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I awoke this morning and this was racing through my mind like a vivid light. I thought I'd share these moments and thoughts with you now.

My Best to you all,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

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thank ye, Tazzops.

Thank ye both, very much.

tommy boy

Big Joe. ( joethebricky )

Thank ye kind Sir. I appreciate hearing these words of kindness from you.

Thanks,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

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Rasputin ( The Recorded version; http://picosong.com/6qFy/ )

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Rasputin


Unsavory marksman of the hidden promise, maker of real driven, ancient, masking death,
Spells cast upon your unholy church, in the midst of Russian winter, beyond length and breadth,
Follow us to this day when it's dark and rainy outside and we're beyond our worldly breath,
Follow us straight on into the grave with a shallowness in each and every burdensome step,

Silvery Rasputin like images shelved in the solemn body of this, my singular reminisce,
Ye reflect a difference from the cold Russian darkness, to it's deathly, unholy bliss,
Chained in rust, kept down, held tightly like a snake coiled, shouting it's resounding stinging hiss,
Ye shadow us to this day Rasputin in your dark night - with your bold resounding negativeness.


Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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Solemn Assembly


Here in the rain swept hollows among the hills and the dales lay all of these ancient memories,
I cannot forgive those who have taken me away, those who have planned and thus penetrated,
Reverent moments spent on this plateau, this level of happenstance, these layers of darker seas,
Whereby I now reside in quieter moments masked, alone, and in my maker's eyes venerated,

But alas, hidden away in the truer moments of my dreams and my promises, foreign, left to lore,
Those awakened who would spend their time in darkness, their holy lair, and more, I give to thee,
These gifts of my living, the soundness of my giving, remnants found here inside my ancient door,
That I might promise to share with others the whole, struck, sound abundance of this life's radiancy.

Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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Wings Of The Falcon

My wet feet upon the ground walk briskly through the forming, morning mist,
Step by step, one foot than the other - through the dampened, chilled grass,
Ever the writer who in the morning creeps, pen clenched tightly in fumbling fist,
Sleeves rolled up, embracing alluring memories, gathering life's essence - en masse,

But in the light of cold morning with portfolio in hand, where'er are the level, bold blessings,
The communion of souls? There in the corner of my drafty room, nearest the crackling fire,
Among the damp air, at length and in the cool order of all of my segments, written etchings,
Found bound tightly in the hope and glory, and with the memory of all with whom I conspire,

Assembled words and thoughts will grow, rush through me here, for I am swallowed up by the,
Soft wafting of the wings of the falcon.


Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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Tul,

Aye, ye are all of these things - and more.



tommy boy moran / Ireland

Tul, 1marie63,

Your words moved me. I don't know what else I might say right now except, thank you both very, very much.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

1Marie63,

Thank ye so very much. I'm so glad ye enjoyed this piece. Have ye visited and listened to the recorded version yet. Please find it here . . .

http://picosong.com/Sttw/


Thanks again - for everything, 1Marie63,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Winterkind,

Thank ye so very much. I appreciate it and mayhaps we'll end up in the stars one day. We'll bypass the moon t'gether.

Thank ye, warm friend, and my thanks to ye for the quote.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

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Note: To listen to the recorded version please go here . . .
http://picosong.com/Sttw/

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I do hope you've all given a listen to the recorded version of this piece. I like this one particularly.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Ladywind,

Thank ye so much. I do like the ending too.

Thank you,

tommy boy moran / Ireland