Hunter’s Gift

The misty forest
Cold and deep
Stalking with ill intent
Wet leaves of silence
Wilderness smells as guidance
Laughter I hear far away
A melody of many
Sounds of feminine youth and play
Follow the music
My ears lead the way
Leaves become dry
Air grows slowly warm
The mist a golden blanket aglow
Nothing here appears old
The grove ahead
Stands a white tree
Five maidens sway and dance
Circling so free
Singing and laughing
Clothes made of mist
Oh what a sight to see
Vibrant and life filled
Daughters of natures peak
With hair of autumn red
And summer gold
Winter white
And midnight bright
Nectar filled flowers of spring
I feel no wind
Yet it appears a breeze blows
Life bloom at the feet
A floating step that does not meet
I have passed the hedge
Fey have beckoned me ahead
Never one to to only stare
Put down the gun
Make your presence bare
They stop to see
Eyes wondrous and free
Like foxes of sly luaghter
They dance behind the trees
Eyes peak around
Curious and with no frown
A lingering thought
A feeling that leads the way
Follow us follow us
Come with us and stay
Upon unknown breeze cannabis I smell
Or perhaps I am under a spell
Ahead they dance
Skipping away
Looking ever behind they sway
Come follow this way
You belong with Our Kind
Crossing over a stream of mead
Oh what magic I taste and see
Why do you seduce me so
All my wishes they know and sow
As they spiral and float
Follow us they silently spoke
The champion’s portion awaits
A glass never empty
A pipe ever burns up ahead
Follow us follow us
Never mislead
Leave the empty world behind
Follow us follow us
You belong with Our Kind

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Well Known Stranger

I have little desire for company
Yet, you intrigue me
I no longer believe in the word friend
Yet, I wish to befriend you
I stay away from all
Yet, I wish you to come closer
What is your true name?
What is your true desire?
Well known stranger, I remember your feeling.

Lose Quickly!

Hurry up and lose!
Thus all fear must pass away
Lose quickly
Return to fight another day
Thus is reality:
You will lose more than you will win
A fleeting thing victory is
You must bleed first
To break ego’s curse
I did not come here to win
I came to fail
For a failure I have been
Yet in that is my success
I seek to be put to the test
This must be known
This must be sown
What failure I have seen
What risk I have gambled
What dirt I have tasted
Feel the sting of loss
From the mountainside you are tossed
The furious solitude
The shame of defeat
The embarrassment of pride cast down
How can I show my face
When I feel as a disgrace
Oh, sacred blade
Blood upon skin
Heals pain within
For anger you must transcend
Only then will misery end
Lose quickly!
Once I could only think of victory
Yet victory was not welcoming
For victory only leads to dread
Fear of failure is one mislead
In losing, The Way is found
It is to root you to the ground
All the attempts
To satisfy egos content
Nothing and no one cares for you!
This knowledge will see you through
This day I seek to fall and fail
In order to truly rise one last time
Thus my eternal strength to stand
My silent will to prevail

Your Range Is Off

Your range is way off
In nearly every fight and duel I see
Your range is way off
Time to re-train
Do not look to sports
These are horrible ways to duel with life and blade
Look how often they are hit
A mistake that can not be made
Look how they roll about the ground
Yet the truest film shows submissions become stab-fests
On the street they always do
A wake up call to watch
Something to give you true thought
Do not rush to a quick death
There is no such thing as an exchange of bladed blows
You will be cut and stabbed
No man is quick enough to always go toe to toe
None are quick enough to have an unpenetrable defense
That is fantasy and theatrical ways
A martial arts event with aluminum shiny display
Speed is not the Way
Therefore attack were there is no defense
Stop and measure the lines
Here you reach him yet you are not reached
This is simple to teach
Yet never think of numbers or math
It must be felt from within
Recheck your training and pace of your fight
Sometimes go soft
Sometimes go hard
For everyman should move such a way
It will make him hurt with deathly groan
It will make her warm with heartfelt moan
So, with hand and with mind
I just want you to know
Your range is so far off
You do not come ready to fight
Only live on the time your opponent now loans
When blade is in hand
There is no such thing as a swing
That is the key to mastery
Arcs are long foolish thing
The same when hand is empty
Never make a fist
Strong as metal must be your hands
Poking and tearing are the twist
Take away take away
Nearly all that you see
No movie no star
No acrobatics or knee higher kicks
No broski sports
Do not look at the screen
No belts or fancy costumes
No teachers who have nothing to show but technique
For they do not wish you to see
How easy on them one can land a blow
Step onto the dirt
Be shown again and again how quickly you die
Eventually you will see
Nearly all fight forms are a lie
A bag of tricks and display
Taking advantage of those who only play

Fierce When Roused

Clannsmen

Misty moors and rolling hills
Pipes loud and haunting once played
When the highlands were wild
Untamed and free
The clanns fought for honour slighted
With fury and ferocity
The lands of shire in Perth
Princes of royal Dál Riata
From a long lost day
Supporters of Bruce
Lovers of freedoms way
There sat Grizzled Raibeirt
Chieftain, high father
In constant low growl
Mans foolishness caused a constant scowl
Supporter of the true crown
With fire and sword
He will hunt you down
With king and ally murdered
Assassin’s of shadow and deceit
The chieftains rage brought forth
The sword immediately unsheathed
For doves of peace are the clann
Yet hiding in plain sight red serpent is
Fierce when roused is this land
Wolves of silver will make their stand
With trusted lairds gathered to thee
Summon the hounds
Bring forth the chains
The wild hunt is calling me
A king is to be avenged
The purest of hunt
The hunt of men
At full gallop faster than wind
Prey is found
Beaten and broken
Striped naked and chained
Your road is long ahead
Your only wish is you were dead
Dragged to crown and widowed queen
Justice brought forth
Honour shining and seen
The price of treason
Tortured and slain
Praises and honour given to our name
For many times we will act and say
Glory is the reward of valour
Let all clanns know our way

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Photo: Coat of Arms in Progress.
Robertson Art Gallery, Williamsburg VA, 2012