Thomas Hatchett
Thomas Hatchett
1 hour ago

I found a coven in the woods
Amongst an oaken forest glen
There hidden, witches of gaian blessings
Gained possession of my devoted gaze

A Pair of Muses
One, of the forest
One, of the sea
Both earth and fire
Equally, in opposition and in sway

Their incantations softly chanted in a tongue to me unknown and I listened quietly entranced, between them
In the glow of their cauldron, burning low

She of the forest was playful though secretive, if in a room but one could share.
Among Her herbs and powders and potions in preperation, and prepared.
She spoke in riddles and in parable, and in body and in stares.

Her Tarot readings,
pure mysticism
So profound it startles the soul.
And in her eyes, sweet innocence reflected,
Though really none resides,
But rather strange intoxicating knowledge of the rare and deepest old
Of the world and it's great secrets.
What its darkest reaches hold

    Then I draw
    The Mermaid lounging

She of the sea was a shimmering spectre
Floating against the stars

She was Waves
of aquamarine
Blue Green Irridescent
Obscure and reticent
Behind her ever pulsing shade

Camaflouged by her surroundings
This piscian muse lingered
In the titan Gilded mother pearl
of Persephone's chariot Throne
And cast her stare, it's hypnotism
of an order beyond compare.
Her shine of love no man could know
And No man ever remembers
One cannot resist her lair

An aquarian cavern
A haven of calm
Respite and solitude
It's lotus blossom heart
Of Glowing embers
Glimmering refractions from above
of the waning of the day
Cast in shadow upon the ceiling.

The ocean breeze sings soft and sweetly, casting mist into the air, and a siren's song disrupts me ever suddenly
She washes over me,

Her seven signs she showed me fairly
Though I misread the misted stars.
In her atmosphere I did relinquish this mortal coil into the haze,
And disappeared completely
for a couple of moments,
Or Perhaps hours.
Perhaps days.

And as abruptly as rushing water to the somnambulists face
I awaken,
alone and dreary
Bleary eyed and confused
amid my own disheveled cave

And where they've gone I cannot know
For I would follow until the days
Turned ever into nights amongst the forest and the waves

Brandon Harmon
Brandon Harmon
4 days ago

{Set I: Brandon}
Have you ever fell apart?
She told me that I wasn't enough
Then she left me with a broken heart
She fooled me twice and it was all my fault
She cut too deep and she left me scarred
There's too many thoughts skating across my brain
I used every kind of Bleach to get rid of your stain
Your actions drained my body and soul
Life is a drink that keeps pouring, so I'm not null
In my story, one person kill-joyed the streak
Crystalia breathed life into me
She opened my crusted eyes so I could see
She deserves the universe, but I am just a star
She's that Northern Star that can be way too far
I have never been so caught off guard
I have never caught feelings this hard
The collision is harder than a Fireball that I drunk
With its flames burning my sails as I sunk
She used Nature's heart to piece together my puzzle
We've swam through Hell and I need to hustle

This is a dedication poem to a certain somebody who was there for me when I really needed comfort and support. Those two things will take you a long way. Never forget the genuine.
Jan 19

We are water.
We are fluid,
and bending.
We move with the ebbing tide,
and embrace the seas of change.
We are ruled,
by the rhythm
of a crying moon.
We are dependent
on her love
to lead us back
from deeper waters,
to lead us back to shore,
to lead us back to you.

For Cancerian Souls
Dec 7, 2016

Little do you know, how beautiful you are.
Your eyes are the stars in the sky that is only mine,
You take me to my moon with each glance.

Little do you know, how beautiful you are.
Your voice is the first song I've ever listened to,
You lift me up into my own heaven.

Little do you know, how beautiful you are.
You make my Christmas feel like the only Christmas,
You let me dress in all my favorite hues.

Little do you know, how beautiful you are.
Your fingers touch my planets in all the right directions,
You create a painting on my lips with yours.

Little do they know, how good you are.
They do not wish me with you,
They believe you got rid of my sunshine.

Little do they know, how wrong they are.
You make my days darker, but my stars brighter,
You are my night, you are my universe.

Little do you know, how beautiful you are.
All my stars are every atom on your body,
And I wish to drench myself in it.

