#mysticseries - Hello Poetry

Toting the mysterious bundle and sporting a sore back I drag my feet up the last few steps, expended of vigour I almost couldn't resist prematurely looking through the sack Remembering the words from the wise old seer Grimacing I walk a slow gait to get to the table Set the bundle down and relieve my weight onto a chair Parched throat but wait longer I am unable Curiosity takes charge and into the gift I will tear Blood is pumping along with an increasing heart rate Fingers scrambling clumsily over the strings that bind Nails digging frantically into this package bearing my fate Gnawing thoughts of uncertainty flooding my mind At last my fingers win the battle that lasted The final string has fallen... Obstinate knots all undone I pick the cloth by the edges to have it unfolded The contents inside reach out like rays of the sun Corners of the cloth open up like a fully bloomed blossom Exposing the treasure that lay solemn and quiet inside Common objects we'd normally perceive as random Petty things now important as they attempt to guide I pick up the first and notice an engraving on it's stem Between my fingers - an unassuming feathered quill Barely legible, such little space the words do cram "Here is your sword... Draw blood and let spill" More riddles, I sought to examine the next A flat bottomed vial filled with jet black ink On it is a label with scrawling of time worn text "Here is your blood; let flow what you think" Lastly, lay bound up sheets of yellow stained parchment They reek of age-old herbs; intoxicating slightly At the top of the first, a note scribbled not so recent "Within these pages, you must bleed to find Sanctuary" Staring down at the objects laid in front of me In hopes of discovering something I should miss Then finally it struck me, so plain to see I'm using the instruments now, writing to find release...

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Sep 13, 2014

Sep 13, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC

ryn

The Parting Gift (III)

Toting the mysterious bundle and sporting a sore back I drag my feet up the last few steps, expended of vigour I almost couldn't resist prematurely looking through the sack Remembering the words from the wise old seer Grimacing I walk a slow gait to get to the table Set the bundle down and relieve my weight onto a chair Parched throat but wait longer I am unable Curiosity takes charge and into the gift I will tear Blood is pumping along with an increasing heart rate Fingers scrambling clumsily over the strings that bind Nails digging frantically into this package bearing my fate Gnawing thoughts of uncertainty flooding my mind At last my fingers win the battle that lasted The final string has fallen... Obstinate knots all undone I pick the cloth by the edges to have it unfolded The contents inside reach out like rays of the sun Corners of the cloth open up like a fully bloomed blossom Exposing the treasure that lay solemn and quiet inside Common objects we'd normally perceive as random Petty things now important as they attempt to guide I pick up the first and notice an engraving on it's stem Between my fingers - an unassuming feathered quill Barely legible, such little space the words do cram "Here is your sword... Draw blood and let spill" More riddles, I sought to examine the next A flat bottomed vial filled with jet black ink On it is a label with scrawling of time worn text "Here is your blood; let flow what you think" Lastly, lay bound up sheets of yellow stained parchment They reek of age-old herbs; intoxicating slightly At the top of the first, a note scribbled not so recent "Within these pages, you must bleed to find Sanctuary" Staring down at the objects laid in front of me In hopes of discovering something I should miss Then finally it struck me, so plain to see I'm using the instruments now, writing to find release...

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I hear your shuffling footsteps right outside my door I know what you seek with troubled heart and weary feet Your trip has been long, draining your body sore Come in, I've been expecting you... Finally we meet You settle yourself, right there, opposite of me Let me look at you... Let me observe just a little I can see through you, read you like a book, almost instantly You've come with resolve so frail, fragile and brittle I know why you're here and the questions that plague I know why you've travelled long, over land so far I am aware of your dark secrets and truths so vague You don't have to say... I feel the invisible scars I shut my eyes as I summon the powers of my ball Let me recite my mantra to invite those who would come I whisper things you may hear or not at all Ahh... One has arrived, soon... Soon will arrive some Looking into my orb with concentrated gaze Breathe easy, Cracked One... Be not afraid of its sinister glow You can see the energy surging in a torrential blaze Rest easy, Lost One... Very soon it will all show In one hand, I have my tarot cards on display Don't be frightened when I begin to convulse uncontrollably Of all the cards that fall, one would stubbornly stay That one will have much to tell, together we'll see I'm trembling now, remember... Be not wary The card is now chosen, face down I lay it still Take it but you may not understand the markings you see I'll take it in my hand to make sense of it by feel I have your card, now I must resume my chanting You hear me speak in a language only known to a few It may sound raucous, the words I'm mouthing Be not startled, Broken One... We are almost through It's time to close the ritual by touching skin with skin Against your cheeks, you feel my warm touch Look into my eyes and embrace the connection within Now I know all, your eyes have revealed much I have something for you... Now you must go You look at me with confused eyes but still you must Take this bundle... It contains all you need to know Keep it safe, this parting gift to you I entrust Leave now, don't take my next few words lightly You must take heed these sacred words from lore I say, *"Do not open till the end of journey" "Open only when in house, behind closed door"* I see you leave, disheartened by questions unanswered Clutching the bundle, you slowly disappear in despair I wish you well, dear Seeker... For all you've endured Be safe and get home, you will find your answers there...

