Scots Fest 2011

Dia dhuit!

Here are a few images from this past weekend's Scots Fest. Located as it has for the past 79 years at the OC Fairgrounds in Costa Mesa, CA. I was accompanied by a couple friends and we had a good time on Sunday. Eating, drinking and enjoying Celtic music and culture. The only dissapointment for me was that my Clan was not present with a booth. After speaking with a few other clans, turns out my clan has not been at any fair for a couple years. I have writen an email to the clan in hopes of possibly finding out if there are future plans for someone to take up the banner again, or possibly allowing me to do so. We'll see what happens.

Spring

Wind blowing thru the bamboo
Sitting on the Hsi Lai Temple balcony
Always reminds me of Spring

Damage

Trapped within my own mind
Bound and gagged by union
My pride bludgeoned daily by her neurosis
Harmfulwords shatter my heart into useless shards
A tear and an apology cannot repair the damage done
STOP!
Release my soul to thewinds
Where I may find solace

Sometimes

Sometimes I stop and reflect upon my life
For some reason, the misery of others neither comforts ot alleviates me anymore..
Sometimes I wonder "why?"
Sometimes I think how did things turn out this way?
My life my mind in turmoil
Sometimes I say "what if?"
And recall all the decisions I've made that have seemingly placed me in the situation I currently face
Sometimes I hope for an end to it all
Sometimes I dream for things to go MY way
Sometimes I wish foe me to be what I want to be
And there are even times that I want to be magical
Sometimes..

Failure

Failure
More like a epitaph than a title
Deceived by the reality into a false sense of security
Everytime thing things are starting to get better
I am beaten down by the crueol hands of Fate
And I get up, EVERY TIME, just to get knocked down again
Further down the vicious spiral
Sometimes wishing I could run far away
Hoping to lay down alone and recover
All thats left in me is pride, and the will to go on'Evfen those things are batter and bruised
Slipping away day by day..

The Beginning

The beginning of The End has started
Hatred and pain burn through my veins like an uncontrollable forest fire
The Trinity of me, myself and I eclipsing the union of offspring, mate and I
Caliginous shadows of the part trying to consume my heart
Body shifting into namesake
Feathers of the Raven absorbing the moons radiance
Spreading my wings I prepare to take flight into the blessed comfort of the night

Ravaged

Shattered and broken upon crucifix Love
Carrrion creatures come in masses to feast upon his flesh
Demons arise from a great gaseous pit to join the feeding frenzy
These new guests feed only on the less tangible things
Misery, dispair, failure and unfulfilled dreams
Sinister dinner party seen only in nightmares
Ripped open carcassed
Raped and tormented soul
Lifeforce the colour red dripping down his material prison of rotten wood and rusty nails
The Raven watches froma nearby oak in horror as his corporeal body is torn apart
And the remainder of his Spirit floats away into ether..

Dreams

Darest dreams of painful memories
Winged hoards from the abyess
Ritualistic orgy of suffering
Intoxicating scent of blood
Screams like the howling ban sidhe
The wooded glen echoes
Tormented soulds cry out for salvation
But there is no answer from the skies
Just the bloodcurdling
Just the bloodcurdling laughter from below

Alone

Solitude
My friend
Misery
My Shadow
Hopelessness and Anger
My Sustenance
Shackled to my conscience with ethreal chains
I am bound to my torment

Harpy

I praised you as an Empress!
You were my High Priestess with elevated glories
And in return, my just reward
The assassin you become
Inserting your treacherous blade deep into my chest
Forgivin for this act you are not
Using your venom tipped tongue and your jagged denails
Brutally shreding my spirit and wrenching the still beating heart from my body
For the ravenous dogs and vultures to feast upon

A Forest

An icy wind brings forth the foul stench of decay through the whispering willows
The darkend woods are silent except for the creatures of the night
There is a clearing aglow with firelight and Power
Sister Moon sits at her apex of glory and shines benevolently upon her subjects of the shadows

Fissure

A macabre orgy
Naked bodies of the now living
Entwined with the corpses of the brutally disposed
A cloying odor hangs in the air
One of sex, formaldehyde, and death
Nauseating and erotic all at once
The participants of this ghastly scene highly aroused
Along with the intoxicating miasma of burnoing candles, incense and blood
Soon all will be exausted, spent
The only reminders of this horrific event shall appear as a mass suicide in an open grave

Dark Thoughts

I.
Alone in the darkness except for a soilitary candle burning
Wax dripping like grains of sand from an hourglass
Stillness of his body, deceptive to the inner turmoil chocking his heart like the hands of a murderer
The straightjacket of misery confines his mind, making him feel like a mental patient
"..soon I'll be free..yessss...ha ha ha ha ha..I WILL be free soon."

II.
An insiduous thought crept into his mind, as a thief in the shadows
Rising from the black oubliette of dispair
"Do it now. no one will care, they never have. You forsaken all for me anyway. That was our unspoken agreement. Just tear another hole with the needle then...(chuckles) then you'll be free from all of this forever..

The Dance

The forest, dark and elusive
A lone dancer gracefully working sunwise around the pyre
Moonlight reflects the sweat upon her skyclad body like hundreds of precious jewels
Her blade flahing frequently in the fires glow
On this night, The Power eminates from her
Every step of her delicate foot, every twist of her hips
Every slash of her athame bring forthe the erotic power of The Dance

Master of the Night

Cassanova of the Undead
Bringing Ethernal Life with just one kiss
Wrapping the darkness of his soulessness around you
His perversion alone intrigues you to the point of revulsion
Extinguishing the warmth of life and the light.
Sweat mingles with the blood of that runs from the wound on your neck
Making your gossimer nightgown cling to your lilth body
Arise O Prince of the Evening!
Set free your wings to the moons radience
And embrace the glorious mystery of the night