Episodes

  • The Cliffs shall call

    The Cliffs shall call
    Jan 14 2025
    The Cliffs shall call

    Beneath
    the heavens’ gray embrace
    Where winds of sorrow
    carve the space
    The Cliffs of Moher
    rise austere
    A throne where silence
    claims the seer
    Their jagged edges
    cold and vast
    Hold whispers
    of the lives that passed
    Each soul that leaned
    to meet the gale
    To glimpse
    below the ocean’s veil
    And there
    where earth and sky collide
    Where time itself dares
    not reside
    A perfect death
    seems softly sown
    A plunge into the great unknown
    No cries
    no chains to hold me fast
    No echoes
    of the shadowed past
    Just wind and wave
    a final breath
    A quiet fall
    a lover’s death
    I’d join
    the murmurs of the sea
    Its ancient hymn enfolding me
    To drift with tides
    to ebb and flow
    To leave this weighted world
    below
    The cliffs shall call
    their song so sweet
    A melody
    where fate may meet
    For in their grasp
    there is release
    A fleeting fall
    eternal peace
    Would Yeats have dreamed
    of such an end?
    Where sea and rock
    and spirits blend?
    I hear the call
    its mournful tone
    And long to make
    that leap my own
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    2 mins
  • To drift beneath the arches

    To drift beneath the arches
    Jan 14 2025
    To drift beneath the arches

    Beneath O’Connell’s
    steadfast span
    I stand and feel
    the river’s plan
    Its gentle pull
    its ceaseless song
    To carry
    the restless heart along
    What if I leapt, a whisper
    a sigh
    To join the Liffey
    as it winds by
    Through arches bent
    by time and stone
    Where Dublin’s soul
    has long been sown?
    Bridge by bridge
    its waters call
    A Viking’s ghost
    in its rise and fall
    To the sea that cradled
    their sturdy prows
    And kissed the shores
    where their honor bows
    The tide would take me
    far
    away
    Beyond where sunlight
    greets the day
    To melt
    into the ocean’s breast
    And find
    at last eternal rest
    No trace
    no shadow left behind
    Just flowing waters
    undefined
    Dublin would
    forget my name
    Yet I’d be part
    of its endless frame
    Oh city born
    of blackened pool
    Where tides are fierce
    yet strangely cool
    Take me now
    beneath your streams
    And let me fade
    in timeless dreams
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    2 mins
  • Jealous of the cup

    Jealous of the cup
    Jan 14 2025
    Jealous of the cup

    Oh fragile porcelain
    you daring thief
    You steal what I can
    only dream to keep
    Your warmth caresses
    where I long to dwell
    Your kiss
    a secret you’ll never tell
    You touch his lips
    so soft
    so fair
    And linger
    where my heart would dare
    You cradle his breath
    his whispered sighs
    While I remain
    in longing’s disguise
    Each sip he takes
    a lover’s vow
    And I
    an outsider
    wonder how
    A lifeless cup
    could hold such grace
    Could taste the soul
    I cannot trace
    The steam
    that rises meets his gaze
    A fleeting veil
    a fleeting haze
    Yet even that
    I envy still
    For it touches him
    against my will
    Oh foolish heart
    why ache so much?
    For lips
    you’ll never truly touch?
    Yet still
    I pine
    my longing steeped
    For love that’s his
    but never reaped
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    2 mins
  • Beneath the Dublin sky

    Beneath the Dublin sky
    Jan 14 2025
    Beneath the Dublin sky

    I wish I were the rain
    so light
    so near
    That kisses your umbrella
    crystal-clear
    As you wander
    where battles once did rage
    Through Dublin’s streets
    each stone a page
    I’d dance upon the threads
    of history’s veil
    Soft whispers in the air
    a lover’s tale
    Each droplet falls
    erasing pain and strife
    Replacing death
    with dreams of present life
    I wish I were the wind
    that finds your face
    That tangles in your beard
    a golden grace
    The hue that leprechauns
    hold dear and bright
    A flame of hope
    within the city’s night
    I’d sweep away the shadows
    grief
    and woe
    And gift the dubliner’s hearts
    a tranquil glow
    Let laughter bloom
    where sorrow used to stay
    And peace endure
    beneath the skies of grey
    Oh let me be the breeze
    the rain
    the song
    To walk beside you
    gently
    all day long
    To be a part
    of every step you take
    And soothe the aching world
    for love’s sweet sake
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    2 mins
  • A soul of stone