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Sep 12, 2014

Sep 12, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC

ryn

Dear Seeker (II)

I hear your shuffling footsteps right outside my door I know what you seek with troubled heart and weary feet Your trip has been long, draining your body sore Come in, I've been expecting you... Finally we meet You settle yourself, right there, opposite of me Let me look at you... Let me observe just a little I can see through you, read you like a book, almost instantly You've come with resolve so frail, fragile and brittle I know why you're here and the questions that plague I know why you've travelled long, over land so far I am aware of your dark secrets and truths so vague You don't have to say... I feel the invisible scars I shut my eyes as I summon the powers of my ball Let me recite my mantra to invite those who would come I whisper things you may hear or not at all Ahh... One has arrived, soon... Soon will arrive some Looking into my orb with concentrated gaze Breathe easy, Cracked One... Be not afraid of its sinister glow You can see the energy surging in a torrential blaze Rest easy, Lost One... Very soon it will all show In one hand, I have my tarot cards on display Don't be frightened when I begin to convulse uncontrollably Of all the cards that fall, one would stubbornly stay That one will have much to tell, together we'll see I'm trembling now, remember... Be not wary The card is now chosen, face down I lay it still Take it but you may not understand the markings you see I'll take it in my hand to make sense of it by feel I have your card, now I must resume my chanting You hear me speak in a language only known to a few It may sound raucous, the words I'm mouthing Be not startled, Broken One... We are almost through It's time to close the ritual by touching skin with skin Against your cheeks, you feel my warm touch Look into my eyes and embrace the connection within Now I know all, your eyes have revealed much I have something for you... Now you must go You look at me with confused eyes but still you must Take this bundle... It contains all you need to know Keep it safe, this parting gift to you I entrust Leave now, don't take my next few words lightly You must take heed these sacred words from lore I say, *"Do not open till the end of journey" "Open only when in house, behind closed door"* I see you leave, disheartened by questions unanswered Clutching the bundle, you slowly disappear in despair I wish you well, dear Seeker... For all you've endured Be safe and get home, you will find your answers there...

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I have come humble to seek your knowledge With exhausted feet and weighing burden, I bear my heart I have travelled far to arrive at the world's edge Ready to receive what wisdom you will impart I'll set myself cross-legged on the opposite of you I see you peering, examining my physical entirety With one good eye, you gaze right through Makes me uncomfortable, if I may... But I'll hold steady I notice you muttering but no words could be heard Your hands hovering over a glassy globe with an ominous glow You turn to the left, as if conversing with an invisible third Whispering secrets that I will never learn to know Shifting your gaze now into the crystal orb What do you see, Wise One, in that ball of yours You shudder upon it's touch as though it's power you absorb Tell me, Soothsayer... What lies for me in this course? You swiftly pull your hands behind your back I flinch with a start at your sudden display You bring back your hands revealing cards out of a stack You tremble in spasms, dropping the rest leaving one for play The card you place face down, right in front of me You motion for me to pick it up and flip it round I see the card bore inscriptions and ancient runes, quizzically You ****** the card and begin chanting in odd sounds Reciting your incantations, in a tongue I do not understand They sound like curses rather than the answers I seek It all ends almost as soon as it started... I can't comprehend You then place your warm palms gently touching my cheeks Your features softened as you stared into my sullen eyes A connection like eternity trapped within seconds never going astray Then you turn away to fetch a bundle roped in knots and ties You hand it to me hastily before ushering me on my way I am now perplexed much... What does it show? What did you see, what does my future hold? Please enlighten me what you've come to know From all of that, what could you have foretold? Bundle in hand I turn to leave your rundown shanty As I leave, you speak in your voice, different from before Soft yet raspy you say, *"Do not open till the end of journey" "Open only when in house, behind closed door"* Moon is up illuminating, as I make my way up north Armed in hand a strange, scented, tied up bundle Leaving with the same questions with no answers, I amble forth Wondering if in the bundle I may find the missing pieces of the puzzle...

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC

ryn

Dear Mystic (I)

I have come humble to seek your knowledge With exhausted feet and weighing burden, I bear my heart I have travelled far to arrive at the world's edge Ready to receive what wisdom you will impart I'll set myself cross-legged on the opposite of you I see you peering, examining my physical entirety With one good eye, you gaze right through Makes me uncomfortable, if I may... But I'll hold steady I notice you muttering but no words could be heard Your hands hovering over a glassy globe with an ominous glow You turn to the left, as if conversing with an invisible third Whispering secrets that I will never learn to know Shifting your gaze now into the crystal orb What do you see, Wise One, in that ball of yours You shudder upon it's touch as though it's power you absorb Tell me, Soothsayer... What lies for me in this course? You swiftly pull your hands behind your back I flinch with a start at your sudden display You bring back your hands revealing cards out of a stack You tremble in spasms, dropping the rest leaving one for play The card you place face down, right in front of me You motion for me to pick it up and flip it round I see the card bore inscriptions and ancient runes, quizzically You ****** the card and begin chanting in odd sounds Reciting your incantations, in a tongue I do not understand They sound like curses rather than the answers I seek It all ends almost as soon as it started... I can't comprehend You then place your warm palms gently touching my cheeks Your features softened as you stared into my sullen eyes A connection like eternity trapped within seconds never going astray Then you turn away to fetch a bundle roped in knots and ties You hand it to me hastily before ushering me on my way I am now perplexed much... What does it show? What did you see, what does my future hold? Please enlighten me what you've come to know From all of that, what could you have foretold? Bundle in hand I turn to leave your rundown shanty As I leave, you speak in your voice, different from before Soft yet raspy you say, *"Do not open till the end of journey" "Open only when in house, behind closed door"* Moon is up illuminating, as I make my way up north Armed in hand a strange, scented, tied up bundle Leaving with the same questions with no answers, I amble forth Wondering if in the bundle I may find the missing pieces of the puzzle...

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