A wickedness I can’t ignore

A wickedness I can’t ignore…

Wicked spirit calling me,
Evil deeds that I endure;
Desirous…. and more.

I, a wind blowing free,
A cyclone of symphonic energy;
Exorcists waiting at my door.

Who can stop my cavalry?
Fine tuned horses run to war;
Saddle up… if you are sure.

Passionate flames flowing free,
Burning all that touches me;
You’ll leave me only wanting more.

Wicked, wicked, wicked… three
Scratches and your back is torn;
Three and then you hit the floor.

Three and only three, no more.

A wickedness I can’t ignore…..

the Light Inside

The sun shines, the clock moves,
The rooster in the morning dew–
Its inspiration coming thru’.
Our forebears sing to us on high,
In lofty mountains, genius lies;
A muse’s song to open minds.
 
Wise Masters! beyond control,
Flashing visions within my soul–
A Luminous beauty to behold!
You extend your arms to me;
Through rollings rivers and open sea;
Within your darkness,  my light is freed.
 
So unto you, I sing my praise,
I long to join you on the moon,
I reach for you in every way…
And always find you, late and soon.
 
You who are my greatest muse!

Dreams

Slow, deliberate dream sea; washes over
Life’s impurity.  Emotion’s fury!
Take hold and sink slow!  This line in between
The truth we see and the truth we know;
Well beneath the mind, the emotions flow.

Great tempest of honesty, whose waters–
Ushering the journey to the inside,
Are open wide; in this dream sea we stow.
A lit’ral bride to things already known,
But from which we hide from our own true mind.

What we see, a separate truth in dream;
Stronger still, our own desire to know
The truth that lies beneath our own disguise.
So in the dark of night, our self takes flight,
Sinking slow in dream waters we all go.

Emotions captive!  Lay back and low,
Float among those things we’re afraid to know.
Dream’s tale is long and deliberately slow,
So slowly go; And dream’s sweet truth’ll be shown.
Sea of dreams- through your dream sea we grow.

What was old is new again (on Truth and Art)

What was old is new again;
The end, we all consume.
Just as night finds us, he’ll find you too!
So beneath day’s moon be true.

Listen with eyes open!
With the eyes you were given to hear;
From wanton need be free, to see,
Life’s flowers growing near.

The scarecrow stands and watches,
With no desires to be fed;
With little need for things, indeed;
‘Cept the sun and moon’s sweet bed.

Standing guard in a field of grain,
While autumn’s wind blows by;
His steady eyes stay focused still-
On the waning golden sky.

As should we, you and I!

Because All of it is nothing…
All of it Nothing at All!
Open your heart to beauty,
And into beauty, may you fall!

Ode to Hate

Ode to Hate

Oh Boil and Bubble!  Your black ooze,
It Covers me, troubles me,
Witches brew, smothers me;
Dark potion doubles my feelings for you-
This witch’s brew.

Green liquid, I drank you
I can no longer supplant you
Obey your dark orders, I do!
I have no other feelings but you-
This witch’s brew.

Cauldron of darkness! I worship
Your starkness, I hold nothing left
That is true;
Pain and lies and pesticide-
This horrible witch’s brew.

Oh! That I could return
To before, my covenant with you!

Ode to Guilt

ODE TO GUILT

Your melancholy song in my head
And on my soul, Of things
once said and truth untold;
Mournful tunes upon my breast
Haunt my waking day and nightly rest.

Since my youth, you’ve suckled me
Held me close, vampirically;
My dark sun!  Old friend of none!
Mother of my sorrow–
You nurture the dusk of tomorrow.

Oh Guilt! Dark pleasure!
Black candle in the joy of life;
Your dark light runs thru my veins.
Dear friend, only you remain;
On the coldest days, the warmth you feign.

How close you hold my secret pain!

Constant are you who stay with me
And hold those bonds
That keep me from free;
Heavy shadow on my steps,
In your darkness, I reflect.

Longtime friend, your roots run deep
In your branches my secrets keep
In your leaves, my sorrow flows
In your bark my darkness grows
Trapped inside you, is my soul.

For Madmen Only!

For Madmen Only!

Solitary Man!  Where is your pride?
Lost between two worlds, No one can find.

Inspired Wolf of the Steppes, Caged and tied;
Clawing your way out, to the other side.

Duality of Nature, Succulent and divine,
On two legs- with four inside.

Lonesome and wretched, No where to hide
Human Nature’s…. horrified

Between the sun and the stars You reside;
In constant conflict with your other mind

Miserable being! Pay heed to this Sign;
Red blinking warmth- Calling you inside

For Madmen Only– Only We should apply,
Join us and run, and Peace you should find.

Dark night’s bright light calls us, we bay and obey
Between the two worlds, solitarily stay.

Throw off your blessings, and rip off your claws
That’s how you find us, Madmen All!