The Spell of Being

The Spell of Being

I am without time.

I am all times.

I am a speck of dust

I am a mountain of stone.

I am without form.

I am all forms.

I am the last Spark of Hope

I am the Inferno of Creation

I am the unseen Past.

I am the unknown Future.

I am the soft sigh of Death

I am the gale of Chaos

I am without Life

I am without Death

I am a silent Tear

I am an unbroken Wave

I am Spirit without form

And I am Form in Spirit

I am not

I am.

 

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Bans Demon

Blackly grows the mood,

Gathering and swirling

Like clouds upon the horizon

 

Errant strikes of pain

Flash in reddened eyes

Hackles raised in lust

 

Anger rumbles harshly

Thundering recklessly

Teeth bared and gleaming

 

Like swirls of rain

Sorrow pools in pain

Gathering reprisal

 

Muddied streaks of thought

Unclear and venomous

Streak across my eyes

 

Uncaring words, scathing

From lips and fingers

Seeking only oblivion

 

Pain builds in anger

Retribution burns

Rampant and seething

 

Searching, longing

Looking for victim

For hellish glee

 

Taste the darkness

Acidic and deadly

Seeking union in

 

Touch through agony

Of scars and burdens

From yesterday

 

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Heretic

Heretic

You fear to look me in the eyes

What cowardice in your soul lies

Pray to your god, The Lord of Flies

What will you do when your body dies

Set yourself upon a pedestal

To try and tear another down

Portray yourself as better than

Till you meet Arrawn’s Hounds

Bigotry and hatred lies and ignorance

Have atrophied your souls eternal grace

Your blind sorry assed self righteousness

Have helped repress the human race

Fundamentally its simple

Kill all of your fears

And tear down the temples

That bore us through uncounted years

To save a soul you thought you’d lost

Yet it was never yours to save

Trade in blind hypocrisy defrayed a faithless cost

Now the ways of power and love to you are estranged

The wheel has turned and you dread the change

The lies you’ve lived do dissolve

Hatred and fear will never solve

Two thousand years of misery

Treasure of the churches Heresy

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Silence

A raven sat beside me

In silence for a time

Lost in silent company

Heartbeats pacing rhyme

Words flow often freely

Yet oft lost behind the din

Touch of feelings flowing

From the calm that lies within

In the haste of learning

There comes a silent cost

Can one sit within the quiet

Without spirit feeling lost?

Frantic haste fades slowly

With no fraught anxiety

Trust is growing wholly

Replacing fear sown seed

Joy the easy flow of words

Yet I love the silence true

And raven sat beside me

As I sat in silence too

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Her Heart

She rides beside my spirit

Deep calm within the storm

Her presence surrounds me

Embraced within her arms

 

Just behind my eyes she fly’s

First thought that greets the day

There within the rainfall

Within the moons soft rays

 

Her voice, it comes upon me

Soft melody on the wind

Woven now within my soul

She strums my heartstrings low

 

Vibrantly she speaks to me

Touching places hid away

Tomorrows are much brighter now

As her heart resides with me

 

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Pagan Harmony

Sacred ground and sacred rite

Skyclad bodies dancing round

Blazing fire on Bealtine night

Power building until unbound

Blessed Goddess, Great Horned God

Come to us this sabatt night

Herne the Hunter and Arianrhod

Dance with us till dawning light

Spiral in then spiral out

A greeting kiss a knowing nod

Magick flows round all about

Woven ribbons round Maypole rod

A circle cast a circle danced

Laughing, chanting glowing flight

Power seen by witch’s glance

Silvered beings in bright moonlight

Ancient ones and ancient ways

Gnomes and Drakes, Slyphs and Undines

Bring us fertile sunlit days

Unshod feet trace ancient lines

Lead us on the Spiral path

Dance up the crops in summers time

Newfound wisdom to help us laugh

Harvests bounty and Autumn wine

Young winsome lass and gracious mother

Be grateful child for Goddess’ love

Yet the crone claims all like a long lost mother

As the God of summer thunders above

Winter, spring, summer and fall, silver wheel turns them all

God of Horns protects and watches

Birth, life, death and rebirth the path laid for us all

As the fates weave the matches

Fall is past and winters come

Live joyously and honestly

As another turn of the wheel is done

An it harm none so mote it be

Life comes again as spring draws near

Love Of Goddess, now let it be

Love the Goddess, now let it be

Love each other as she loves thee

And heed well children

The living dance of Harmony

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Heart Slayer

Pain so bleak my spirit weeps in lonely dying sighs

I look upon the world through torn and bloody eyes

 

