albion mist
clouds my heart.
I cannot hear the drums.
the might of my fathers washed
away in the myth of history.
I cannot feel the drums.
empty children, wandering
without soul, eternally seeking,
try to guide me through their hell.
they have never heard
the sound of the drums.
they cannot know
the sound of the drums.
the sound of the drums
that will take me home.
the sound of the drums
that can take us home.
Category: Lucifer
The Stranger
home beckons
from distant
and
strange lands.
wild places lost
to memory,
or clouded in dream.
but nowhere
ever,
does he hear his name.
natural beauty
come, and
let us warm
this hearth with
the remnants of our story,
humble in the glory
of what was never to be.
never enough
savage
ravishing
left unchecked,
her beauties swarm over
me.
drowning in ecstasy,
a yearning
grows,
whet by pleasure.
twilight closes-
we touch infinity,
and so we bid,
farewell.
slumber
deep
dark
magic
flows
swift
between
words unspoken.
words
whispered
in
dreams of remembering.
words
sung
to
rhythms long lost.
words
buried
beneath
stone and river.
words claimed
by
souls damned.
the night screams
joy, as we awaken
to her call,
so
come and
dance
with us,
naked
& free.
come my children,
let us burn eternal,
fuck the world and
set our magic free
Skein of Fear
be you twisted
up tightly
(with Fate's knots loosely undone),
or soaring
swiftly away
from your golden reward,
love's failing exacts a price
too heavy
to bear alone.
changing lanes
long have i waited
for opportunity's spiked embrace,
as portents of struggle
flooded my soul
with a patient kind of love.
and fear arrived to nest in my heart.
fear stilled these capable limbs.
fear stilled all hope,
leaving
me
in a broken moment,
until fear stilled my fear.
and so I am here
now, fearless
& alone,
wrapped in this cloak of destiny.
i am free: a poem for patriots
i am free
so fuck you.
don't try to tell me,
or my sisters
what to do.
i am free
so fuck you.
No matter
the number of bullets,
our march continues.
i am free
so fuck you
your fear based politics
lubricate
shriveled up lies
that soon will be due.
i am free
so fuck you.
Happy Fourth of July Mother Lovers.
(but fuck you)
cracks
there are cracks
in the cradle of your soul,
but you are not broken.
though
some rivulets of
feeling spill
over,
you remain
whole.
so come,
with all your scarred perfection,
and let us explore
a fractured past,
tell tales,
and share a kiss that will last
for eternity.
let us polish these cracks
with love's wild caress.
creeping phoenix
sun slashed brow
and summer's
sweet promise
breathe fire
into this somnolent soul.
what joys and
treasures await a
true awakening?
you may
never
know.
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