Most people lost in trance,
No moral No virtue, none taking stance,
Corporations, profiling the masses for profit,
Wisdom, a lost art, never a conversation topic,

Most people  lost in trance,
Thinking, intellect seems active...  but at glance,
The masses follow but a single or many devils dance,
Compassion forbidden, ignorance in forever expanse.

Wickedness spreading even in a happy song,
The Path of Ancients, forgotten, what has gone wrong?
Spirituality always seen as an unscientific farce,
A pure state of consciousness, truly: a lost Art.

As a the masses defile, few seek purity,
All with masks on, fearing true reality,
Fools fooling fools, a vicious cycle,
Kings and pawns, dreaming of power and titles.

Lost in trance, for others amusement,
Greed seekers doing even the devil's recruitment,
Pollutants in all, mind, heart and body,
Lost in trance, devoid of potentiality.

A few fools, feeding on ignorance for money,
Truly, lost in trance, a lost humanity.

If speech is bold then silence is gold,
the heart stays young yet the mind stay old,
whispering chants destroy the walls of our world - this prison,
even in Cold or Heated Hell. Whispers of Wisdom.

At war, after war; all but hell burned to dust,
Would survival depend, let us not pretend, on friends you can trust
Destroying dark demons of old; for all must
A battlefield for whispering angels, and devils of wartime lust.

Minds Anchored, Hearts plenty, yet no hesitation
To choose to alter course to develop potential,
Light and dark; never apart, both passive and active
Whispers of Wisdom reach us, whenever; whatever we practice.

Despite the rising and falling tides,
Despite the news that constantly divides,
Despite each moment, where lives are lost,
Despite each moment where lines are crossed,

Despite living in a world which seems like hell,
Trust be told and evil forever dispelled,
Within us deep, from head to feet,
Exists a being of beauty, for now, asleep.

A Pulse of life in the center of it all,
Love and Wisdom can breach any wall,
Live for others you find but inaction,
Live for yourself: eternal potential and passion,

Despite most living not for giving,
Despite the hell that we are all bringing,
Despite the Universe's lack of action and reaction,
Life is what you make of it, your energy has attraction.

Live your life, but be clear,
Perceptive and wise, but not too austere,
Simply put, you are that truth, truth in the making,
Don't wait for the rest; until they awaken.

Some might call it Karma
         And for some it could be Fate
          Or perhaps a Poison Apple
        that you didn't know you'd ate

             It could be I used Magic
           and I cast a few Dark Spells
          and perhaps a Poison Potion
          or a Demon Curse from Hell

          I might have asked a Genie
           in a bottle for his wishes
         or asked a nasty Witch to help
           with pretend Princess kisses

I could have summoned Moaning Ghouls
      who'll haunt you in your sleep
      or coaxed a Vampire from his lair
              to bite you really deep

           While all this could be true
              as Fairy Tales might seem
               but trust me when I say
            this nightmare's not a dream

              You're feeling really bad
              your life is such a mess
            I slaughtered you with ink
            that is laid upon your chest

             My words they still linger
         like the banshees in your head
           to haunt your every thought
         with the sweat that fills your bed

             Her names Poetic Justice
                her poison is my pen
          and you might be quite terrified
               while I am feeling Zen

           Of course you know that she
         is best when she's served cold
          to keep you all the company
            you need when you are old

        Now your life is crumbling down
         from wicked lies that past those lips

               It wasn't even a challenge
                      for these poetic
                        ....    fingertips

Cherie Nolan © All Rights Reserved 2016

Dark chains - bind us all,
tied to another, look at the wall
drawing & symbol' on this wall seem true,
Is no reality for me - nor for you

Said Chain cannot be broken
Nor can it's locks be ever open,
For this cave - Love is of no avail,
One speaks of truth - to be justly impaled?

"For one can only speak of blunder
cries of pain turned rain from thunder
a path or spell, trapped in or under
primed a task to a dictated hunter
to curse, to maim, to harm one other;
If one should speak of love or compassion
Not wealth nor example but positive action
If One speaks of truth, or of which; but a fraction,
It will be viewed as a wrong, as an abstraction."

For the crowd boasts one happy hell,
for the fallen, as it is - there is nothing new to tell
All is squalid, unheard of pretend - my friend
garbage cans to propaganded pineal glands
wedding bands to the holy soldier with no hands,
or to walk alter aisles with knees lost and dammed,
some horses better left unsaddled -
condemned to capers of deserts untraveled

A frozen thistle - thought to be in re-bloom
a hidden aged wonder in my evil dark room

Reflections invisible, O self, eternal, rising forever high,
Wings of Justice, Wings of Darkness, in ether, forever fly,
At any age at any stage,if Kindness is our roots, Heaven's our Ally.
Light in-divisible, seeing both just and evil, forever reflecting in the sky,

Time forever passing, Eternity contain both truths and lies,
Evil time shared, Of all truth beware: Illumined Minds cry,
For a Caring Heaven, Watching all men. A Mighty Mirror in the sky,

reflective and cool, all men were once fools, yet successful when they try,
Be yourself, Love yourself till death, enlightenment comes in time...

someone dies, A Soaring flame, now becoming wise,
an image imprinted, now in the Mighty mirror ...
forever watching from the sky.

The Orions, mysterious forces who contacts the witch,
When She is ready to be sworn,
In secret they teach Her how much the soul is rich,
Some think they're are Goddesses, Spirits or even Norn,

She studies all truths in secret,
Energy is always knowledge,
But due to humanity's key weakness,
Their own Truth, Potential, they can't acknowledge!

She studies Magik and Spirituality,
Nothing more commoners hate: a shining light,
Knowing witches didn't win often in history,
Alone She stands, alone She became bright.

Yet one day The Orions appear,
For the Witch is now ready,
She becomes Wise, all fears disappear,
The Illumined path she travels; Perceptive and Steady.

Truly when you are truly yourself,
You see life's true beauty,
And the Witch is forever blessed,
One day...
She will join the Orions, Becoming A Witch for Eternity