#sorcery
Witchcraft and wine
it comes so naturally,
and now that you’re mine
I’m going to actually
try my best not to lose it.
If there’s a bomb then I will defuse it.
If there’s an offer I’ll just refuse it.
If there’s a card to play I’m going to use it.
Because you’ve got me under
Your blanket of stars and mysteries,
connecting our scars and histories.
In parked cars both sighing mystically
and back to the park where I was to shy to try anything.
Sorcery and scotch
you put me in a trance.
If you took it down a notch,
I just might stand a chance
that I’m not going to lose my head,
even with my cheeks burning red
getting brighter as you quietly said
“I’ll meet you tonight in our bed.”
Depriving me of slumber
With your healing touch and cosmic skin,
I’m within your clutch and freely giving in.
It’s too much and you have yet to begin,
removing my crutch and cleansing me of each sin.
I was warned of street magicians
and cautioned with tales of gateway drugs.
To not take my eyes off no matter the conditions,
because that’s when they tend to pull rugs.
“If you fall for one,
you’ll fall for them all.”
But this time I’m done,
I think it’s last call.
With your witchcraft and wine,
you make it look so divine.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
Above the clouds of Tunhill
High above the lands of Arangrad
Stands a figure shrouded
The Rains at his command
Pounds of steely muscle
Fur that sways
All shall tremble
Beneath his waves
Waves of might
Shows of power
Claws of steel so sharp
A hide nails dare not mark
There he stands
Still as night
Calmly though
The stars in fright
On his back
A banner of black
Made naught but tears
And a soaked blood bath
His eyes gleam strong
His gaze far reached
Along his brow
Furrows do reach
Fought hard battles
Turned many sour
Taught many to stand
And all to cower
Beneath his crown
Is all that matters
Nations far and wide
Forced to stagger
Feet of stumps
Roots do grow
Follows reach
Across the globe
Lands to him
Naught but strides
All shall come
Across his eyes
One is shadow
One is flesh
A metaphor
Never to rest
Vigorous gale
Lets none fail
A tattooed sight
For minds so frail
A silvered coat
Makes a mired mail
For none has scope
Fall beneath him - wail
How can you hope
To better yet
Come across one
With broader chest
One so mighty
Cares for all
Enemies of ours
Oh how they fall
Pride to be
One of ours
A mighty warrior
From our own house
The staggered foe
The blunted blade
All are similar
In certain ways
For how can they
Hope to last
Against sharpened stone
Built so fast
A force of nature
Belligerent foe
To the cosmos
Ones to show
Magnanimous hatred
Bitter so
Fought hard beneath
Sweltering tones
For ones creation
Is not wider known
A tremendous being
Moulded so
On fields of battle
Amidst the throng
Deep beneath
The waves that thrown
A king laid flat
A warrior flayed bare
A sorceress so
Shared malevolent stare
Powers of life magic thrown
Used angrily - outwards
Caused a reaction
None could have known
For too much life force
Causes all to grow
To enormous proportions
To then explode
But once or twice
Events conspire
That none could say
Gods would have aspired
For one such case
Where moments ago
Stood a young wolf
Unarmoured and blown
Now stood the force
That would become known
As the one above
The clouds we call home
A wolf still
If even close
But one to rival
The gods own prose
There he stood
Indenting the ground
With his new proportions
And staggering prowl
He gazed once forth
At bewildered witch
Then tore her apart
Aspire his wits
Then his great head lifted
Splattered with gore
To the lines of foe
Butchering his blood
And so he turned
With nothing but claw
Rendering steel
And oh so much more
On he went
With unholy vigour
Ripping and tearing
None saw it quicker
And once he was done
Drenched in the foe
His fur seeming to feast
On the battles below
The great wolf stood
And addressed his great nation
For beneath him stood
men from his station
He raised his proportions
And gathered himself
Rose to his height
And met all above shelf
With silvered tongue
He spoke for a time
And before him kneeled
Every single one in kind
For the wolves of his nation
Astonished you see
Now saw him as greater
Than any could be
Now as they knelt
Awaiting permission
The great wolf roared
all doubts deigned submission
And once he was done
And all had washed their blood
He spoke once more
But then only once
the words he spoke
Shall be etched in stone
Forever and always
To times unknown
Words of a leader
Words from the foe
Words that will follow us
To our graves and below
“I am the wolf
The one to be followed
I will be named king
And awash all of your sorrows
For i am a wolf
But now greater grown
And all that shall know me
Should name me this so
The mightiest among us
A powerful foe
To any before me
Who would seek hate to sow
A name i shall have
A name oft too much bitten
But for a ruler to lead
He must have his ambitions
Call me the wolf
A great king - A great man
Felled the foe
Saved our lands
For as my father
Named me as an heir
I shall be named
The Wolf King, of Zubair
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
A beautiful forest nymph
tried to put a spell on me
her shiny eyes trying to lure
I quickly hide behind a tree
What treacherous sorcery
I have to overcome
before I turn into a toad
a spell that can't be undone
Her magic mystical powers
firing beams upon my soul
trying to blind the inner of me
and capturing me as a ghoul
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
Sovereign, star-flower,
Sorcerer-painter.
