Bean Sidhe• Show poetry

            The love of my life and I have just become parents for the first time. Madelyn Ryleigh joined our world on August 17th and was finally released from the hospital on September 20th, five weeks after she was born. Her father & I are now focusing on enjoying these first few days of parenthood. The addition of this tiny piece of heaven to my life gives me true purpose and suddenly those things that seemed so important are meaningless. She is all that matters. 

 

          I welcome each reader to enjoy (or not!) my works and please, feel free to comment, if you are moved to do so.  This is the most truthful me that exists so please don't feel the need to be kind.  I am looking for honesty here!  Maybe I can revive my creative self and find a few friends along the path!

 

 

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Banshee or 'Bean-sidhe' is Irish for fairy woman. Her sharp, cries and wails are also called 'keening'. The English word 'Keen' is from the Irish 'Caoineadh' meaning lament. There is no harm or evil in her mere presence, unless she is seen in the act of crying; but this is a fatal sign. The wail of a banshee pierces the night, it's notes rising and falling like the waves of the sea, it always announces a mortal's death. She is solitary woman fairy, mourning and forewarning those only of the best families in Ireland, those with most ancient Celtic lineages. The banshee loves the old mortal families with a fierce and unearthly caring. She sharply contrasts against the night's blackness, her white figure emerges with silver-grey hair streaming to the ground and a grey-white cloak of a cobweb texture clinging to her tall thin body. Her face is pale, her eyes red with centuries of crying. But this is not the only way that the banshee appears, at other times she is seen as a beautiful young girl, with long, red-golden hair, and wearing a green kirtle and scarlet mantle, broached with gold, after the Irish fashion. Or she will appear shrouded and muffled in a dark, mist-like cloak. White Lady of Sorrow some people name her, and Lady of Death. She is the Woman of Peace and the Spirit of the Air. For despite her wailing, she is somehow graced with a manner of peace. Unseen, banshees attend the funerals of the beloved dead. Although, sometimes she can be heard wailing, her voice blending in with the mournful cries of others. Each banshee has her own mortal family. Out of love she follows the old race across the ocean to distant lands. Her wails or keen can be heard in America and England, wherever the true Irish have settled. But they never forget their blood ties; and neither does she.

 

 

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  MY AP FAMILY:

 

 

Few people connect with me on a certain level but as I find you, I will add you here. If you are present, know that you have touched my heart, my mind and my soul. Thank you for simply being you.

 

 

 

Patient and beautiful, his fingers and words have begun to piece me back together.  His work will make you weep with its vulnerability and honesty but beyond his gifts as a writer, he is an amazing and beautiful soul. I am infinitely lucky that he picked me. 

 

He is my Eternal Beloved.

 

- Loki

 

 

I've added him to my page without permission because I am a rebel punk that way.  He has challenged me and put up with me for over a decade and loves me anyway.  He will make you think with his writing and laugh with his comments.  He is quite simply:  a rock star.

 

RobForte

 

 

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I enjoy my quotes & take written inspiration from them. 

Some of my particular favorites are:

 

“Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.”

 

-Neil Gaiman

 

 

“I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.”

 

-Tori Amos

 

 

"I am not afraid...I was born to do this."

 

-Joan of Arc

 

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life:  it goes on.

-Robert Frost

 

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to life, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."

 

-Jack Kerouac

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Lyrics that appeal to me...

 

Soul to Squeeze - RHCP

 

"I've got a bad disease
But from my brain is where I bleed.
Insanity it seems
Has got me by my soul to squeeze...
Well all the love from thee
With all the dying trees I scream.
The angels in my dreams (yeah)
Have turned to demons of greed that's mean...
Where I go I just don't know
I got to got to gotta take it slow.
When I find my piece of mind
I'm gonna give you some of my good time...
Today love smiled on me.
It took away my face say please
All that you had to free
You gotta let it be oh yeah...
Oh, so polite indeed
Well I got everything I need.
Oh make my days a breeze
And take away my self destruction...
It's bitter baby,
And it's very sweet.
I'm on a rollercoaster,
but I'm on my feet.
Take me to the river,
Let me on your shore.
I'll be coming back baby,
I'll be coming back for more..."


Hey Jupiter - Tori Amos

 

"No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's me and me
And this little masochist
She's ready to confess
All the things
That I never thought that she could feel..."

 

 

All I Want is You - U2

 

"You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want
Your story to remain untold
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You say you'll give me
A highway with no one on it
Treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night
You say you'll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night
You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold
All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you"