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Halle BoppeIt blew and it blew.

I was stood legs apart,

my eyes closed (but it wasn’t dark)

The whistling wind, slamming, engulfing my body

Below this cliff the swell,

it’s fine spray finding my bared pours

My nose deciphers heath from ocean

Two hundred feet above

No longer a pillar,

a scarecrow stance enhanced this dance

Reversing a blink reveals more than the moon,

fully exposed on this nocturnal adventure

Crescendos constantly eroding

Glitter from a galaxy awakening,

teasing in dreamland.

Solitude, visions and aspirations

Serotonin spewing silently in here

drowning the fear,

raising omniscient devils

Divine pretensions bury indoctrinated conventions

This is God

as timeless as the stars.

I see the comet returning to the Oort

out of sight but never my mind.

Stonehenge pillars, upright and complete

marked this tail of the century

That graced this lifetime with it’s aura

Flying through Taurus and Borealis

now vibrant on the horizon

Plasma collisions from life’s light

star of our solar sphere home

First written on 23rd August 2005, exactly 700 years to the day that one of the greatest freedom fighters in history was agonizingly murdered in London for his leadership over his fellow countrymen at Stirling, Scotland. This led an excellent defeat over the English army on 11th September 1297.

Although I do not believe for a minute that we the Scots are any better than anybody else on this planet, I make a reference to the ´chosen peoples´ of God by the history that has come well before me. This includes the stone of destiny. The stone is the pillow of Jacob’s ladder fame which Jewish people’s also claim as being in their history.

The innovators mentioned throughout history have been Scots by birth or descent. For such a small nation we’ve produced more than a few great human beings per head of capita, but this was more the result of Edinburgh’s tight geography and the great men of genius that lived in Edinburgh between 1775 and 1850, from which the Scottish enlightenment emerged.

With less than a month to go until we decide how we want Scotland to be governed I feel that this piece needs to be published in Scots.

The role of the past as the seed of the present

The role of the past as the seed of the present

Will There E´er Be Another?

Messiah fir yer cause

Celebrates today’s applause

For the pain ye defied

First hung til ye nearly died

Drawn slowly til ye tore

Then yer anatomy was

cooked in front of yer ain eyes

Posted and impaled aroond the land

Ti halt usurpers against England

Because ye f****d thum good

ye f****d thum braw

And was it not the son

o’ child murderin

Richard the third

That once quoted

”A man does himself good business

when he rids himself of a turd”

That turd being the land we strive

again ti hae independently recognized

They ca´ us British and share oor prize

That deep doon in the heart

O´ oor wee nation

(and our North Sea)

Is a pride so great

So f*****g terrific

We spit on the slaughter

o´ oor forefathers,

oor unborn bairns

Who died slowly an horrific

Well before Longshanks tried ti huv us

Before Athalstane ford’s saltire

or Viking warning thistles

Gie us signs o´ truth

That as God´s chosen

We’re the livin proof

Just pick up a phone ti Mr Bell

Get KO’d by Simpson

Dinnae forget ti penicillin Flemming

An’ a’ the others as well

Frae Smith ti Hume

Watt ti Higgs

Even the black heided cheviot’s doom

An´ Dolly’s mair recent eugenics boom

Nation’s are forged in the heart

An you, Braveheart

Gie us inspiration ti start

healing emancipation´s daggers

Gie us mair than just a bonnie swagger

When ye believed ye’d win Stirling´s pagger

Gave Longshanks anything but heaven

When ye battered his posse on 11/9/1297

There is nae difference ti what ye stood for

Freedom fray oppressors

The right tae our ain identity

Ye lived in the heart ye left behind

for us, one and a’ Scots and Scottish

Long live William Wallace

 

 

 

From my brief visit as a patient

 

Furnace fierce

Body pierce

Krakatoa boo

Bloody tattoo

hardly taboo

DNA goo

oozes and flows

via time’s throws

of swirling creation,

Agonies flirtation

galaxies birth

perpetrator’s girth

Strangles and rapes,

Collapsed star gapes

and sucks it all in

Labelled with love

Smothered in sin

Cosmic growth

Victim’s hope

The creation’s we were and are

Venus and Mars

Bled so far

through teardrops of blood

from big bang’s THUD!

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