Lunar Love
Lunar Love
Oct 18, 2016

i formed constellations on your face
with every point that my lips touched
and i ended with your eyelids
which opened up to me
and i saw the stars

so i came to realize
that neither astronomy or astrology
can explain how much i love you
i held the entire universe
when i held you close in my arms

this is one of my favorites from the Pocketry Series. it started with the "kissing eyelids are cute" kind of idea, and it flowed from there. i always try to look for the stars in everyone's eyes.

8/13 of the Pocketry Series.
Sep 5, 2016

your stars hung in pairs against the
accustomed singularity of celestial bodies
your stars held the promise of enlightenment
and i sought you the way kings did
hunting you down in the endeavor of navigation
pinned down and bloody until
man left the stars for devices of their own
and when the stars followed humanity
stardust resurrecting in the arrangement of atoms
constellations manifesting in wombs
nebulae shattering for the genesis
the universe destroyed itself for you

oh gemini boy

the cosmos are not kind
to boys who are destined to be halves
on an eternal voyage for missing fragments
in a lover's touch and a child's laugh
the world is not kind
to boys who look into your eyes
and only see their reflection
but you were kind to me

oh gemini boy

this is an apology
to a mortal born from the immortality
of twins whose love bore the gods' mercy
to rest among the stars
not knowing that stars die just as
the children born from them do
just as you

oh gemini boy

maybe i should have known better than
to love a boy always searching for himself
i mistook you for a cosmic collision
meant for the dawn of a new heaven
and maybe i fell in love with your destruction
as i navigated you the way ancients looked
to your stars for salvation

oh gemini boy

my stars hang in the silhouette of the unknown
isolated from the promise of deliverance
man was once told
we are born from different stars
our fates moving in parallel precision
never meeting again after our stardust
once laid prints upon our astral anatomy
and because we are not stars
but the echoes of seraphic wars
meant to traverse desolate lands
in search for completion

oh gemini boy

i forgive you
you just wanted to be whole

wrote this a long time ago, geminis are oddly inspiring muses.
David John Mowers
David John Mowers
Aug 27, 2016

The Night Ten to the crescent way,
                   and I'm followin' followin'

Pieces of, -the night or a day,
                 still followin' and followin'

On the Line yeah the sailor's say,
                  Luna come, followin' followin'

And ye-e-eah, ye-e-eah, YEAH! -we're watchin' WATCHIN' -watching every day!

The Night Ten to the crescent way,
                   and I'm followin' followin'

Pieces of, -the night or a day,
                 still followin' and followin'

On the Line yeah the sailor's say,
                  Luna come, followin' followin'


The Night Ten to the crescent way,
                   and I'm followin' followin'

Pieces of, -the night or a day,
                 still followin' and followin'

On the Line yeah the sailor's say,
                  Luna come, followin' followin'

                  -play like Mr. Shade!

Aug 24, 2016

18th August

You see me floating over the water, over your home at the lake bed.
Your eyes are closed but I know you can sense me in your slumber.

I’ll be honest with you, as I always am, I always was honest.
I just wanted to know.
I wanted to know why you dirty everything you come across.
Why does everything you touch fuse to you until it begins to rust and rot and fall apart?
Why do the plants you touch wither and die? What poison was scrubbed over your skin at birth that caused you to be the embodiment's of misery and death and suffering?

I know you want to love. I can feel the wanting leaking out of you
like sunbeams. I know the warmth in your heart, but I know also
that it is chained and locked inside and your flesh is frozen metal with poison spikes and anger that hurts like the plague.

I’m leaving in the morning; I’ll be back at night.
I’ll find a way to heal you
and you can give birth to life.

#love   #moon   #honesty   #astrology   #cycle   #aquarius   #lunar   #fullmoon   #sturgeon  
Aug 19, 2016

Faint chants––
   of prayers––
      long    suppressed.

we give birth to the idea of gods' existence when we feel helpless.

When the Computer ain't workin',
I don't even know
What the Astrologer has to say.
If the Computer ain't workin',
I try to listen to National Public Radio to get the News,
But it all seems like Propaganda to me.
I don't know if the bias
Is Liberal or Conservative,
But I can't just swallow
A Singular Point of View.

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