Tread Carefully

For any who call their walk an art
With great care tread
With great care choose
With great care
Whose soul touches yours?
That is:
With whom do you share?
Whom do you share energy?
For when one exchanges such a thing
Blessing or taint
Taint or blessing
Every breath effects the artist true
Therefore often
Seek solitude
Seek not blessing or taint
For you will be both
Both to the self of one
Bless and taint one’s self
For in that is the artist pure
What is this art?
Do not cage it
Art is only created from creator
Yet only through outside eye exists
Every breath effects his and hers
Every breath shared
Be careful with whom you share
Taint or blessing
Blessing or taint
Never ask to share
Never ask permission
For you will be changed
You will be changed by another’s will
Whom do you choose?
Share carefully
Only an artist if one shares

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

The Way Brought Us Here

I have known betrayal
I have known pain
My brother, my comrade
What brought us here?
Here we stand
What a sad story
What could have been?
Yet perhaps
We can embrace one last time before we die
Indeed, I have known betrayal
I have known loyalty
Loyalty is a measure uncountable
I will die for you
I will split my stomach open with blade
Here and now
For a man can ask for nothing more
Than loyalty and love
Yet perhaps
We can embrace one last time before we die
With heart and sword
For fate has brought us here…

Lugh

Lugh

I am art
I am free
I am living art
Beauty is the reflection
Mind only seeking perfection
Art speaks with eloquence
Art walks with dignity
I am blessed
I am cursed
For art is ever unobtainable
Ever lacking
I am ugly
I am a monster
When I am not art
I am that
That thing that cannot be named
Art created it
It came from the reflection of beauty
It is hungry
It is dominating
I can not stop it
Because I love it
Because I hate it
Art is what created it
Solitude art brings
Contempt art creates
The silence of all
Ghost that passes by
One they see yet never speak of
Words that speak passion
Words that bring no response
Eyes that see beauty
Eyes that see a fallen world
Madness
Shift
Hostility put upon you
Looking down upon you
Betrayal
Disbandment
Fight to maintain honour
A world wishing my honour destroyed
Appearance is the first perception of hate
Every word they say
Every look they give
Competition in this world
Creates nothing but hostility
I know why you are hostile
I know why you hate
For I am art
For I am free
You despise what you can not obtain
You despise what you have not done
When you despise me
You despise yourself
In that I find pleasure of knowing
If you believe I might know
Know that I do
These thoughts are thirteen paces ahead
Your footwork has catching up to do
So go be spiteful
Feed me your hate
I am hungry
I will feed you beauty
I will feed you living art