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Off into the distance, total darkness,
to the right where all was light
Divinity thy beast is coming
from his land of endless night.
The thunder and the lightning playing
terrors own sweet symphony.
Darkness, which is soul destroying,
brings the man of dark to thee.
And then the beasts do scream in anger,
for the vengeance of the light is near,
summoned by an angel cry,
many of the night shall sing death's song.
As God's anger strikes the earth,
upon lightning bolt Unicorn falls,
black as night, horn ivory,
upon its back, a figure of black.
The Arlaghs, they who never fear,
kin to wolf, they never run,
head of wolf, body of man,
legs of wolf to speed them on.
Always toward enemy, ne'er retreat,
kill all mortals, eat of meat.
Red the day when Arlagh strikes,
blood, their nutriential drink.
Fear spread through the mortals that fled,
they saw the signs, all was lost.
A master of the darkest night,
now come to earth but what the cost?
Would womanhood pine away,
at the closing of the day?
Would man be done, ne'er to return?
Would their flame finally blow out?
Riding forth across Badicha's plain,
unicorn and man of night.
Straight as the errant flame,
they both do come into the light.
Sword, Utamol in his right hand,
held aloft to the child of light,
in salute to beauty's all,
in salute to woman's power.
They do turn to face a foe,
the Arlaghs they begin to come,
ground will shake where e'er they go
they do come upon the run.
Come then forth to meet thy fate,
Hounds of Hell, no hesitation,
for Utamol does softly call,
the sword of blood will have you all.
"Stand alone and you shall die."
an Angel cries from way up high.
"I stand here, let any come,"
The dark man said, before the gates.
No man came, he stood alone,
Arlaghs forming as they ran.
The charge was coming, the blood red noon,
A Dark Man did await his fate.
With slavering and gnashing teeth they came,
the Arlaghs on their deathly charge.
Both Unicorn and man of night,
Moved not from where they stood.
Silent as statues standing there
both ready for the blood-letting to come.
Man and Unicorn, single heart, single brain,
standing under a now darkening sun
To Be Continued..........
When I kick the bucket you better cry
misery and loneliness overwhelm you when I die
You better mourn over me missing me a lot
even with another don't ever let me be forgot
Make your home a shrine over my memory
let every soul know how much your missing me
Beseech the entire town for my memorial day
lead every church service remembering me as you pray
Keep dreaming of me every night pine away
for if you don't I'll haunt you every day
It's not that I am greedy or needy for your love
to simply remembered me is all I'm guilty of
So when you lay flowers on my immaculate kept grave
just remember that trust fund and all the promises you made.
Why worry about what the future brings?
Tomorrow's just another day, they say,
No need to pout, and pule, and pine away.
Instead, I'll relish this day's offerings,
Anticipate tomorrow's profferings,
And strive to keep all gloomy thoughts at bay,
And let the future bring me come what may.
With fortitude I'll weather fortune's stings.
I may not always know the world's largesse,
But sure's the sun keeps rising and setting,
And sure's the world continues its spinning,
Worry is no way out of hopelessness.
A chance to renew, the past forgetting,
Each day's reward is a new beginning.
Author's note: I'm not by nature a worrier, but I do try to build on the past and plan for the future.
Like a tsunami from the ocean
I want to churn everything, inside out
But rue the fact that,
Like a bubble in the air
Have to be content with only
Being fidgety inside myself.
When the rocks try to stop
The natural flow of river, downwards
Even the transparent water, gets bloodied,
Breaking its head on the rocks,
I can feel its squirming and quibbling
But can remain only a mute spectator.
Whenever I feel oppressed, in any form
My heart seethes and fumes
My blood Inside tends to boil over
Only to become cold again, why?
Perhaps it is not in my nature to retaliate,
Then, am I condemned remaining wounded, perpetually?
Unable to do much about oppressive relations,
I pine away with my grief
Only wishing I could also free myself
And others of the oppression and the pain it inflicts
And enjoy the happiness and freedom
endowed by nature, in relations.
But looking at nature’s infinite vastness, where
Despite tight bonding and discipline in every bit
All relationships out there enjoy
Innate freedom, harmony and fairness
Then Wounds inflicted by the experience of oppression,
Fill me with jealousy and pain even harder and deeper.
Hope is life, maybe quite dreamlike
The change, which would destroy
the current forms of oppressions
and build relationships, free and fair, anew
seems to be a far cry, as of now.
the volcanoes are also destined to remain
dormant inside, for centuries, before they erupt.
Self Translation of my Hindi poem 'Parivartan'
Oh, where did all the beauty go?
Left in fluffy, white, wintry snow?
Or is it in some springtime gaze?
Ah, misty mornings, dewy haze!
Does it live in the skies we see,
the wonder of what life can be?
Searching and musing all the while
attic rooting through each dust pile.
Hearing songs in the distant air
rushing to places that just aren't there.
In fields full of lovely flowers
we pine away long, lonely hours;
then glance inside, down dark within
where all these thoughts we think begin.
Hoping to find a speck of awe
but nothing's there awake at all.
How dare it try to disappear!
When beauty's gone, we're left in fear.
Exhausted minds must grasp what's calm,
now look right here, it's in your palm.
