Ogygia

I am Calypso

An’ I wull gi’e yee shelter

I wull be yer safe harbor

I wull be yer singer o’ songs

I wull spread me golden wings

An’ spare yee frea th’ storm

thare wull be nae place else

nae other home yee wull need

nae other home yee wull remember

frae sunrise tae sunrise

yee wull call oot me name

yee wull speak o’ nae other.

I am Calypso

I wull be yer safe harbor

Nae a ship wull seek thee

Nae other tongue

Wull call oot yer name

In th’ high mountain

Yee wull be welcome

Yee wull walk among th’ giants

Unleashed frae th’ tethers

O’ th’ earth

Unleashed frae th’ lan’ o’ sorrows

I am Calypso

Touch me hem an’ follow

Th’ scent tae th’ lan’ o’ th’ lotus

We wull eat o’ th’ fruit

We wull eat o’ th’ flower

And taste th’ sky in th’

Halls o’ th’ mountain

I wull be yer queen

An’ yee wull be me king

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The Land o’ Nod

What is the way?

Whaur be the land o’ oor deliverance?

Whaur can I find me rest?

Whaur be the gentle waters?

Whaur be the soothing rays awe Sun?

Though I be a humble man

Not worthy o’ the prize

Yet dare to ask

This simple man o’ th’ sea

I seek no further than

Tae find th’ morrow

Tae gaze upon the

Colors o’ the nightfall

An’ the cool rising o’ th’ morn

I wonder through me watch

Will there be a day

With nae questions in me heart?

A hearth to keep the home fires burning

Crackling embers tae warm the night

The soft breathing of me true love by me side

Stars tae dream upon

Moon tae guide me footsteps

Wind and rain to moisten a thirsty land

Whaur be this place?

Fer this simple man o’ th’ sea

whaur I will find me rest

Whaur I will seek no mair

Beyond the stones o’ me garden.

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Bairns o’ th’ Lord

Wha’ be th’ recompence faur yer soul?

Wha’ be th’ value tha’ ye place upon it?

Whaur be stowed away thy hidden treasure?

Whaur be th’ keeper awe th’ gate?

Who wull be standing by yer side

Whe’ th’ battle drums are rattled.

Who spares a token faur th’ tiller man?

When yer eyes are weak an’

yer breathing be shallow?

Thare will be nae judgement

On this side foor th’ good an’ th’ evil

Yee have done.

Thair will be nae shame,

Only passing momen’s

Till yee breathe nae mair

Thair will be nae flamin’ chariots,

Nae cherubim tae lead th’ way.

You cannah touch His han’

yee cannah heer His voice.

Yee cannah use yer voice

An’ yee cannah use yer tears.

Bairns Awe th’ Lord

Will be yer new name

In th’ land o’ Tir Nan Og.

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Ere’thin is Brok’n

Th’ worl’ we left behind

 is in tatters.

Wars, famines, plagues

Attack at oor very will tae live.

Here, oan th’ far side o’ this orb

Th’ win’ is idle.

For weeks oan end,

Not a puff tea put a billow in th’ sails.

Th’ seas are ae glassy finish,

Nae a wave,

Nae a current tae move th’ seas.

Nea a tide tae splash upon th’ san’s.

Nae a bird in th’ sky.

Nae a sign o’ change in th’ weather.

Nae a soun’ save faur our breathing

Nae water tae slake oor thirst

Nae a fish tae fill our nets.

Ere’thin is brok’n.

Tis in oor weary eyes

Tae call upon th’ god o’ sleep.

May Hypnos tak us beyon’

This weary sea.

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John 6:20

Nothing finds favor.

Not even th’ cauld stones

Find rest inside th’ river bed.

Nothing finds favor

In this man’s mortal world

Where none is proven worthy.

Nothing finds favor.

Nae beasty is called upon

Tae send doon destruction.

Nothing finds favor.

Nae air remains to breathe

Inside our weary lungs.

Nothing finds favor.

In th’ eye o’ th’ storm

No supplications will be heeded.

Worms on th’ outside

Rot on th’ inside,

Nae shelter frae th’ elements.

Nothing finds favor.

Canvas torn tae shreds,

Masts in splinters.

Nothing finds favor.

Nothing save th’ whisper,

“Tis I”

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The Root of All

Whaur wuz me mother’s arms

When I was gasping for air

wi’ th’ black mouth fevers an’ chills?

Whaur wuz she when serpents

fell like rain an struck

their venom intae oor throats?

When lightning bolts an’ tunder

Splintered oor hulls an

Tore apart our decks?

When waves like mountains

Crashed upon us an’

Sent us asunder?

Whaur were thos’ momen’s

Whe’ e’rythin wuz clear

As I set me eyes upon th’ Cruces?

Whe’ th’ sithar strings

an’ th’ dance steps

marched ah’ thru’ th’ evening?

As nights marched

throo the seasons   

an’ left us marooned

to be lost forever

beyon’ th’ reach o’ th’

Living God?

Whaur wuz she?

Whaur were thay?

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Solstice

 Winter comes upon us

Wi’ a cauld ‘n’ lonely win`.

Like rain it brings th’ lilac

shadows o’ evening light,

Th’ lowly mist spreads

empty chills across

Th’ clear an’ purple night.

Winter comes upon us

Wi’ th’ howling o’ th’ win`

Winter comes upon us

wi’ th’ howling o’ th’ win`.

