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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Time (past)

~~~
This bores me to no end,
Such an Eternity of wasted Time, Billowing about me...
Caught in the Desert Storms, FatherTime has risen up,
Shaken,
The many Seconds,Minutes,Hours; They have struggled to Dissapate, it seems,
Stretching out their long Tendrils,
Stretching out to me,To hold on, to Slow down further,
but,
My ground is no more stable than it,
So us both come Tumbling about in this mass storm of Age old Centuries,
Swallowed by the many memories of Forgotten Eras, and the Revolutions to forsee,
We have become used to It,
and It to Us,
A wonderous Aspect of our Mere Being,
Yet unattainable,
For Father Knows whether our full Grasp Upon it Will bring forth Destruction,
or New Foundations, if we will do more Harm than Good,
But, Untill the tiny seams of fragile Time, Break open with Blinding light,
We will forever be in the Storm of his Will,
Being and Seeing Time as it Envelopes us in its Hopeless Continuity and its Constants,
Like She, like He and Like We, Shall be Like Thee,
Blindly Lost in this Terrible Fate,
Called
Time.
~~~

When shall I Resume (past)

The world comes and goes,
a world of  Lazarus and Jesus,
and Michelangelo,
The unseen shadow that dwells,
in the consciousness that fell,
to the broken and down...
a host?

The crawling sick that heals,
to the body that shouldn't feel,
but leaves a scar,
that meals upon the flesh,
and becomes it.
Becomes the mouth that talks,
and the bound legs that walk,
but halt,
It changes back and forth,
but lets it believe,
at fault...

The world comes and burns,
to a world of  "Sparrow" and "Poe"
and thine old "Lucifer"...

So now the shadow has risen,
taken over and has been,
waiting to see the next kin,to fall into his abyss...
Now this scar has become a disease,
mealing upon your soul to bleed,
eating your sanity up,
like fleas...

But the world comes and goes...
you see?

Run,Run



Run to the Sky,My Children,

For That may be our Paradise,

Do Not Fall to the Earth, My Children,

For everything that has Fallen,Has Died,

Run My Children, Run to the Sky....








You must grow a pair of wings,


With feathers made of grass and soul,


You must hear what the young Sky sings,


Only then may you be All and Whole...

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Time is Sweet

Time is Sweet
like the Honey
Life that Runs
Of the Days
Breath is Cold and Hot, that Blows
Thy precious Death Away


Slick as Serpent  Tongue, It takes
It comes and Eats,Breath by taste
Held in hand,Its meal to Dine
ah,
Tis a pleasant life, not Lived in Time.

Time is Fleeting

Time is fleeting to the mind
a second decade to second Eyes
Crush between my fingertips
the seconds of my second life

Life is fleeting to the lost
a second too quick between the cusp
An open hand of Death above
a cape of Onyx,Smoke then Rust

Human is the beast that Takes
a Second rule is a second break'd
Stepped upon my weary soles
Are the seconds of their Taxing Tolls

Tink the Tankering Time Dost Tell

Tink the Tankering time does plea
a milisec- to my strenuous creed
Huff the hoping breath does sigh
an eternity to my endless life

Striking does the feather-pen plink
of oil casings drowned in Ink
If one could strike their sins to peace
A hundred lines my pen dost sink

Weary old this man does made
Late of night till Early days
Roar! with godforsaken vain
"I've Lived my last,and my Last is Day!"

Tink the Tankering Clocks do Yell
Seconds before 9 gates of Hell
Huff the dying breath does sigh
An ended life now taken by I.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Starting from Scratch

It seems everything has suddenly changed
My heart was wavering and dark
But now,I Woke and Held the Sun
I close my Eyes and see Blossoming Reds of White Rays
I can Reach out and Feel the Intense Warm
I can Smile and Say
What a Beautiful Sun,I love its Fire
Wild Sands of another Day
My Light and Guardian Maiden
My Mothers are In each
I was Looking,Looking
Ah, But now I Search,and Know the Difference
I take Comfort under the Earth During the Nights
I Dance Circles Round My Sun During The Days
The Cold Wispy Days,That Try and Take
My Burning Light away,But I and She are Strong
I, like the Mighty Old,
Tree that Hung before,King of the Forests
The Great Shadow that Shade the Grasses
The Great Protector, Ai, I hold the Glory of Earth within Me
I can Look Around and See
What a Mighty Work this is
Soon Living, Soon Dying
My Mothers are Everything and in Everything
They Hold and Comfort me
and I can Cry to them and Yell
Oh Great Mother!What am I to Become?
And They Will always say
My great Bird She, Made of Us and We
You Can only Choose your
Mighty Destiny

Monday, November 28, 2011

Notes 3

The Person I saw was you
Transfixed among the Edges of Time
Standing between Two Lives of a Paradigm

Notes 2

I Feel like I am in the Belly Of the Beast
I move as it Breathes
Its Cool Air Grazes My Burning Skin
And I cry as It Laughs
for Nothing Good comes
When it Laughs

Notes 1

They Cried Out
In their Ancient Tree Language
Their Branches and Leaves
Shaking and Falling like their Tears
He Is Upon Us! and
He takes....