Essence
of pink Skittles
and air incised by blue-lightning.
My lady hums fire between lines in lips
-- smoke
and perfume watermelon.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC
.
Hovers over petals
Itching to dive, drop
Divine into essences
Of live colour, scents
Of creation, breathing
In the motion swirls,
Stemmed skywards,
Genitalia of rainbows
End.
Honey Bee catches
Nectar dripping out airs
And steels away to hive,
Beelines to comb, where
Amber ****** becomes
What Gods sleepily crave,
Sniffed sweets of ambrosia,
Borne in the queer fluctuations
Of tiny wings, firing up vibrations.
.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
The witch of the woods
makes a home in my heart and
conjures her magic
4:06 PM
24/9/19
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
Conjurer of spells,
I stir phrases
in a witch's cauldron.....
wizard's breath to
tint the potion
Let it boil over
Reduce the excess
add emotion
and a four leaf clover
Temperature at serving time defines the tone and
type of incantation
Cold spells work
as heartless breaths
Warm ones jubilation
Hotter brew brings swift results
Careful even death
My sorcery is well disguised
as poetry and song.
I'll have you laugh,
yank a tear or
make a day
feel twice as long.
I'll look you in the eye
as I feed you all
my truths and lies
None can break the grip
of words I wield,
won't know to even try
Warlock...my voice enchants
let me whisper in your ear
You'll result bewitched....
but if I hold you high .....
there's never need to fear
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
.
Hovers over petals
Itching to dive, drop
Divine into essences
Of live colour, scents
Of creation, breathing
In the motion swirls,
Stemmed skywards,
Genitalia of rainbows
End.
Honey Bee catches
Nectar dripping out airs
And steels away to hive,
Beelines to comb, where
Amber ****** becomes
What Gods sleepily crave,
Sniffed sweets of ambrosia,
Borne in the queer fluctuations
Of tiny wings, firing up vibrations.
.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
Tis a dilemma to draw down the moon
center of circle & her hair entwined;
the staff raised, the incantation recited;
no real words just babble that comes
through the spirit channeling through
out of the wizard's lips to invoke a she
who is not real smoky doppelganger
of true love with every visage in place;
nightmare's illusion in mortal man's
beauty & enthralled by life itself
no goddess she but a wraith lifted
from beneath the earth; shadowy shade
who though intangible has scales
for flesh slick & smooth as a shark's;
as she takes him in her tentacled arms &
for once it is he who swoons
in vampyr's embrace of loving succubus
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
Night has enveloped, to give me some relief,
Now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief.
Where blood quenches the thirst,
Disloyalty is faith last and first,
Is the religion my beloved belongs to.
I beckoned, red and black robed lady with a wand.
Let me take her by the hand.
Heard of her about sorcery.
Her powers useless, and witch now about to succumb,
From just a gaze of eyes filled with Kohl of Leila.
My nights worthless, body breathless,
Every moment, feeling restless.
Be silent and hear, hear me, my cries,
Don't forget the promise you swore,
I have lost my childhood over you.
Don't know, how these years left me alone,
Sufferings, separation, theft me alone.