Like th’ dry leaves

Tha’ rattle in th’ trees,

An’ th’ fallen leaves

Tha’ scrape along th’ lanes.

Winter comes upon us

Wi’ th’ carriage o’ th’ win’

Winter comes upon us

Wi’ th’ carriage o’ th’ win’.

It leaves us empty o’ th’

Songs o’ swallows chirping

In th’ eaves,

An’ brings us snuggling tae th’

Red coals crackling.

Winter dances on a dark an’ lonely road.

Winter dances on a

Dark an’ lonely road.

Bird nests dangle in a

Broken spider’s web

I hear them humming

In th’ solace o’ thair work.

Winter dances on a dark an’ lonely road.

Winter dances on a dark

An’ lonely corner, she

Sparkles, lyte beams

Tha’ lan’ upon th’ street,

Spreads whyte vapours

Frae each an’ every breath.

Winter rains upon a dark an’ lonely road.

Winter rains upon a dark

An’ lonely road, she

Washes clean th’ dust

Upon me leathery skin, an’

Brings th’ dark an’ yearnings

fur th’ comin’ o’ th’ day.

Winter comes wi’ a cold an’ lonely win’

Winter comes upon us wi’ a cauld ‘n’ lonely win’.

Like rain we dance upon th’ lilac shadows an’ evenin’ light,

Th’ lowly mist spreads empty chills across th’ clear an’ purple night

Winter comes upon us wi’ th’ howling o’ th’ win`.

Winter comes upon us wi’ a cauld ‘n’ lonely win’.

It brings wi’ a stab the lilac shadows night.

The lowly mist spreads empty chills o’er th’ clear an’ purple night.

Winter comes upon us wi’ th’ howling o’ th’ win`.

Winter comes upon us wi’ th’ howling o’ th’ win’,

An’ scrape o’r cobblestone lanes

Winter comes upon us wi’ th’ carriage o’ th’ win’.

Winter comes upon us wi’ th’ carriage o’ th’ win`.

Winter comes upon us wi’ th’ carriage o’ th’ win’.

It leaves us empty of th’ swallows chirping in th’ eaves

An’ brings us snuggling tae th’ red coals crackling,

Winter dances on a dark an’ lonely road.

Winter dances on a dark an’ lonely road.

Bird nests dangle in a broken spider web.

I hear them humming in th’ solace o’ thair work.

Winter dances on a dark an’ lonely road.

Winter dances on a dark an’ lonely road,

Sparkles, light beams, tha’ lan’ upon th’ street,

Spread white vapours frae each an’ every breath.

Winter rains upon a dark an’ lonely road.

Winter rains upon a dark an’ lonely road,

Washes clean th’ dust upon me leathery skin,

Brings th’ dark an’ yearnings fur th’ coming o’ th’ day.

Winter comes wi’ a cold an’ lonely win’.

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Fer de Lance

The greenlee hunter fae th’

Canopy above

Drops doon in silent malice.

Fair game we ur all.

Our necks, th’ tender spot.

Snakes like rain

Drop doon upon us

Death rattle an’ th’ mortal scream

Waves at oor feet, nae a grain

O’ sand reminds me o’ home.

Th’ air is howfin’ o’ rotting things

that hae washed upon th’ shore

Th’ air ishowfin’ o’ rotting things

Of t’e deid an’ dying beyond th’ tree line.

Silent eyes o’ th’ hunter

aglow even in th’ dark

Silent, movin’, curious

About th’ streenge hairy beings

We mus’ be

Night sounds, sometimes silence

Will th’ next sound I hear

be th’ gurglin’ of me slitted throat?

Whaur was tha’ warm breeze 

I felt all th’ weary night,

or th’ rhythm awe th’ night wings

flyin through th’ faurest trees?

Or th’ name tha’ I cried faur

When I was lost in th’ dark?

Canopy above

Drops doon in silent malice.

Amused by our innocence Fearful o’ what we have brought.      

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Th’ Bend o’ th’ Bow

Tis a battle

o‘  th’ jade an’ blue cerulean sea.

Tis a battle o’ bone an’ tissue

An’ th’ constant struggle tae stay afloat.

Tis th’ coming o’ Wormwood

An’ th’ sorrows he shall bring.

We await

Th’ bitter taste tha’ we shall spit

Frea oor mouth

As th’ sky drops doon her rain.

Come th’ season o’ th’ serpent an’

Nae a drop shall be spared

Frae th’ seekers o’ th’ shore.

Marooned

Is a lonely word.

Nae a body shall be spared

Frae th’ wrath o’ th’ air,

Frae th’ demons below th’ waves.

We will be tested

On th’ gritty lowlands,

Th’ best an th’ least o’ us.

Th’ living will be th’ victors,

Those who raise thair fists

At th’ Wormwood star,

An those who seek th’ morrow.

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Th’ Scion o’ th’ Deep

Deliver us o’ master o’ th’ deep

smite tha’ wicked watery beastly demon

take ‘er doon tae tha’ bottomless calderon

where th’ evil ones dae dwell

Keep thaim safely bound wi’ chains

and ankored tae th’ stones o’ perdition

far below th’ shifts o’ tides

in th’ curdled pitch black sea.

Let nae a dog escape,

Nae a hund o’ th’ hell dwellers be set a free.

Let thaim dance in th’ fiery crucible

Tae th’ music o’ th’ flames.

Down tae th’ angry fiery pit,

May tha’ be their destined lot,

Far frae th’ mortal men

Who sleep beneath th’ light of stars.

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