Bealach na Ba

In unsure times a decision is made, to the mountains of Applecross we courageously head ...
I turn the key in the big old girl I look at the boys both excitedly smiling, I turn to you and say "will ya gang tae the Highlands lizzie Lindsay, will ya gang tae the Highlands with me"?

We chose adventure over holiday where know fear awaits but disgrace dare not follow.

On this white Highland country road were only patches of tarmac indicate mans been here before. I wonder how many poems go unwritten in the hustle of life. An I swear with this pen you bought me I'll connect heaven and earth.

Through the heavy snowfall my breath is taken as an owl glides gracefully towards us, his eyes revealing the soul of these there mountains.
The night draws closer and the wilds become wilder with just the darkness and my thoughts the cold conquered heat and the creator revealed himself in a meteor storm. And life is beautiful and full of love. I'm grateful and indebted.

I've searched for the greatest words ever told but in this the land of the unknown the greatest poetry I've heard or told, is you my family on this open road.

In the alluring winter sunshine we see the mountains of Applecross. Welcomed by a handsome brown stag the whispers of the mountain call us. And we accept the invite.

They said we should not come here. But we had a belief more powerful than the truth. I'm glad we did not listen to them.

At sea level we start the single track incline. You look nervous but happy. I see all of you I've ever known. Theodore smiles then we become lost in a cloud. I act like I'm not scared as devils elbow comes crashing. Beauty always scared me anyway. Steep drops and falling rocks stop. Leaving enough time to catch the views, views worth all the tension imprinted on my heart forever. A hairpin bend speaks to me in poetry and the heavens articulate in love.

I looked down like Moses from Pisgah on the promised land. I see words yet to be written. And I'm glad we drove this far, for Bealach na Ba.









We Go Again

In a downpour of confusion I was drenched.
reaching, though I could not grasp
my heart like my hand, broken.
but breaks don`t break me anymore.
Charlotte went Amelia came, and then...

I used to ask why? but I guess why not?
So now who will I choose to become from this?

In sins appeal anchor me home 
in your still waters.

my broken heart still seeks thee Lord.
this broken hand still grips the pen.

In this floodlike Noah I did not drown. We go again!

The Angels Do Too

The depths of the ocean made many ship a slave.
But I'll rise to the surface, and die with you upon a wave
Did the prophets see those bloody sheets? 
Do they know the meaning in our pains?
They take you in one week.
But you'll burn forever threw my veins.

Like when they tarmaced those cobbled stones.
Where as children we once played. 
I cannot see. But like the white rose.
You've been laid.

My hard look and icey stare are all but lies. 
I see you in your mummys tears, 
I hear you in her cries.

No one cares, the cold and hungry know.
No one cares, we have to let go.

I'll set this, my broken heart on good.
In hope to reignite our Love.
With you, we will always be us

For you I'll be a miracle, 
she will not slip threw my hands.
But take yours, and dance to the strings,
crying from these marshlands.

My darling know that we love you
and that the angels do too.

The Abyss

Amongst the foreign voices I think of home, and you, my English rose.
My hands grasp for the top of the mountain, my feet guided by the stepping stones.

The opressors whip, the bootlicker bullies flock to mock.
My sons! my sons will know they're from hard godly stock.

Distracted by the beauty that surrounds, but I've bargained with the future.
For treasure? Respect? Or to prove to her?

I hear the tempting sounds of the bugle, weeping of a byway paved with gold.
I must resist the itch, for the strength of the struggle must not be sold.

I reach out, the branches lend a hand, rocks try to keep me dry.
Though here I stand, an I now know why.

We must must search inside the darkness to find the light, a long stare into the abyss.
A man must feel the pain, before he feels her kiss.

So here I dare, for God and duty I go again.
To know where it is I stand, amongst the cowards and men.

Keep Me

I dont scream anymore Lord, but can you hear me?
I care more now Lord, do you curse me?

It was a long time ago...

since I chased that dragon in the churchyard.
I was sorry 'til I cried, life still gets hard.

I must plunge into this deep lake of thoughts...

Where they all with my feelings shall converge,
and I only hope, into the light I submerge.

forever my Lord keep me...

if I should suddenley fall to sleep.
I feel deep, because I love deep.

At the Cybeles Fountain

I take in all we have assembled, as we stand here hand in hand, 
once again.
I take heart, for the next sexenial, plenty of ink still in
my pen.

In the splash of fountain water the lions raw for you to
now bloom.
Grasp the pearl, you have been the bride I'm always your
groom.

The streets they play a symphony, and in an orchestral backing
I'm aware we share the same fears and dreams.
And in Cybeles vocal cry,  I know I'll never let go
of the seems

These Screams

Are these screams from inside my mind?

Or out there?

Is it the theif?

The scent of ravaged swine in the air?



It conflicts though my tongue remains straight.

In this cursed world.

The truth they hate.


Their aim, the unblossomed an it's dark.

Sanity has boarded.

I cannot watch it debark.



The dark souls lurk. 

I hear what they dont say.

So much evil.There must be a God to whom to pray.



The rivers are lost, hills cry with are failure to fight.

Who am I?

If I cant write.

The Introverted Man

He likes the lights low lit, his style low key
His thinking is complicated, wise as the mystical oak tree.

In the sounds of silence my stillness is bold
He knows energy, see's vibes
I stare at my tea untill it turns cold.

Should you ever outshine the master?
Like the eagle from the mountains revered for his pastor.

Moving in the symphony notes of life,
searching words with his pen, like a woodsman with his knife.

'It's ok' He said, the time I need to recharge in silence.
There's a hustle in my mind.
I see desire, I hear the chug of red wine.

She thought I did not love her, I'm loyal to the core
Doing nothing alone is doing, I love her all the more.



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