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1157 days ago
© Seáfra O’Ceallaigh 2006. Chapter 1 The Shaman The road ahead no less than the journey long since begun. I ventured to this time and place in order that I might witness at first hand the reasoning of your quest. Seated now sheltered at the headland, in anticipation of the storm. Beyond the mountains to the north that border and do protect all that is rightful and sacred to the clan. A Shaman in darkened robe strode by paused momentarily he looked askance in my direction head bowed in prayer mouthing platitudes and blessed by the sanctity of sin, he then moved on. I considered his plight to be of consequence to me and that I should further his enquiry regarding the dawn and other matters of concern to the brethren of the abyss. Beyond the gates of the citadel on the road that leads to Damascus a crowd had gathered excited in their charge a young man, high born of merchant quality and political favour. The agitation of the throng well placed in consideration of this ...
1162 days ago
Comforting headlines via thebunker about a frontpage article in Dundalks local paper this week The Argus How to get away with Murder in three easy stages: Move to Dundalk Kill someone, anyone - someone you hate - someone you love -it matters not a jot! monty python.faulty towers Be patient, simply wait three months for them to run out of time to prosecute you then, as happens on many occasion 'they'll' let you go FREE and you can - go live on an Island somewhere. Life of brian, Monty Python Simple as M-U-R-D-E-R just like that, not like that. tommy Cooper For futher information on how to get away with murder contact your local Solicitor. [NOT the solicitor's/accountants already in custody this year. Doh!] gift of sympathy to the family and the friends of the V i c t i m Then dear reader, unless you want to be the next statistic - go visit your local fat ...
1187 days ago
In the beginning was the word and the word was... the journey. Those of you who journey through time and space will better understand the reasoning of my quest. It began as journeys often do, at the point of arrival. The road ahead no less than the path that lay behind. I see you standing head held proud in your eternal anguish. Your body thought less useless now than in an age, long since passed. When I, in my indifference lay you down amongst the rocks and settled like rain to refresh the dawn. We spoke then, not of our indescision but of the golden age to come. When the child of our reunion would reach out and touch the Sun. But there is no promised laughter that doth scorch, this hallowed ground and thus prove testament, to a love now dead and muted without sound. I no less than your accusers and the witness to your sin. Stood in judgement at the crossroads in praise of mortal creed. Abandoned then your forgiveness and of your weeping sorrows, took no heed. The ...
1197 days ago
Have you ever sat and wondered about your life? Have you ever sat and wondered what impact your demise may or may not have had on this world. Would there be that outpouring of grief - for a simple soul lost? That you considered to be richly deserved - before your demise that is - for that life that was worth the living? I like most have not. But today - I was fortunate and discovered my own obituary lay amid the funeral pire - long before the fires were set. You were found out in your deception. You were seen to write the words - as yet unspoken - above this hallowed ground. You were seen to walk triumphant - as you in heartened voice - spoke less gently to the children of the clann. I was the youngest of us all - I asked little of your world - I took no part in celebration - I stood always in the shadow of your smile. I walked alone all the days - looking left nor right - niether up nor down - only eyes upon - a horizon of my own choosing. Never once did I ...
1274 days ago
A small gift of my inadequate words to you Mark in exchange for that smile you always gave me. It would seem our adventure's have only just begun...catch you later kid. All my love, Uncle Jeffrey.xxx Ps. No-one could reach me at the time...you know Jeff, always fucked up... in the head. Take care Mark...love you.x Tainted by the seven sorrows of indulgence, yet fortified by the word. You spoke of the farewell that inexorably went unheard. No regrets now, as I hold you, lifeless in the warmth of my caress. You turned, as I passed by distracted, intent only upon the task that lay ahead. Your lips were filled with passion, as you spoke not of regret. But of love and pain and sacrifice of that journey now begun. I did not listen to your words nor did I, take notice of your pain. As I walked so proudly by, my head held high with shame. Amongst the flowers now you reach out, toward the gentle fall of early morning rain. To the East, lay the whisperings of the ...