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

(past) War Raging,Death Coming

War Raging, Death Coming

Run!

They say it has come

The Gods of this Age

...........................

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Something Something

The Air around grows Frigid
The World now suddenly moving
Shifting
Branches Crackling
Something Running
Coming
Ripping through 
This Tissue Paper 
Of our World

Monday, October 17, 2011

A Rust Colored Sun Fell Down

I Bask in a Star Filled Ray


Rays upon My Cheek


Rays like a long Summer


Rays like Groundwater Rushing


Rushing to Meet Me


Rays That Fill my Irises


Leave Me Drunk and Blind


Rays that Whisper Liquid Promises


Promises And Lies


I Fall into Rust Colored Suns


A Pool of Burning Snow


Somehow I Not Feel Its Burn


Feel Its Deathly Turn


Turn Turn Turn


Turning With the Sun Beams


I Am.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

His Name was Something of an O

I Stood Beside the Wood Laden Fence
Stared Out Into The Open Sky I Did
The Crows Cawed Once
And An Old Bird Took Form
Perched Upon The Fence
As He Cocked His Head
To Me


I Looked Into His Beady Eyes
Twitching This and That
I Saw a Roll Of Letter
Tied To His Bird Ankle
I Reached Out
Thought The Letter Was For Me


Nay


The Bird Took Off Overhead As I Did So
I Swiveled Round and Watched It Fly


To an Old Man in Regal Fit
Charms and Pendants hanging Off Him
Long Robes and Animal Skins
Dragging Gently Cross the ground
He raised his Arm and the Bird Sat Upon It
And He was Gone


I Blinked Mad Tears
for the Powerful man Dissapeared
I sank to my Knees in Frustration
" I just Wanted to talk with you!"
"Noone Ever Speaks..."
I Say.


Two Bird Chirpings Later
Wrapped Sole of Brightness 
Became in Front of Me
"To your Feet Child"
He Say
Voice Like Thunder Mixed with a Melted Sun


I Rose Slowly
Gaze held Low


"You Wish not  to look at Me"
His Voice of a Fluid Taunting Sort
I knew Down,If I looked
I Would Be No More


"Suit You, A Seeing Druid you are No?"
I Stood Taking in his Warm Talk
Drunk with Wild Suns


"Dont Know"
Mumbled I


I Felt the Old Man's Smile Beam Over Me
"Soon you Shall"


...........


His Name was Something
Something With an O

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Why? I Say

I look at the Sky With Dread
Such Clouds A'form Tonight
she Says Its a Full Moon
 And people Change
On a Full Moon Day

My Heart Still Pounds
 For the Inevitable

Monday, October 10, 2011

Snow Falls out my Window,The Seasons Aren't What they Used To Be



Breathe Upon Your Summers Light




      For my Body is Frozen White




               Rain the Warm Seas and Clouds Above


                     Can Winter and Summer Really Love?





Fall and Winter War

Such Cold The Winter Brings
A Rest not the Best
Patiently Waiting
As the Seasons Go By
Seems an Eternity
Has filled my Eyes

Should I Sway my Branches
This and That?
Hm.
Maybe Summer will come Faster
With its Warmth....

Winter Me 1

Walking on Edged needles
My Body Crackles
For What it has not
Yet Known

I am wound Up
Ticking Ticking
Like the Toy Soldier

But Even Trees Must Wait
For Winters Storms

Friday, October 7, 2011

Nanti nanti Mont'iap e cheklu - Mother, She is Fallen..??

The Wind sings as she dances
Murmuring Words she doth not Know
The Grasses below Cradle each fall
Her mind and Soul
Soul and Bod,
Yet All not Hers

Oh What to do with a Withering .....
She Say
Keep,Keep Oh Keep her Dancing
Let her Forget
Her Ages Numbering
Oh Keep Keep her Murmuring

She Say
One Day One Day One Day
She will know
My  Fate. .....

(My One)??[

EDITED7/10/13]

Tune 2.7

I am Born Blue
Like the Rushing waters
Soaking up that all is New
Yet Pain like no Other


Born of all the Ages
Waves Washing over me
Running to the Heavans
Drowning in the Ocean Breeze......

