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Candle, candle, burning bright
in this vast and dusky church tonight.
In its shimmering light I see
few fellow faithful kneel near to me.
Our chant is soft and barely heard
above this fallen world’s absurd
descent into a tyrant’s wrath.
Like those before, await his aftermath.
Therefore we must keep this flame alive
so that hope and charity still survive
‘til the fickle follies of sundown times
end again and new dawn shines.
Keeping perspective even after an absolutely awful week of news.
Hope can never be hopeless
Just like you can never be homeless
Just like you can never not progress
Or just like you can never be loveless
Or heartless or mindless or worthless or soulless
For you are my home, and if you're something,

You're endless.

_M.
You're so worthy just as you are. Whoever it is that is reading this. So no need to try to prove your worth. Just live as you are. Love you.
Novaero Nov 7
As I dwell within His vicinity
in search for Cleopatra's stone
His angels rise at the complexity
of the presence that dwells within

Wondering, lost in Labyrinth's embrace
I, at last, have the glimpse of hope, a distant light
As I drenched my soul in His blood to see Your face
Finally, the upper hand, I have within the fight

Inhumane, the nature that dwells within my psychology
along with tenacious entities, calibrating
as to describe the extremity of the Torturous self-tyranny
I place the pen on the table and let You do the narrating

Your grace, I can say, has spoken enough
Whispers in the dark, unseen and unheard
Strategic in battle like the argent chough
sufficient damage incurred
XI.VII.MMIII. Let us delve into a personal journey of spiritual exploration and internal conflict, exploring themes of divine intervention, self-discovery and the struggle between good and evil.
Sometimes she's here ,
sometimes she's there ,
sometimes she's high above
or radiant in mystic prayer .

Singing to the trees
or dancing under stars ,
running through an everglade
when Venus conjunct Mars .

She knows the path
of Truth and Light .
Her spirit guides
transcend the Night .

The Empress heart soothes
wounded from neglect .
She is Skadi , Shakti ,
Artemis and Bastet .
Gerry Sykes Nov 4
As the solution cools
the molecules slow their stochastic dance
and the liquid is less able
to keep the substance dissolved.

As a threshold is crossed
the power of solution fails
and atom by atom
molecule by molecule
the substance crystallizes
plane by plane
layer by layer
the form of the substance
gives rise to a growing crystal
revealing in its structure
the nature of itself.
Agèd lady sits,
holding her silver and gold —
Anne, Mary, the Son

Anne’s daughter’s the moon,
sits on the throne of wisdom —
crowned in golden stars

Moon begets the Son
who’s fathered by breath of flame —
Both pierced by a spear

Two women, one son —
A motherly trinity
that shines in splendor
Four haikus inspired by a gilded wooden carving of the «Anna Selbdritt», a medieval portrayal of St. Anne (****** and Child with Saint Anne), mother of Mary, together with her grandson, Jesus; both Mary and Jesus are shown as children.
Enshrined vessel corporeal ,
the numberless strands
of infinite time ,
kaleidoscope persona of
Nature , Temperance and Psyche .

With serene countenance ,
in sweet golden light ,
the codes of the Goddess ,
Queen of Cups
and Queen of Swords .

With transforming Geometry
of Justice and
Compassion ,
the unseen ancient force
of her terrible power ,
far beyond base contemplation ,

Rains down the verdict
on dishonour and strife ,
elevating the
transcended ,
while relegating all else
to Beelzebub , earthbound
and gehenna .
amrutha Nov 1
there's a small setback
my backpack is weighing me down
let me stop by an inn
and dance on my heels

this fever won't keep me for long
the innkeeper is a kind woman
she tells me she's my mother
and feeds me warm rice

I wait for the days my love feels
as natural to me as my writing does
no second thoughts
no need to edit
only momentary pauses
when I feel watchful eyes on me
when I'm performing for the invisible
men and women in my room

The ****** is in sight
and it's blinding like the sun
let's leave on foot
before nightfall
Forty-seven , silver moon eclipse ,
Fifty , tin , Jupiter announced
and seventy-nine golden dragons
of Beauty , Sound and Light .

The Logos dreams , and at
the farthest reaches of the universe ,
faint echoes of the first thought
shimmer and dance across the galaxies .

While in hallowed deep seclusion ,
the Magician divines his way ,
Valley of the Shadow of Self ,
transform base metal into
gold .
Gerry Sykes Oct 29
The fly,
drawn by its addiction
to sweetness,
enters the pitcher plant.
Tired and drugged,
slipping on downward
pointing hairs
it falls into
the digestive juices
that dissolve its goodness
leaving only
its hard
chitin
skeleton.
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