I’ve cast aloft the essence of my lone immortal soul

Have thus returned from thee quite often less than whole

 

Why would thou want to touch me with intentions less than true

I’ve walked the lonely road for oh so long that nothing else will do

 

Ethereal kiss through moment’s bliss before lighting strikes again

Why should I learn to trust those ones to whom truth’s a common sin

 

You tell me time and time again you have my best at heart

But every time your work comes through you tear the world apart

 

Widow though you say your not although it seems to be

Every one you’ve touched so far has paid dearly just like me

 

The one who stand beside you are loyal to a fault

But when you see behind their eyes you ferret out the rot

 

How many times have I heard what soon turned out a lie

And then you have the nerve to say that Im the reason why

 

Why fault is fault and wrong is wrong I don’t understand

Why you cannot see the truth that on each owns a person stands

 

To share the load and labor of life’s often screwed up trails

Upon each other you must lean on and surely you may fail

 

But when that load it only flows unto thee and thou and thine

And prevaricate when payments do that is where I draw the line

 

I wouldn’t call you black widow, it’s true your prey survives

But everyone it seems you’ve touched their heart is what you’ve slain

 

So though you have your reason so often tried and true

You’ve told me way to many lies to place much faith in you

 

One short step and then im gone though who knows the hour due

At that finite point in time you will find it all on you.

 

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Angelic Voice, version 1

Soft sweet sound of music do I hear

Aloft on angelic voice to touch my ear

I’ve raged across ten thousand years

Lost with no hope and deep in fear

 

    A passing glance at amorous play

     A drifting thought across life’s way

     A passing ship set to sail that day

     A chanced meeting but who can say

 

Sounding chimes within stopped time

My heart is spilt in lilting rhyme

Where love blooms their is no crime

Only fear holds lovers to that line

 

    A passing glance at amorous play

     A drifting thought across life’s way

     A passing ship set to sail that day

     A chanced meeting but who can say

 

So your hear my heart and hear it true

I have no fear of how I feel for you

The closer steps bring nearer view

When that Angelic voice came thru

 

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Angelic Voice, version 2

Have you ever heard thunder on a cloudless sunny day?

Never have you heard a sound that took your breath away?

Have you ever heard the ticking of ancient timeless clock?

Then you heard the music that caused all time to stop?

When walking down the road of pain alone there came a gentle rain

Thrust through heart like daggers, releasing spirit from its chain?

 

I have.

 

Have you never touched another from a lifetime far away

With bitten lip and lilting sigh that begged to come and play

Within the core, deep inside a child lays bound to neglects lock

Silenced alone in misery while crying silent destiny is shocked

Have you ever heard the sound of life’s most cleansing rain

The crying sound of angel’s voice when she’s released from pain?

 

I Have

 

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Tryst of Truth

Therein lies the very heart of all those tragic woes

Whereby sparks the start of whatever evil grows

Know ye that the lying tongue, oft destroys the truth.

Gone the simple trust that was once the grace of youth.

 

Whence the wonder on ones face upon the shadow fall

Whimsy cast upon your fate within your hidden all.

So far upon your yesterday cross branded on your lips.

Cursed to suffer silently within your shallow rift.

 

When the trust that one claims dear from self turns away.

Upon your heart the leaden fear grows slow into dismay.

Dishonor follows languidly as within your bed ye lay

Paths of falsehood lay within to grip you in its maze.

 

Wander not so idly why your trusts so hard to give.

When in kind you cross the line within white lies you live.

Small falsities lead to a road with a never ending twist.

When within you lay’s the truth in long forgotten tryst.

 

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Two Worlds

Two Worlds

 

One foot here and one foot there.

Places seen where most don’t dare.

The side that sees the winding road

And one that guides the brush.

 

Iron cage and bracelet links

Just aint my cup of tea.

Wish the motherfuckers

Would stop and let me be.

 

Live my life my own way

An’ try to tread on none.

Swing the blade of vengeance

Disguised in artistry.

 

What really does it matter

If I choose to wear a lid.

Life is never safe you see,

No matter what you did.

 

I ride because I have to,

Wind between my teeth

Art the guise that mirrors soul

And what resides in me.

 

Soul that never bowed

To staid conformity

Heart that beats, reddened

Wildly and free.

 

Ride alone or with another.

Miles beneath my feet.

Wind and water, fire and earth

Keeps me in that seat.

 

Paid those dues and all the rest

And pay em twice again.

Not quite crossing far enough

For life in souless pen.

 

Walk along the razor line.