Oh precious noble sunrise gift
Collecting small pieces of mosaic to a beautiful love
You're my majestic rose whom blossoms deeply splendid
Flowering a Princess young and lightly blushing regal sovereign
Take me with you into dreams of royal splendor
where your grace pours upon lips divine honey
Please don't make me dream lonely or pine away
It would be the beginning to a warm happiness true lovers should feel
Where we will hold each other in silent whispers
Starlight wonder dances on a stream of silver dust
And the moon's loving energy promotes the Divine
Magically you raise me up enchantingly songs
A heavenly choir bringing the stars into the soul
Inside your Heaven we will fly together free
As the sunflower we turn our minds toward the light
Becoming one spouse with the perfect pure love
Into another space I feel you all around me
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 22.07.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
-From the Passover musical that I wrote, "On Eagles' Wings." My sister Amy Grace helped me with this. This was the song of the Hebrew slaves in Egypt-
Each day we wake
Before dawn’s break
And go out to the field
If bone you break
No rest you take
We’re longing to be healed
From day to day
We have no say
About what we shall do
You must obey
Whate’er they say
And if you don’t, poor you!
And we toil during sickness
And we toil during pain
And however hard we work we know
That we’ll receive no gain
And we’re aching from the hardship
And we drag our feet and mope
And we pine away for lack of–-
Throughout each day
We stomp on clay
We shake our heads and sigh
Our legs are sure
They can’t stomp more
We force them to comply
In heat and cold
More bricks we mold
Our work can’t satisfy
If thirst, no sip
Mistake, then whip
Are rules we’re living by
And we toil during heartache
Through the harshest heat and then
Even when the work is done we know
That work will come again
And we long to leave this nightmare
With our lives we barely cope
And we ache all day for lack of–-
One more brick to make
One more step to take
One more stinging lash
One more ugly gash
One more piercing yelp
One more cry for help
And we rise before the sunrise
And we work until sun’s set
And still even in the darkness
Somehow work will find us yet
And we search around for some wise way
To loose the tyrant’s rope
But we can’t; we cry for lack of–-
Yes, we rise before the sunrise
And we work until sun’s set
And still even in the darkness
Somehow work will find us yet
And we search around for some wise way
To loose the tyrant’s rope
But we can’t; we cry for lack of–-
Hope! The word is hope!
You gave me a magic walk in the rain
Those beautiful sunsets time and again
You gave me glimpses of your beautiful mind
Love that is gentle, tender, and kind.
The rainbow, the blossoms, sweet scented flowers
You gave me many sweetly passing hours.
Those enchantingly sweet, nostalgic nights
Ensconced in our world of sweet delights.
You gave me those memorable, delightful days
Showed me you care, in a thousand ways.
Lovely moments of divine bliss and rapture
Time's golden hours we can't recapture.
You left me heartbroken, in tears and in pain
I tried to forget, to move on but all in vain
Your goodbye so abrupt, so final, so brief
While I recall our past and pine away in grief.
This is what winter brings.
Depressions vines climbing its way back across the mind.
Fleetingly vamping across acres of its inner shell.
Cutting all the warmth that was once held within.
Freezing to the inner core.
A stillness spreading sadness,
An overwhelming grayness.
Breathing coming in asthmatic gasps.
Choking, coughing for a breath of air.
Releasing cloud wisps.
That can be seen by everyone's eyes.
It is now the onset of winter.
The longer nights.
The shorter days.
The crispness in the air.
Knowing soon all life will succumb to its Summers end.
Leaves falling, trees barren.
No flowers sending their scent into the brisk air.
No birds singing melodies to fill the morning sky,
No crickets violinist playing until dawn's early light.
A coldness is all that will be worn.
Sleep is all that will be craved.
Hands, feet unable to feel heat.
Snow will adorn, ice will form.
Madness will ensue.
Stay hidden.
Wrapped up.
As a mad one who lost a true soul mate.
Behave like a good sailor's wife.
Keep watch through the window pane.
Look for signs of life.
Pine away until the trees wake from slumber,
Flowers start to bloom.
Hear the birds sing a favorite song.
Dance to the violins of the crickets song.
I don't say the many things I should;
A sometime poet who runs out of words.
I don't do the things I could;
I get distracted once the wine is poured.
I'm not sure the things I say and think
Are born of me or come out of my drinks
There's no telling if much in my mind be true,
But when I think with my heart it all comes down to you.
I don't act the way you need,
My noble deeds all lie upon the surface.
I may fail, or I may succeed;
It all depends upon the purpose.
I spend my days in a quandary of hope and doubt,
Assailed by uncertainties within, without.
But, uncertain though I may be,
One thing is sure: You are the one for me.
You are the one for me:
This much is sure, this much is true;
I may be too blind to see
The Truth that binds you to me,
The honesty I should embrace,
The beauty of your own sweet face,
The warmth that carries me through the night,
The countless things that bring me light.
You are my Love,
This much is sure, this much is true;
I call the stars, that shine above
To vindicate my love for you.
Without your love, I would pine away.
Without you love, I would not last another day.
Be sure, if nothing else is sure,
My love for you will never die.
If anything in all this life be pure,
There is, to me, no thing more sacred than your sigh.
There is no thing more precious than your eye
When gazing on me, full of faults,
Unlocking all my secret vaults.