Cu FaoilAwaken the sense of mystery, possibility, and compassionLong hidden behind a shield of cold and indifferenceMarching to face this brave new worldWith weapons of hope and loveLooking deep for the courage to fight a new fightMy soul releases its battle cryAs I charge towards the treasures of my heart.
Illusion, Allusion, DelusionIllusion, Allusion, DelusionTrifectaThe almost epic achievementFor which some men striveSome may contemplate thisWhile others actively pursue this legendary questRarely, does one attain his goalYet on they go
The Holy GrailNot beautiful and shining as thoughtBut plain, simple and strongThis may be the most illusive acquisitionFor surely one of the trinity has more power than the otherA quinella at bestSeldom will you get all threeWhile this inner debate rages onJudgment may be taking placeIf the allusive Alpha grants you clandestine audiencePermissive as she is
Beta may be blockedFor Beta is the more seclusiveOf these two celestial beingsAnd she would quickly grant all acquittance from her lifeIncluding Alpha no matter how pentinentSurreptitiouslyOnly Pendragon has been granted accessTo the Avalon that these two elusive stars shareYet as furitive as he may beStealth must be attainedAnd he would suffer the wrath of a GoddessWith great tribulation
ContradictionMe; ContradictionDo not try to pigeon hole meI am a square peg to your round holeI am neither liberal nor conservativeChristian nor PaganI am allAnd was taught too much to be noneI am me.I have claimed to be neither Hippy nor GothI have never been accused of being PrepRedneck, maybeHey, Im me.I will dress how I pleaseAll black with lace one daySkirt and sandals the nextJeans and tee todayWrap dress and heels tomorrowThen jump in the river wearing itIm me.I will listen to what I wantIron Maiden or Metallica yesterdayLater The DoorsThen turn on some TchaikovskyDream to Lorenna McKennittDance to E NomineDrive to RammsteinOnly later debate if I want Blackmores Night, Billie Holliday or Dropkick MurphysMaybe some Bob MarleyNo, Robert JohnsonWhat is my mood?I cannot fit your stereotypesNor will I tryI am meI live in the suburbsDream of the countryBut go to the city to danceWhen I decide I want to be around othersMaybe especially th
CelloEver so faint, I heard the voiceOf a friend from long agoCome back to me it criedYet somewhereWithin that soft entreatyVaguely hid a tauntAn autumn eveFirst dawn of springA lonely winter nightBit by bitMy desire roseStillI turned my backA roaring fireCandlelightDying embers banked near mornAll this I was made to feelHear, see and smellHow well this oneStill knew my heartIt hurtTo see you walk away,Out of nothing more thanPiqueI was gently rebuked by that seductive voiceAnd yes, the taunt was definitely therePeace of mind, you might findI may calm your restless heartTears burned behind my eyesNever once did you disappoint.That was all within your self.You set yourself too lofty a goal.But first you must come to terms.Are you doing this for yourself this time?Or are you trying to rectify the past?DefeatIn the slump of my shouldersI turned to face himAt least once moreCome backThat soothing
Q and A"Do you wear that star as a sign of the Devil?""The Devil made the stars?""I like that circle necklace you wear.""It's the moon.""Oh.""Why do you seem to promote witchcraft?""Why do you wear a murder weapon on your neck?"
SoughWhispers in the darkof nothingand everythingbring knowledgeand comfortto those destituteof these seeminglymundane thingsso manytakefor granted.