Celtic Football Club

Even if you care nothing for the game of Association Football here you have the chance to check out the passion and devotion of the most dedicated and devoted football fans in the world whose club is not just an ordinary football club but is the club which represents the people and their decendents from Ireland who initially came to Scotland from Ireland to escape the ravages of famine torn Ireland and suffered much antipathy and hatred in doing so from the native Scots' population. This is not the support for a mere football team it is the support for a heritage and a love from where it came.

The Real Thing

The beautiful prejudice which is love, magnetising and spiritualising. And I walk to you always, I cannot divert my feelings for you and I find your feelings for me difficult to accept. And I have had you very close to me and loved the comfort of your physical self when I have loved you so much that I am almost oblivious to the way you physically are

The Master and I

Wine in the evening corrupting dream in the morning my feet need walking and my stomach bread am thinking of names of places I may have heard of but have never really known or have visited the day stands out before me it is Sunday and life has quietened itself somehow and I changed my shoes to the shoes that I had fallen on doing myself a little physical damage and being grateful to the master for letting me away so easily and the master is the master of the gift the gift that can never be mine because I can't bestow on myself I just have to take it as far as I can take it and hand it back to the master

Feeling of the Music

The music disturbs somewhat changing the easy place I might have found myself in, somewhere, an unintentional destination, a place that just happened to come to me when I wasn't looking, and I settle into this moment through this particular sound and my eyes feel and I tighten, and the music is in me once again.

The Dark Knight Rises

The Second Amendment (Amendment II) to the United States Constitution is the part of the United States Bill of Rights that protects the right of the people to keep and bear arms. It was adopted on December 15, 1791, along with the rest of the Bill of Rights.

So following on from this: The American Constitution is partly responsible each time some crazy decides he wants to shoot up the whole world. When is this issue going to seriously be addressed, it is barbaric to even imagine that all your citizens can bear arms responsibly.

Political Correctness

It is extreme ignorance in my opinion. People are different from one another, it is one of the beauties of creation and to try to understand the nature of the difference in others is to try to understand life itself.

The Song of You

and its like: I create about you when you aren't there, and the art tries its best to make you real, and then I see you and its like you are the physical representation of a song I have just written, and you are alive and breathing and the song is an invisible thing that only I can give life to when I play and sing it. In reality the song I have just written doesn't really exist, it just exists in my dream of you when you are gone. I don't want to write another song about you.

The Indigestible Kiss

The indigestable kiss, the mystery of her emotion. My feeling surrounds her in dark romance. Oour eyes locked in their embrace and can mystery be blamed for fantasy? And can there be no arbiter? And can there be no just conclusion When we leave to go our settled separate ways? And can the heart remember well and the be kind always in its memory>? Lost in just a moment her memory surrounds me. Freedom is hard to find and I look another way to another direction where she can't be found. Quiet memory appeals to me. It warms me with its thought and the thought of closure. It is almost summer and the birds are singing, they punctuate my silence until they grow silent themselves. And there is music in my reflections and the songs sing of love and the song was from the heart when the heart was filled with truth.

Today

Another place hides in its darkness, secreted from my knowing. I dream a dream to it in blankness, and the evening is still and the birdsong is no longer. A name is on my mind, someone I am not acquainted with, only their words have spoken to me somewhat, when I have read over them. I focus so slightly and wonder if this is the direction for me to turn to, to discover something that I almost sense that I have to find, that I somehow seek to find, without being fully conscious of it. I allow the idea to drift until I see more of these words tomorrow. Today there was strangeness in the day and I felt myself lost within its shape, I was a stranger to this particular day. It didn't present itself to me. It sought to ignore me and I sat in the evening of this day wasting time, passing time. I wanted to still avoid it, and I wanted to look into its heart. I wanted the truth of it all no matter how much it didn't want me, nor didn't want to appeal to me.

Remembering a Particular Feeling

Je me souviens et sais que vous ne vous souvenez pas de moi. Je revis notre amour et sens votre contact. Vous êtes réels à moi aujourd'hui. Que je ne sois réel à vous plus, me signifie peu. Peut-être je n'étais jamais très réel à vous. Mais l'amour est l'amour et il ne peut être nié par aucun d'entre nous maintenant, bien que je parle pour seulement moi-même.

I remember and know that you don't remember me. I relive our love and feel your touch. You are real to me today. That I am not real to you anymore, means little to me. Perhaps I was never very real to you. But love is love and it can't be denied by either one of us now, although I speak for only myself.

The Crutch

The crutch I need, I have decided, is not alcohol or religion or listening to a particular person or adhering to a particular philosophy, it is some place inside of me that I have to explore.