I see a golden autumn landscape.
All that remains is the black sun.
Its light extinguished, yet it illuminates the land with luscious fullness.
Withered leaves trickle down like golden rain, falling in deep devotion.
The gold-veiled goddess, her face black as shadow, proclaims the prayer of abomination —
that which remains beyond spirit,
eternal lust,
the driving force of all being.
She who walks the forbidden lands of knowing.
Who has ever touched her mystery?
Who has dared to see her fully?
Who has dared to praise her divinity?
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 4:10 PM UTC
How thou art fallen, in darkness torn
That hath bound thee in endless mourn
Feelest how the moon drowns in sea
A song of vengeance, tenderly
Thou art in silence wearing souls
A sullen night where lone bells toll
Thy sorrow draped in veils so dark
Yet speaks wisdom as its art
Seek, o seek the path in dream,
As a dawn comes to redeem.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
Selene, Sirena,
O’ listen the winds,
Behold, faint hisses,
Meaningful hints.
Selene, Sirena
O’ listen with care,
What’s veiled in currents,
T’s Great Mother’s share.
Selene, Sirena
Wisdom’s in the wild,
Found lost in senses
By the eternal child.
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
Long ago burst in flames
Tortured for alleged blames
****** in pain 'the devil’s witch'
A folk in laughter at her final twitch.
Malicious with lacerating mows
Devoting themselves to diabolic vows.
A loving sacrifice of precious coal
For leaving a wound - tremendous -
In her immortal soul.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
Darling bright, o’ earthly child,
I see thy mind a burden wild.
This day, certes, thee did thy best,
Wherefore t's time to take a rest.
Each day the sun breaks a new dawn.
We’re all in some way reborn.
Darling bright, o’ earthly child,
Take here my blessings for the night.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC
night falls tenderly,
tear by tear,
one with the rain.
nowhere to go ––––––
tears keep falling,
falling
as the rain keeps dripping,
dripping
down the spine.
nowhere to go.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
Silence
O' which seals from me
The torment of thy thoughts –
Thoughts not meant to enter me
But sensed in mists of spheres.
In solitude
I'm dwelling hence
For'a hermit doth not lure the cold –
The thrusting cold o'that which
Is plaguing the foresaken.
Solitude, then to me
Is to radiate that ease –
That ease swaning circular and gracefully
on the calms of the Hydriads' waters.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC