Life is such a fickle thing, one might even consider it a punishment for some ungodly crime. Those rich and powerful, who are they to complain, they've never had to play this wickedest of games. Whilst the poor and beaten and often mistreated suffer beyond compare, but the majority, oh the majority simply sit on by with a blank stare.
It takes a day, dedicated to fighting this fray, for them to even have the slightest of says. Red nose day for one, is nothing but…Continue
Added by Tàmhas MacÀidh ~ Admin ~ on March 25, 2011 at 7:30pm — No Comments
The was sun slowly falling, upon the misty glen, when out of the darkness came a figure that the devil would surely only send. A red coat slung across his shoulder, a musket upon his side, with a troop he came marching, as if he were one of many boulders upon this sickening tide.
It was this troop the child saw, and fear gripped her heart, these bastards had butcher her father, but that was surely just the start. With torches a'flame they approached, murder…Continue
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The beauty of song shall never be forgone in all the days head. I would bow my heads to artists now, for that thought I sorely dread. For every song has a meaning, ever artists mind is busy scheming. Their words are that of thought, on which in our lives we sought. We seek meaning in places beyond, at time when all else is gone.
For that beauty is always there, no matter how long you stare. It will slip on from the past, to paint the future just as fast. For man…Continue
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Over and far, under the crooked star the Bruce marches on his way. Many'a person will be killed, many'a a free thought will be quelled. Upon this character weare set, upon this Scot our countries met. Upon the racism we will sing, up his praises we will cling. We will cling to the false history of our past, forgetting the shady dealings as they are vast.
We forget we had a king, one who's praises the Bruce dared not sing. We forget his back they gladly…Continue
Added by Tàmhas MacÀidh ~ Admin ~ on February 1, 2011 at 5:00pm — No Comments
As the waves continue to crash, as the streams trickle past. As blue as the sky and silent there, like many lost sailors prayer. For there's one thing man will never conquer, never take never plunder. The sea is a harsh mistress true be this, but still many have the one same wish. The wish to sail long and free, to feel the wind slips past thee. To watch the sun settle on the ocean blue, to watch the stars dance on by you.
To enjoy the pace of the ever moving…Continue
Added by Tàmhas MacÀidh ~ Admin ~ on January 28, 2011 at 6:18am — No Comments
A shadow crossed over the land, death had made a mighty plan. From far and wide, great was the divide. For Scot, for Pict, all nations six. They marched upon the sand of time, for the slaughter they wrought was surely a crime. They met on a sea shore, the Viking ships from Ireland made the waves roar. The cry of men was a deafen fright, but the men stayed and gave no flight.
For Pictland, for Angleland, for Scotland and more this battle would set an ultimate…Continue
Added by Tàmhas MacÀidh ~ Admin ~ on January 25, 2011 at 8:46am — No Comments
On hope I shall write, because we've all fought that fight. We've all hoped for better days, somewhere were we aren't washed away by the waves. When we are covered in despair, hidden from the light, we find ourselves looking for hope, for some better thought or care. Perhaps a friend has passed, lost to the ages so very vast. Perhaps you've lost something very dear, which brings out the cleansing tears. Or maybe you've moved away, in hope you'll wish for a brighter, newer…Continue
Added by Tàmhas MacÀidh ~ Admin ~ on January 22, 2011 at 4:00am — No Comments
Life, be it full of love or strife, feels like one heck of a stab from a knife. Some wish for every lasting life, wishing they'd have every moment, again I say that's nothing but a load of strife. Give me a moment of perfection, a moment of love so pure, and I'll show you that your ever lasting life is rather dour. Some cry for life to be perfect every day, but is that worth the hassle, the boredom I say? Gods no, gods I say, why do people gladly throw their wishes…Continue
Added by Tàmhas MacÀidh ~ Admin ~ on January 20, 2011 at 10:00am — No Comments
As the night covers the glen, the mist comes roaming down again. As cold as the death, as shallow as a murderers breath. For many'a person had been captive of this mist, lost long ago leaving their loved ones without that one last wanting kiss. No not knows what happens as the mist falls, not one sound will you ever here call. Families, lovers and singles people all suffer the same fate, as if all were dragged away through the same hellish gate.
But as this mist…Continue
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Long had been the toil, tiny had been the spoils. For the march south had been a curse, the march back north had been much worse. But it is my right had cried the prince those long days ago, but now what would the Jacobites' think if he'd been lost in some fierce snow? But no, fate played a different card, and soon many'a life would that prince disregard. For this prince had been a selfish sod, caring not for others whilst he was on the trod, perhaps this little boy had thought he'd…Continue
We don't think much of our gift, perhaps we'd forget to ask for it in a wish. But sound is wonderful, sound is great, imagine where'd we be without this on our plate? Without music there'd be no dance, now what girl would take that chance? Without a voice there'd be no talk, how would young lovers know each others thoughts? No, sound helps make us us, just like a gentle bees buzz. Without sound we'd be lost, many artist would have no cause. Thus why we must value this art, the art of…Continue
Valentine's is the time to be, if you wish to find something of beauty. Valentine's is the place to be, it's the one time you'll find love is free. Valentine's is a time of joy, a time whence smiles are on deploy. But this wasn't always the case, in times gone by they ran a different race. One which involved whipping ones partner, as you see the method was darker. The method perhaps different, the times they are significant. What is dark to us, is white them, who are we to argue with the…Continue
Added by Tàmhas MacÀidh ~ Admin ~ on January 6, 2011 at 5:00pm — No Comments
To grow old, oh what a curse, is it too much to ask to simply restart back to my birth? For each day that passes, a greater part of me longs to be back in old classes. But of course it's a natural thing, this longing to be young as the youngest of kin. But it doesn't make the urge any weaker, it only makes my future look and feel bleaker. For I know the days of carelessness have all but gone, to be replaced with the serious and overwhelming throng. Call me a moaner, a pain in the rear,…Continue
Added by Tàmhas MacÀidh ~ Admin ~ on January 5, 2011 at 3:30am — No Comments
As the winds moans in the dark, as the trees sway in the park.
As the mountains stand for now soever so high, as like eagles soar in the sky.
As the flowers small and thin, as like the bees that hum to break the silent dim.
As the rivers run long and slim, as the oceans creatures continue to swim.
As the dogs howl in the night, as the rabbits flee in fright.
As the ants march on their way, as like the cats…Continue
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As thousands fled in fear, women and children were hunted like deer. As thousands fought over who was right, as animals these 'men' would be the sight. For they cast the use of their god, to use him to favour their ultimate odds. How sick this world can be, when you pray for the death of anyone but ye. To ask what good this brings, will be answered by the silent ding. For something pure, something good, does not hide evil in it's hood. You ask me how I know, that god is not down here…Continue