Tune 1

Thier floating in the air
As far as my Eyes can see
Theyre laughing out at ye
As Human as can be
Today.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Proposition 1

I see,
A great Oak with many branches that all leaf,
Except two.
Your mind and soul
Are like Sun and Moon,
That fight with each other for Sky,
Though they cannot realize,
They share one space,
One plane,
One world,
All together,and All in Peace.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Proposition 3 Too many

Thou should know this One yet,
Animal was once Man,
and Man,
The birds that Fly.
Certain,Yes,
One may feel more that than others,
But Only the connection decides Whether to keep
In Human Yearstime,
Things change,
Whither away,
Fibers detach,
And Carry way.
 It is only Destiny or Being
that determines Which you ask.

Proposition 2

Like the Cock crows,
and the Fish at Bay,
No Thing is this Certain.
 I can Say you This,
 Listen and Watch.
Follow your Heart not yor Mind.
 Reach out to the hands that grab you closest.
 Sing to which actually Hear with Ears,
 and You may find a Suprising Fact.
 The Gods and Godesses of this Age have turned Ruthless
Yet Few have Heart.
Seek Comfort to which May call to you.
Sets,Rites,And Rules of Such shall not keep
You.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

To the Ends of Time,No Gates are open to thee

Ah....
So what am I now?
That has been caught Between Gates
Lost to another Century
Angrily Toiling Over what this Frayed
Frayed Body
Cannot Retrieve,See, Remember
Of those Past Glorious Days..........

Oh!
What a Burden upon my heart
to See such turn like the Humans
Learn Fast and Fly


My Little Fire, Do Burn!
You not Have Much Time
Before all is Withered
And you Forever Mortal.........

~

(past) This God

Who is this god?!
Spoken if such Power?
Which Thine walks upon My Earth
And Gives Life through Dirt and Spine?

Groan!

How Dare He,
Sit Upon my Throne
To call Himself king
To Blindly Guide his Slaves
Into a Blackless InSanity?!

OH!

Though Dost Angers Me So....

Monday, September 26, 2011

One,Three,Seven,Two

Wings of Two

Fly as one

Running to the Sky's

Heavens....


Eyes of Four

Look for two

Soaking up the Autumn

Autumn

Warmth

What is it You Cry for?

Breathing Upon which was given to me
Walking Upon which can be Taken Away
Rushing Upon the Wings of my Ea
I learn, I give, and I take

Ah! Hear Her Groan and Moan,
For Which is Not Hers,

I am So,

Flying to as I Greet Thee
Me and She Smiling
Letting the Wind Behind Ye
Whip like Grain Leaves

The Green Hue Turns a Rust Color

The Autumn Comes By Way
Choking Up the Earth and it's Leaves
The Summer Sun,Now Roams behind
It only Waits
And Wishes
to be Longer

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Outside 5

This Black Butterfly


I watch  as It


Swirls Overhead


And around me


to the Beyond


I wonder


If it knows Me


and my Pain


This Black thing

Friday, September 23, 2011

To the One who Smells of Earth

Ho!
Alas!

I call to Thee
You feel me
I Speak,
Thou You are Unsure
You are Mine
and Ah!
You are He

A Child who Bears the Seed
of a New Earth
I call to Thee
and you Know Ye

Ezra,Nen Chalin, Mo' ein Cos
Rai'k es in' Tet Map- thew

HO!
ALAS!
I will Return,
An' I Will Keep

Broaden for They all Call
For Thee

A Fyre Winged Creature,and An Earth Bearing Spirit-He.

Laidy Fyre and Crimson Seirt
That is All She Spoke
She say,
Throw the leaves Upon the Hearth,
and Smell the Raging Smoke,


She Lay,


Twindling the delicate threads,
Of, Planning,Her Demise
She sees ME and HE
As One, 
in Her Eyes


Laidy Fyre and Crimson Seirt
That is all she Thought,
Washed away, the Woods by Riv'r
I ask,How


She Say,


May I See it So,I will it Done
And that was all the Retort.

Since the Beginning of Never

Oh!


The Clashing of Times
Have Met one Another,
The Seeds of my Graining,
Father.


The Ashes and Clouds,
Have Met once with His Hearth,
to Form our Gracious,
Mother.


Then,


The worms,The Flies and that which Buzz,
Grew to form the Pillars,
All the Corpses and the Bones,
Threw out, which was all left over


So then,


The Lady Hawks and Eagle Men,
Flew through Wisps of Light
Dropping Souls Off their Hind Wing flows,
and these are which Grew,
Feet and Eyes.


Skin and Throat,Dirt and ground,
All which is the same,
Soles and Eyes,Face and Crown,
These start the Days of Men.

