGUS MY BROTHER FORGIVE ME MY BEAUTIFULL BROTHER I THANK YOU, SAORSIDHE SAORSIDHE. . SAORSIDHE. .SAORSIDHE (SAORSIDHE – LIT. FREE SPIRIT) MEMORIES CANDLE I GO BE A MAN TODAY THE ENEMY COME FATHER BROTHERS COUSINS ALL CLANN, CHILDREN OF EIRIU I GO BE A SHEILD THIS NIGHT FOR WANS WEE FALLEN! SO MANY. . HOLD! HOLD! FOR LOVE OF EIRIU HOLD! HOLD! AIEEEE! WANS WEE SIDHE NO BAS!
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
john-graham
OISIN'S LAMENT
THE CAMINO CHRONICLES OISIN’S LAMENT I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL IF FAREWELL IS ALL THAT REMAINS TO BE SAID THE FINAL SONG OF OUR LOVES DAY 1 CANNOT BEAR TO FOREVER HERE STAY ALONE ADRIFT IN TIMES ETERNAL TIDE ALONE, SO ALONE WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL WHEN IN EVERY CANDLES FLAME I LIGHT I SEE YOUR LAUGHING EYES YET SHINE BRIGHT 1 CANNOT BEAR TO FOREVER HERE STAY WHEN IN EVERY TWINKLING STAR I SEE YOUR MISCHEIFS SMILE SPARKLING AMID THE COSMIC SEA I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL FOR WITH EVERY SINGLE BREATH I TAKE YOUR SCENT FILLS MY CHEST WITH FRESH HEARTACHE I CANNOT BEAR TO SAY FAREWELL. . I CANNOT BEAR . . . SIDHE NO BAS (SPIRIT NO DIE, WAR CRY OF THE CELTSIDHE) SOUL ****** ALL DESIRE FLED FROM HATE I CUCHULAINN, MURDERER THRICE CURSED HOUND I SOAKED THE SOIL OF ERIN WITH MY GREIF I CUCHULAINN, ONCE SETENTA PROUD WEARER OF LAURELS FIANNA OF THE RED BRANCH WARRIORS OF EIRIU IMMORTAL I CUCHULAINN, ONCE GEATHA-I-MUIR MAKER OF PEACE, HEALER OF ALL WOUNDS COMPASSIONS SHEILD AND SWORD AMERGHAIN-GLENNA-GLUN I CUCHULAINN, THE THRICE ACCURSED SON OF THE FATHER WHO SACRIFICED HIS SON CAANAICELT WHO SACRIFICED HIS DAUGHTER, AINE I SLEW MY BROTHER, FERGUS-MAC-ALBA I CUCHULAINN, THE BROTHER-KILLER BROTHER OF THE SWORD, OF MY BLOOD LITTLE PAIRSIDHE, TO MY HECTOR ONCE I CUCHULAINN, THE LOST MINION TO THE BEASTS LUST WHO COULD NOT DIE WHO SO WANTED TO DIE I CUCHULAINN, OF THE ****** HAND NO MORE FERGUS MY BROTHER FORGIVE ME MY BEAUTIFULL BROTHER I THANK YOU, SAORSIDHE SAORSIDHE. . SAORSIDHE. .SAORSIDHE (SAORSIDHE – LIT. FREE SPIRIT) MEMORIES CANDLE I GO BE A MAN TODAY THE ENEMY COME FATHER BROTHERS COUSINS ALL CLANN, CHILDREN OF EIRIU I GO BE A SHEILD THIS NIGHT FOR WANS WEE FALLEN! SO MANY. . HOLD! HOLD! FOR LOVE OF EIRIU HOLD! HOLD! AIEEEE! WANS WEE SIDHE NO BAS!
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Wreathed in kinetic wisps of fog, the trees achromatize, then re-emerge, verdant. Chi Gong students wave hands in clouds - no longer a metaphor, but this morning ...                                     breathable. Stillness envelops all until leaf blowers and edge clippers cleave the calmness with their sounds of domesticated gardens. As if defeated by the din, the fog retreats back towards the ocean, leaving but a token of itself shimmering on the grass. Glenna Duméy 10/22/11
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
glenna-dumey
Saturday AM marine layer, Goose Egg Park, Santa Monica
Wreathed in kinetic wisps of fog, the trees achromatize, then re-emerge, verdant. Chi Gong students wave hands in clouds - no longer a metaphor, but this morning ...                                     breathable. Stillness envelops all until leaf blowers and edge clippers cleave the calmness with their sounds of domesticated gardens. As if defeated by the din, the fog retreats back towards the ocean, leaving but a token of itself shimmering on the grass. Glenna Duméy 10/22/11
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