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Feathered
Such feathered things The winged sings This ancient wisdom and All it brings To cut the skies And claim the prize To give it all Without surprise A birdlike grace And sentient face The angels fall To be replaced Such … Continue reading
Abraxas
I’ve been talking with Abraxas He confuses what is true He is balance, one part darkness One part sunlight is his view I’ve been asking him some questions All the mysteries I hold He’s enigma, he’s enjoyment He is warmth … Continue reading
Posted in Air, Poetry
Tagged Abraxas, alchemy, ancient gods, belief, choice, demons, duality, Philosophy, religion, Spirituality
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Demons
Battling my demons They hide In crevices in my mind Like memories I inconveniently find Too quickly to avert my gaze They’re there Dark silhouettes they dance A strange syncopation To remind me Of their origins and station In my … Continue reading
Complete Abandon – for Prompt 18 – Losing Control
Always the veritable picture of reserve I spent my days waiting for a god to fall from heaven or rise from hell and take me home, though long ago I’d found no path or road would lead me to a … Continue reading
Tigers Rule The World – for Prompt 15 Childhood Dreams
The lawn of our backyard Was the expanse of Africa The white suburban fencing Could not quell the conqueror A tiny mouth could roar With operatic intensity As I surveyed my kingdom Such was my propensity I spoke with angels, … Continue reading
Unholy Alliance
If and when and maybe Here’s the schemes that can be Disturbing now the trinity Where one plus two is not three Three times three can be One See the demons have fun Here a daughter, here a son Sacred … Continue reading
Unconnected Haiku
Wrapped up in this warmth created; autumn leapfrogs summer’s true decline Shadow puppets sway Children’s faces pressed against Store windows at night Lovers’ fingers can’t touch; no passion can be found here between their graves Supernatural foe barred; circle symbols … Continue reading