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A Heavy HeartThere was a silence;
Beyond the stars
Into the grey.
Sky, absent of dark,
Upon a path
That led no way,
But feet tread weary
Which cast shadows
Masking a hole.
With no end in sight,
Beyond the stars
Into the soul.
EnchantedA golden apple tang
Heralds summer's brightest fire
But I prefer to amble in
In the darkest corners
There are no haunted whispers
And only caramel shadows
Transfer daylight's memories
For unto me the stars
Snapping leaves leading moonlight
Are not my coldest lonely hour
But a renewal of soul
Other FishThere are other fish
In the sea, but none of them
Is the fish for me.
I've cast a long wish
Over tree, branching stream's stem,
Bait from creek shady.
Lure will flick and swish
With some glee, and stratagem
Hooks fishing trophy.
So those other fish
In the sea, compare not them
To my fish in stream.
StandI was a monument
Upon a sherbet horizon,
Pooled like oil
On pocked granite cheeks.
MollyMayhap she sports a biting smile
Or barks warning with lively style
Long and far she will wander in
Lope grassy paths to find therein
Your pride brought to safety's isle
Night TerrorsI danced in the dark
With a night owl's screams
And mosquito dreams,
And then when I fell
Where nobody's arms
Would latch onto me,
Down upon my knees,
I felt Moonlight's beams
Cut like diamonds.
On the Run (writing practice/teaser)I wasn't really looking for a fight that afternoon. I'm a semi-professional amateur acquisitions agent. That's a really nice way of saying I steal things for a living and sometimes I even get paid for it. This was supposed to be a quick in-and-out job that would have left me enough time to go get a manicure and maybe hit the Godiva store at the mall for my monthly free truffle. Instead, I now had two broken nails and was running down an litter-strewn alley at full tilt. Behind me, there was a lot of cursing and growling which probably had something to do with the trash cans I had just heaved at my pursuers. I chanced a quick look back and didn't like what I saw. Two weres had grown to four and they were hurdling the cans like track stars at the Olympics.
"Bad news, Amira, you're about to hit a wall, a brick one specifically."
I scowled at the tiny dragonling. Rox was only the size of my longest finger with fluttery leathery wings dusted with fine fur. He was currently spor
Caught"Will you catch me?"
She, too far hooked on the dark,
Shattered stardust glittering,
Oh, her finest whiskey smile,
A tawny constellation.
"Please fall with me."
He, flaring winsome too bright,
Heaven's starlight exploding,
Oh, his sweetest brewing laugh,
"We're alone now."
They, blind persistent stumbling,
Drenched in silky oaken spice,
Oh, their spirited iced rocks,
Reaching away from cosmos.
to the powers of secrecythe silhouette suggests
a whiff of
chloroform or dior;
could still be black;
taste of power
is in the wound
still fresh but-hidden;
this wellspring is eternal,
deepening the curves
& shadowing the sheets;
you into undressing;
there isn’t much; a fine mixture of
fly high sharpie flagthis was supposed to be a filling-out
-the-tax-form kind of poem.
the end of travelling and the beginning of commuting.
gluing wings back onto dead gadflies,
a backwards rendition of childhood.
now you will stick beak to broomstick,
carve ships out of plastic bottles,
catalogue your little deaths.
but you won’t get there.
how, oversized &
wrapped in plastic bags? first it’s
“mother when i’m separatist
mother when i’m lobachevsky,” then
vsop, still no wisdom (hopeso,)
and let it scream.
and leave it on a tombstone like a scarecrow christ in rio:
"how could anyone be
Island BluesBarren rocks embraced by blue
Towering in salty storm
Take me home with ocean winds
Make me one with you
Vacate! And disentangle
from the old familiar shadow-works,
from slim Siamese deflecting light,
from facets miring in our clock-face
from the tribal hum of sheetrock,
recurrent trumpets maddening
our corners of the cosmic cog.
Separation is the rite of birth,
discovery and flight!
Head north and west, for higher sky
and find a porthole, red summer stone
where winds will rush through the fleshmaker’s mouth
slowing our feral, atomic brume
to the comfortable gait of gravitons
dangling just beneath our soles
in the Garden of the Gods.
What if GodWhat if God…
…cares about what you care about?
…was proud of your every achievement?
…actually wanted to thank you?
…is excited for you?
…believes in you?
...keeps His end of the deal even when you don’t?
…sympathizes with you?
…is on your side every time, whether you’re right or wrong?
…encourages your crazy goals that others say are stupid?
…is your biggest fan?
…is still rooting for you?
…won’t forget you, even long after you die?
…understands you better than your own parents?
…loves you more than your own partner does?
…loves you more than you love yourself?
What if God was everything we are looking for in other people, and ten times that?
Would we approach Him then?
Prayer to Wodenwisdom, guile and ecstasy
these things I pray You give to me
poet’s share – sweet Mead from Heaven
another drink of inspiration
Runes are cut from ancient trees
sigils, signs now come with ease
flowing blood and gushing soul
we move along in Frija’s web
the God will teach
as the Goddess shapes us
a union born of polarity
blessed hearthfire’s duality
Wōden, Wotan; Father God
I seek craft and witching words
teach me gifts of sweet seduction
and so catharsis of noble Will
Lord of Gallows, wandering bard
countless dead and so reborn
bring me now to wit’s sweet end
and teach me how to walk again
ending, ending, never-ending
it has no start to take away
born in Aegis, shaped by Aeons
given wit by Odin’s brethren
oh my soul, my life, my mind
I pledge them all to wisdom’s God
to seek and eke, to strive and conquer
and so to rise above the mindful now
I will seek the Overman
the promise of sweet Wisdom throned
a life beyond the bold horizon
Holy TrinityThe solidness of beginning
An eternity of summers
A sweet delicious immortality
A sparkling rivulet entering a meadow brook
Life giving rushing river to oceans of jumping fish and cresting giants
Flashing wet in the sun
Sunlight warm on us all
The molecules of time drifting apart
Gently seeing through those things that were solid
Spaces big enough to walk through
Ending in mist, asking: Why?
Prayer to OstaraOstara rising in yonder field
She hearkens to our Mother Sun
tearing back the veil of Night now
to bring the Year up to Her peak
She turns the Wheel and sets the harvest
to bring in bounty and community
do not despise my deep petition
to bring us back to hearth again.
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