Today 1

I breathe in the Wet Sun,
The trees and Grasses,
Sigh Together,


It has been an Eternity,
Since then.


I Slope along the Rock Dirt Hills,
The Weeds and Clouds,
Groan in unison,
It has been,It has been,


A Timeless-Forever,
Since then...

Thursday, September 22, 2011

What Do you Think Really?

There are many Ladys and Great Lords out there,
So That many are free to choose from whomever,
Only From Where their heart lies,
You create good Then so shall you Be,
Consume Evil and Evil is what will Become of Ye,
 So When your First Life is Over and your Body lies on a Pyre,
The Great Hands of whomever You gave your Soul out To,
Shall Hold you in the lands of Forever-Eden
They Shall wrap your Thrashing Soul Fibers
and keep them Calm 
and when Another Life Returns,
You will carry out on an endless Sea,
Past the gates,As they Watch,
Into the new Era of Beginnings.

Off the Beautiful Comet Bird,Fly.

Who am I?
That which is Made?
The Birds come and Say,
She is the Queen.
Who is my Watcher
So I am duly Hers.


When this Life departs
and leaves me Cast
I shall cross the Lines,where Gods and Lady-hawks have
and She shall hold my soul close in 'ere heart.


I Fly as my Comet Bird So,
Through Brush and Wildflower,
I fly as my Wings too burn,
Soul,Afire,like whipping grass tails,
I shall Return
I shall Return...


They Whisper............

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

(past) When Shall I Resume?

The world comes and goes,
a world of  Lazarus and Jesus,
and Michelangelo,
The unseen shadow that dwells,
in the consciousness that fell,
to the broken and down...
a host?

The crawling sick that heals,
to the body that shouldn't feel,
but leaves a scar,
that meals upon the flesh,
and becomes it.
Becomes the mouth that talks,
and the bound legs that walk,
but halt,
It changes back and forth,
but lets it believe,
at fault...

The world comes and burns,
to a world of  "Sparrow" and "Poe"
and thine old "Lucifer"...

So now the shadow has risen,
taken over and has been,
waiting to see the next kin,to fall into his abyss...
Now this scar has become a disease,
mealing upon your soul to bleed,
eating your sanity up,
like fleas...

But the world comes and goes...
you see?

The Moon's Days to the Dying Phase

Evil is the Dead Moon,
Waxing is,as She moves,
Crescent is the Waning One,
Third thee comes,Last half shone.


Gibbous is the Waning Dark Sliver,
Full is of its Power,The next,
As Waxing Gibbous Wivers,
First is the One, A Half shining Hex,
And then the Next,and then the Next.....

Sunday, September 18, 2011

What has it Come to Be?

Oh! I have seen the likes of her,
Always so full of mourn,
Like a Pool of Sadness.
And every once or so,


She would Drown herself in it.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

A Tribute

A Tribute to She
A Tribute to He
A Ritual That Which May Be
A Tribute to Thee

...

Set the Sky Aflame
And Let it Rain down
Atop the Lands where none can Reach
I cast the Fire and call it Flame

Set the Lands Aflood
and let it Wash over all
Till this Orb can hold no More
I cast the Waters and let it Flow

Let it Flow, Let it Flow
...

I take the Lands and Take the Air
I cast the Flame and call it Fire
...

Outside 4.5

I look at Nothing Beyond the Trees,


Nothing is all my Eyes can See,


But the Wind, billows, feels, and speaks,


and Tells Me,there is Indeed something,

Something, Coming.

Outside 3

My Voice is Charred like the Burning Log,

Shout I cannot Do no More,

Wading through the Expired Life of Fog,

I fall in,till Arms carry Me to Shore.

Outside 2

The Beginning sees the End,

And runs far from It,

The End see the Start,

And knows no Fear...

Outside 1

I look between the Trees,

and I See Nothing,

I hear all the Unnecessary Sounds,

Sounds which do not Belong...

The Trees,the Bees,and Me

I ran to the Trees,and They LEFT ME,
I fell to the Grounds,and it too,Withered away,
I see the Flies, a'buzzing,
and they all crawl to ME....


As I ran from the growing Gap,
It FOLLOWED ME,
I ran to the Shadows,
and Ah! they a'laughed and LAUGHED at thee


I fell to my knees and she Held me,
Held me, Held me, HOLD me
but, Oh!
Funny how the Darkness is always,
always Welcoming,

If it had a mouth,it too would have spoken....

If I could light a Match to Fate,I would,
I would let her Burn afire,as I sat and stood,
And all that was held, In her firm grasp,
would slowly burn away, 
and my Future turn to 
Ash.