I never knew how pain excrutiates.
Sometimes, I enlivened you my dear,
Love is a blessing, and not a fear.
In a melancholy cloudy day, I mourn.
Glistening eyes, weeping sky, and heart torn.
I gaze from a window in Kashmir,
For a moment, condoling the tragedy, sighing.
In sombre time, lifeless, as if dying.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 7:32 AM UTC
In the Old World, those of our kind had to keep ourselves hidden and work our magic behind closed doors. We were to be secret sorcerers. A mysterious kind of folk. We were accused of darkness and exiled to despair if our covers were blown. Thankfully these times are changing.
With this New World Order, our fate is changing for the better of us all. And more importantly, the fate of the earth and the cosmos beyond. While dark magic is something we are all capable of portraying whether intentional or not, there is so much more good that can come when aligned with the magic and mystique, connected with the powers of our earthly just as our heavenly realms.
As above, so below is a saying we all know.
As it is in the heavens it shall be on earth.
Peace and Protection are granted for all who believe.
Gifts from nature given as tools and symbols so we may live a life of leisure and ease.
For now, we are teachers shown through storybook tales. To prepare you for your future in magic that comes with being born into these great times of change; for we will one day pass our torch to you; just as you will to every indigo, rainbow, soul-healing, spirit-weaving, wondrous light-working child.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
Was with a salacious witch
with amazing quick silver tongue,
Confidence personified
she challenged me to chase her,
If I so wish, not in words.
Her liquid eyes and gestures,
made me mad with pleasure
by the time we reached the peacock hill.
Peacocks, big blue eyes painted on feathers,
each, was in love with her, it seemed.
Danced vying with each other,
to please her, while she winked at me.
As if to say"They'll **** each other
to get my glad eye"wouldn't I feel jealous?
Helpless, I did surrender to her spell,
like others in the line, in my front and back.
When just one touch of her index finger,
would evoke magic, I'll get
Transformed to a young peacock
of exquisite beauty, with blue green plumes
none have ever seen before,to flaunt at
others of the ilk, on seeing it they'd back out.
Such a witch is one of a kind,my mind
whispers, it's she who assures me this,
On the full moon night, due in a week
we'll fly to the far away hill where
She'll be with me helping to build a nest,
turning to a peafowl herself,
She'll lay a dozen eggs,
yes, in to my ear, she says, this is only later,
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When, she with index finger will
gently touche me and proclaim, thus:
"This is the peacock I enticed and
with my witchcraft ,bound for life"
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
If willing
Their belief
On almighty
To relinquish
And from
Their soul
For lucifer
Proffer
A special dish,
For a while,
Devil will not be
Unwilling to grant
Sorcery and occultism
Blindfolded fools
The financial bonanza
They gluttonously wish
Or an earthly pleasure
They die to relish.
But at the height of
Their self contentment,
With a stab on the back
With a sharp knife
Satan will ramshackle
his subject's life.
Devil could
Not be God
However hard
he play-acts
When approached
Ensconced on his abode.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
I'm not a poet
I never was one.
Where the words could build and wreck lives.
Mine caused only a ripple
Where the words could cause chaos
Mine let out only a whimper.
The words, they should be magical
But, mine knew no sorcery.
All my life, I spent it finding the exact words
The words never found me.
Also, I never quite got the hang of feelings
They were all so beautiful and ugly.
But words were all that remained
And I want them to stay close
within the wild musings of my reckless heart.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
Moist lips in room fired . . .
When first we met her voice lit,
. . . Sonoluminescence.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
Bewitched by your soul
I crave to know your gift
Your gift of knowing me
Owning me, filling me
Did you glamour me?
Or did I entrance you?
Your leadership of me
Makes it hard to resist
Your charm, your craft
I'm charmed by your knowledge
Enraptured by your mask
What are you?
Should I feel horror?
I feel so at home in your arms
Which of us is the witchery spirit?
Are you a warlock?
One that has locked me in a battle of need,
need of you?
Or am I the enchantress that has hexed you?
We cannot be parted, we are one
I am undone
Sorcerer of me
What is under your cloak?
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC