From One Red to Another

You are silent yet bring so much to any gathering; compelling taste, complimentary nature, and comforting relaxed demeanor.  As with anyone worthy of knowing, you have many faces and each one best suited for certain companions.

Your complexity is best discovered in slow deliberate exposure to my many senses.

First, I carefully release you from the fashion conscious labels that conceal your true beauty.

As the air flows around you it brings warm, rich, and fragrant scents to fill my nostrils.

I watch as you smoothly move about emanating more of your earthy allure with each spin.  Your legs beguile me as they seem to defy even gravity.

Then I pull you to my lips for that first tentative kiss.

When you are this close your co-mingled aromas fully enliven my other senses.

As you first touch my lips I am blessed with a warm fullness that encapsulates and courses through me.

When your wetness caresses my tongue I linger to enjoy the moments that seem frozen in time.

You induce me to savor the flavors in the world around me.

A perfect night ends with you pressed to my lips and both of us sharing a piece of chocolate in the company of a woman… who also enjoys red wine.  Uncail Ruadh 3/17/2008

Before the Night

Each day life offers chances to partake
So I seize each day
Yet amid the plenty-  life’s told my heart it’s you I forsake
Thus I stand incomplete but in the fray
Before the night’s bitter wind I never shiver nor shake
Temperature alone I can keep at bay
But a deeper cold makes my body quake

Solitary while among many like the silently falling flake

Dark of night brings quiet of dreams- warming my chilled ache
But morning always follows and tis colder when I wake
By sheer will I lift myself from dreams balmy break
Off into the day- an empty shell I take
Wandering the limbo between dream and…. dream yet to make
One lost heart- cold beyond cold – crystalline smile- only I know is fake!

Uncail Ruadh January 2007

Right Road... Right Woman

I ride to find the right place and right time....
often they spring up united in front of my eyes...
those moments are worth the bugs, "jackwagons", and raindrops!

The right woman makes even the worse place the right place...
she makes the best place a better place....
and for this she deserves all I can give!

Right road... right woman... in both I find partnership, peace, and passion:
Partnership connecting me with nature - raw and immediate... with a person whose nature meshes with mine creating something far more than the sum.

Peace comes from being in the moments that banish life's drama.... an acceptance of flaw, perfection, and continuous effort to make it better.

Passion is in what lies around the next bend or over the next hill... is being able to look into your partner's eyes at 90 and still see them on the day you met!

The Right Road and the Right Woman - you know them when you find them, they weave through your mind even when time and distance separate you, and the Right Road marks a place on a map... the Right Woman a place in your heart!

Uncail Ruadh May 29 2011

You are the Isle

With mind and words that so beguile...

With knowing, mischief, and radiance in your smile...

With sum of all emanating unique style...

Rare to find... one so worthwhile...

In an ocean of common... You are the Isle

Uncail Ruadh 9/22/2007

She is:

the ever present thought - that eludes mere words...

the glimmer of what if - that’s hidden by the shadow of what is...

the filler - for what never seemed empty...

the clock that is either frozen still or spinning like a fan - but both marking time heated in passion...

beyond my touch- but ever in my mind...

the knowing- complete, compelling, and instantaneous...

Challenge, Choice, and Compromise... Countenance, Curiosity, and Caterwaul...

33% Intellect, 33% Passion, 33% Humor, and 2% willingness to share chocolate...

the hunger of- more...

the fullness of- always enough...

She is all the layers so far discovered and the promise of more on every tomorrow!

Uncail Ruadh 10/19/2007

The Compass Rose

We are as separate and distinct as a compass and the earth...
Yet together we compliment and enhance all that we are alone.

She has an invisible pull... imperceptible to most...
Yet I feel her always... flowing around and through me.

Time, distance, or barrier can separate us...
Yet together we always whirl in smooth synchronous motion.

360 degrees of choice...
Yet together we align perfectly only with each other

We are as connected as a compass and the earth’s magnetic field...
And together we navigate our perfect course through life!


Uncail Ruadh 10/23/2007

They Provide Me Safe Harbor

As the crush of misfortunes rage…
when I see no hope or way to assuage…
when despair becomes my cage.

There is no depth or low…
nor dark mood or life’s kayo…
that a smile or laugh from my children cannot set aglow.

All symptom or grief…
dissipate in relief…
like the unrelenting power of the ocean meeting a barrier reef.

But I am not lifted on the swell of their action alone…
my need to know their joy is ingrown….
to serve them I reconnect with my own humor’d tone.

Through their action and mine…
hardships of life are kept benign…
by the safe harbor of… “This is what makes life oh so fine!”


Uncail Ruadh 04/10/98

Two Disquieted Hearts

I wonder… try to picture her…
I wonder… is it I that she sees when her eyes close and mind opens?

I anticipate the convergence of “Right… When… and Now”!

Looking inward, I assemble the woman that will feed me - mind, body, and soul.
However, my mind’s eye never sees her physicality… no usual dream girl… no one-dimensional poster visual.
In my mind, she is non-descript in visage yet vivid in persona!
Neither prone at my feet nor floating out of touch on pedestal above… we are Equal.

We are connected… she is ever with me even when physical distance separates us
Shared passion, humor, and intellect swirl and mingle in the mists of promise from a place called… “what can be”!

Doubt flickers: have I imagined more than can be… more than I… more than will see me
More: When both willingly give more… more is what each finds… and in that synergy; doubt can find no haven.

She is, I am, we shall be: Both offer what few see, fewer appreciate, and only the rarest can reciprocate
Driven on by the inner certainty of quenched dreams and even more potent realities
Two disquieted hearts search for the beat of unity, growth, and opportunity boundless…..

Uncail Ruadh 3/15/2008

Yearning

When the rush of life rests... the roar of seclusion sets in...
sublimation with family, friends, and work only mutes the yearning!
Longing for a connection beyond the predicated role of parent, friend, coworker drives the desire for the shared trust that enables another to peel back armor and mask.

In being so exposed there is not vulnerability but empowerment...
power that comes from the affirmation of another who sees beyond role, mask, and flaw. Clarity comes in the mirror of a lover’s eye for they alone see and reflect our inner person.

Within the safety of... trust, truth, and openness shared between lovers comes the freedom to explore beyond the boundaries and role society restrains us within... to find that rare state of harmony... where two mingle as one - in mind, body, and spirit thereby becoming more than the sum yet also emerging more resilient individually.

Mere hunger and thirst are but silent companions easily placated but... the craving for an intimate connection is an all enveloping siren that can only be sated by the Right One.

By: Uncail Ruadh Spring 2007

Yesterday’s Rainbow

We are like the Sun and the Rain…
individually unique and powerful in the main.
Yet alone we were also overlooked - perhaps too mundane.

Gifted with sight to see what others miss…
two as One - Each more for this.
We began our journey drenched in bliss.

When we join - hand in hand…
we create a rainbow - soothingly grand.
Bathed in that balanced glow - all darkness we can withstand

If we lose our gifted sight…
radiance fades as dark fights light.
Then we are separated - first  scorched… then drowned - bathed in only spite.

The past is past if we but let go…
If we clear our lives of all senseless tableau.
Only together can we bath in the glowing bliss of yesterday’s rainbow!

Uncail Ruadh 9/17/2008

Warmed by You

Empty darkness pierced by the disarming glow of your blush ~ the genuine warmth of your smile ~ and the fiery hunger of that kiss.   From your lips, words that generate the heat of thoughts exchanged; to growls that emanate from the blaze of passions inflamed.

You… in my eyes… lighting a million tiny fires in my mind and body that consume me.   Seeing the look in your eyes as you measure me… stripping me bare to my soul but covering me in a blanket of trust and sharing.

Wrapped in your legs and arms or rapt in your words you deliver searing desire to my being.   Your warmness envelops me with a knowing, bliss, and need to be caressed by your mind and body.  I am warmed by You. 

April 11, 2008 Uncail Ruadh

To the Night

Wrapped in the calming dark of eve....
Rapt by the limitless twinkling of stars....
The crowd, noise, and light of the city far away!

But in this remoteness I am struck by the busy vastness of space....
Are we alone, how could we be alone, where does space end????

Quiet amazement realigns and settles my mind....
Connection, Calm, and Comfort resides in the dark wooded night...
Yet night in the woods also removes the mundane and the loon's cry cues my awakening
Dark and wild my senses awaken to the purer, more honest, and the... "in this moment" primitive me....
To the night I come to refresh, regress….. reconnect!

By: Uncail Ruadh 8/16/2007

To Treasures Hidden Deep

Like two pirates hiding plunder
In each... We see what all others will miss... that which is hidden deep under:
Under years of blind or cruel or those that take for granted
Are treasures... rich... and varied... and blissfully enchanted.

In each other's arms all past we ignore...
for it is now...  in touch and tone... that our spirits soar!
You heal me and in turn I endeavor...
to take you to a place... where our stolen moments last forever

Where the blind may pass... we alone will see.
See into each other’s being of passion, promise, and glee
Touch to skin... lip to lip... and the ladder to your mind
You have charted me every path to the treasurers others cannot find.

Uncail Ruadh March 2007

The Nothingness

Profound Nothingness overshadows my day and night
Once burned the ardent fire of desire.. now only the ashes of a long gone pyre reveal my plight
To this wasteland I have come willingly
Altruistic in service to others yet in the end I have also disserviced them chillingly
The nothingness consumes all near me in the realm of…. “Less than what it could and should be”
What I miss grows within…. from desire…. to disquiet…. to dislike….. to debris
Time and nothingness will deplete even the friendship from our place
I will not walk in a daze to that final debase
Trapped in the nothingness… of myriad falsities I could bemoan
In truth I am only trapped by my choice alone

Uncail Ruadh 1/12/2007

Taken to that Night

Each night as I cross to dreaml’nd…
as my mind wanders from the days journeys to thoughts unplanned…
memories stir of a smile not to be forgotten and blazingly grande.

Closing my eyes I relive a kiss... hot, tender, and ever seeking remand
I revive the still real sense of silken hair caressing my hand...
Your knowing blush... that left its fiery brand.

You are here now ... evermore real... in reminiscences eternally willing to be fanned.

Uncail Ruadh 3/6/2008

Pathways

From whence ye cometh I know not.
Oh sweet journey and where thy lead I know not
Tis nigh a stumbling path thee and I tread
Gliding on a carpet of mind, passion, and humor
We waltz then tango in turn
aye tis the journey and the company
that doeth make our destination naught
I choose not to wish on the glimmer of places afar
In this moment I bask in the glow of now.

10/1/2007 Uncail Ruadh

I go to the wood and she to the sea...

I go to the wood and she to the sea
In miles she travels away from me
But distance is a measure for a lesser kind
For people like us… we’re always near as our mind
So now… when in my thoughts you wander
It’s of a salty and sun baked you I will ponder
When the cool night blows tropical scents
Close your eyes and escape from events
Of the ocean’s perfumed air breathe in deep
Listen intently to the waves shoreline leap
In that moment... feel me there
Your hand in mine and minds joined through air
She heads to the sun… the sand… and the sea

I go to the Nor’wood cool crisp and alight
Further than far and more far than tonight
As the lonely loon cries at the sky.....
As fire warms those nearby......
My eyes will close and my mind will free
Focus hard on the loon’s primitive plea
I will inhale the smoky crisp air
And in that moment imagine you there
I go to the wood and she to the sea

Uncail Ruadh October 2006

Days Future Pulled Closer by Days Past

We are parted now………………….
In the deepest recess of my being I hunger for you.
I quiet the loss… quiet the desire… quiet the unrest…. with memories of you.
Into the night of alone I walk toward the day when next we’ll unite.
I travel that darkness not alone…
My way is lit with the glowing remnants of when last we met.
But my gaze is not fixed on yesterday…
All those yesterdays still and instill… the hunger that shadows my days now.
The shadow… an ever present guide and companion reminds me…
Look forward to the day when what is now will feed the next tomorrow.
And so remember the time between now and then… is ever connected by what once was…. and what will be again… and again… and again.

Uncail Ruadh 6/20/2007

Ancient Yet Ever New

The dark of the night....
The cry of a loon...
Pleasure built on hours of tone, thought, and touch...

Brush of caress...
Warmth of skin....
Desire to give...
Bliss to find...
Two more than one plus as one...
Sharing release for release...

Ancient yet ever new.....

Uncail Ruadh 8/18/2007

Christmas draws near.... and my mind wanders

As Christmas comes near and the mad rush to prepare slips slowly into neutral, it's time to reflect on the year. Where have I been, where am I, where am I going, why do people act mean when being nice is a better choice, and what if Spartacus had a Cessna... would the world be different today.

Is my life merely: 365 days of waking up only to instantly be driven to sing "Put Da Lime in Da Coconut" in my head over and over and over until I reach the shower and can sing it out loud and..... errr .... well "proud" is not really the right word, Or 67 times waking up only to discover the other drivers on the Toll Road didn't like me sleeping while doing 65, Or 260 round trips to the salt mine, Or 14 times (and 8 different people) having to say, "I'm sorry for touching your donut like we were having a threesome with it". So I am left wondering, where is the reward in life?????

Sure some people have fun, some people meet other fun people, and yeah some lucky bastards are even invited to jointly fondle a sassy little piece of pastry with someone else. However my lot in life is to occupy that dark little corner we all call.... My Life. It bothers me when homeless people see me and they try to force a few bucks into my hand while weeping openly as their eyes survey me. It hurts when derelicts intuitively know that while they live in a Maytag box, eat cold tuna, and drink sour milk they will always get more dates than I can.

I always say to myself (when I am able to turn the internal volume down on "Put Da Lime in Da…" for a second), "Self tomorrow is going to be a good day because really what could be worse than today....." However just like the Lassie Show, I know that I'm like Timmy and more days than not will be spent looking up from the bottom of the well thinking, "Why the hell didn't the writers make a script where I have to be saved from a caravan of horny gypsy vixens instead of a stinkin well or cave?!?"
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

A few things that make my life good:

• The certain knowledge that I enjoy saying out loud the "inappropriate" things that other people only feel free enough to think... and when it's said right, the laugh... no matter how wrong, will come from people who don’t want to.

• Merlot and chocolate or Guinness; the beer that tastes like chocolate milk for adults.

• No matter how crappy my day is... someone... somewhere is begging to be me.

• Singing in my car even while sounding like Yoko Ono going through a grain thresher.

• The mental image of that co-worker's face (you know the one that has to drag everyone down to their narrow minded / angry at the world level) when they suddenly realize that yes... I did just lock them in a small closet with three very angry wolverines.