One hand upon the blade.

Touch the knife to taste the ink

In which a life is laid.

 

I ride because of wild love

For places I haven’t been.

High among the peaks

And low across the land.

 

Keep the gas tank full

Leathers close at hand

Through the rainy morning

Or burning sunlit grand.

 

I ride because I have to

Fly both swift and free

Roving like the ancients

Across the lands unseen.

 

So lay me in the corners,

fast and flying low.

Upon an open endless road

Destination long unknown.

 

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Faith

The morning trickles by languidly

Indolent seconds hand crawls, eyeless

Scribed in winsome remembrance

Soft treasures measured in rhapsody

Rebellious in reluctance of motion

Eternities die upon an eyelash dewdrop

Framed by golden halos in cerulean prism

Time captured, waits idly upon the shelf

Each moment distilled from priceless memory

Gleaned from precious moments spent with you

Words and thoughts flow in symphony

Brush’s dancing across invisible canvas

Seeking true form and shape of moments past

They glide swiftly ahead seeking true form

Restlessly awaiting our tomorrow’s

Breath parting waiting lips

Eternity poised upon finger tips

Future memories unfold in ecstasy

Within the moments dreaming

 

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Dance Tomorrow

Come dance with me, in the rain

Bare of skin and shame

Under sun or pale moon

Early morn or soft twilight

 

Woven from the silk

Of daydreams silent webs

Cast aloft on feathers

Of hope that wasn’t said

 

Come play with me, lady

In a mountain stream

A still quiet pool

On by a shady dream

 

Laugh with me softly

In deep shadowed night

Share life with me

In the dark or light

 

Walk with me tomorrow

Or could be yesterday

Stroll within the memories

Of what we have to say

 

Sit with me in quietude

Free from soul’s solitude

Hand in hand gently

In each others arms

 

Come dance with me, in the rain

Of tomorrow yet unknown

Look toward the memory

Of days we haven’t yet

 

 

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Art and poetry.

I have always been an artist.

I accepted that reality of my self several years ago.

Much of my anger, rage at the world was due to the repression of that facet of myself.

My poetry developed as I worked through baggage, sorting, cleaning, eliminating and feeling old angers and scars.

Writing became a way to express what I could not facilitate with words.

Writing, poetry, speaking truly IS Art.

And so is seeking undersanding of itself.

I have gone through a repression of sorts, not willingly, but out of perceived neccesity. As I post, or repost things that I have written, I re-awaken that link with the soul behind the eyes.

To remind and re-energize that facet of my art, which more than anything grants little glimpses into the mind and thoughts of this individual as an Artist, A human being and as a man.

As I read, re-read each piece choosing for no real reason which piece I post, I draw that link closer, pry open that creativity of inspiration and insight.

I hope you enjoy them and understand them as well.

Some are playful, some angry, some despairing of hope while others soar aloft on the wildest dreams one can imagine.

That is what they are for . . to express feeling when words are bound to tightly.

I seek now, to more fully explore my artwork. a goal I have been striving for, among others for a number of years now. Poetry, along with more tangible and less fleeting media . . . as an artist, I have many tools of expression. Hopefully, they will have an impact, and create openings withing people of understanding.

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Cerydwynn’s Call.

Cerrydwynn’s call

As I step without this cloaking shell and

dance into the dark

Dark Maiden wraps me in her warm embrace

I’m cloaked in mystery

Where am I, where do I go? I know not where this

journey takes me

I’ve been to Briton in the past and danced on

the isle of Eire

I’ve ridden plains alive and unchanged by time,

in bloody warrior’s frenzy

I’ve hailed Robyn and the Maiden, weeping, even

as I persecuted them

I’ve been trampled, raped and skinned alive, left

bleeding in the dust

Stormed cities in a red blood lust, gathering tribute

for my Ceasers

I’ve swung the labrys against Saxon foes along

the side of Arthur

Elsewhere I’ve wielded claid-he-mor against

incomers from distant shores

I’ve seen Paul’s church come and grow, turning mysteries

To lies ‘gainst those who wore the woad

I’ve seen empires arise to fall, lives and cultures

blown away on fates wind

In forested glades have I danced skyclad, sweat flowing

‘neath silvered waxing moon

Into the Cauldron to return again, new life cycles

Of the Lady Cerridwen

Tens of centuries have I travelled, followed red

Threads until unravelled

Atlantis sank beneath the waves, overburdened by

Flowery conceit

Fled through the times of inquisition, bent and broke

Burnt to submission

Is this a dream, this journey I take? Or is

It just A re-awakening…

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