    A soul of stone
    Jan 14 2025
    A soul of stone

    My soul is carved
    in the Burren’s stone
    Where ancient winds
    have softly flown
    Upon that limestone
    grey and bare
    A whisper lingers in the air
    No velvet earth
    no fertile green
    But cracks where life
    has faintly been
    Yet in its crevices
    flowers bloom
    Defying harshness
    defying doom
    The rocks endure
    the tempest’s cry
    Beneath the changeless
    brooding sky
    Their silence speaks
    of battles fought
    Of wisdom age and strife
    have wrought
    Like them
    my soul bears marks of time
    Of sorrow’s weight
    of grief’s climb
    But rooted deep
    it will not break
    A steadfast heart
    no storm can shake
    Among the stones
    the wild things grow
    The gentian blue
    the hawthorn’s glow
    So too within
    a quiet grace
    A fragile beauty
    finds its place
    Oh Boireann
    teach me how to be
    As strong as stone
    as wild
    as free
    For in your rocks
    I see my own
    A soul of earth
    a heart of stone
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    2 mins
  • True love

    True love
    Jan 14 2025
    True love

    True love
    is not a cage of gold
    Nor chains that bind
    nor hands that hold
    It does not claim
    it does not own
    But lets the spirit
    soar alone
    It walks beside
    but does not steer
    It whispers soft
    yet draws no fear
    Like wind that bends
    the trembling tree
    It touches all
    yet leaves it free
    No jealous shadow
    darkens grace
    No need to cling
    no frantic chase
    True love is freedom’s
    steady gaze
    A beacon
    through life’s shifting haze
    It blooms in trust
    it thrives in air
    Where hearts are light
    and minds are bare
    Like rivers
    flowing to the sea
    It finds its course
    eternally
    For love that seeks to lock
    confine
    Will wither fast
    a fading vine
    But love that opens
    wide and true
    Will blossom bright
    forever new
    So let your love
    be wild and wise
    As fleeting
    as the starry skies
    For in its freedom
    hearts take flight
    A boundless joy
    a pure delight
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    2 mins
  • The heart of Ireland

    The heart of Ireland
    Jan 14 2025
    The heart of Ireland

    In the misty hills
    where the green winds blow
    The heart of Ireland
    beats steady and slow
    With eyes like the sea
    fierce and deep
    A soul that the storm
    cannot break or sweep
    Proud and true
    with heads held high
    They face the world
    with a fearless sigh
    Through centuries of trials
    their spirit has stood
    A people born of fire
    of struggle
    and blood
    In their laughter is strength
    in their silence is grace
    In every wrinkle
    a story
    a face
    With hands that build
    and hearts that heal
    They carry a love
    that is raw and real
    From the cobbled streets
    to the rolling green
    In every whisper
    their dignity is seen
    They bow to no one
    though humble they stand
    For they are the keepers
    of this ancient land
    The Irish are proud
    not with boast or pride
    But with a dignity
    that cannot hide
    For in every man
    and in every tree
    Is the heart of Ireland
    forever free
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    2 mins
  • The wall of silence

    The wall of silence
    Jan 14 2025
    The wall of silence

    I stand before them
    words unspoken
    For in their gaze
    all hope is broken
    Their voices rise
    so sure
    so loud
    While mine is lost
    within the crowd
    They wear their pride
    like a golden crown
    Blinded by their own
    renown
    With every word
    they build their wall
    A fortress strong
    a silent call
    I try to speak
    to break the chain
    But my words fall
    like drops of rain
    They don’t hear
    they never see
    The person hidden
    deep in me
    Their world revolves
    with them at the core
    And mine is left to whisper
    implore
    But no echo comes
    no understanding found
    In their realm
    my voice cannot resound
    So I retreat
    in silence dwell
    Where my thoughts
    can rise and swell
    For arrogance and narcissistic
    reign
    Leave me lost
    in their empty disdain
    I seek the quiet
    the listening ear
    Where empathy blooms
    and hearts draw near
    But with them
    all is cold and bright
    A world where my voice
    is lost to the night
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    2 mins