The Sun doth not shown
A single black raven flown  
The scent of damp pine
Fragrant and divine
White and grey clouded sky
Breathing breath of altitude high

The mysteries of the universe canst be known
The sky dark blue and grey
How the wind did blow
I really enjoyed this lovely day
Knee deep in snow
Slipping around on the ice
Small running stream from the melting snow
Earth made to mud

Search for a Real Love, for one’s Soul Survival
My soul is dying
Where is my ‘cosmic mate’?
I call out to thee – come!

Where does pain come from?
How desolate is desolation?
We die by the way we've lived
A mascaraide of a thousand questions
We are a skull
of flesh
wandering
busily on this Earth

Everything is crumbling
Witnessing it breaking
We keep you well during the week
Only to wreck yourself on Saturday

I will not pay eternally for my mistakes.
I know I did you harm, I admit.
Things between us are still bad,
how could we forget?
If you avoiding me is helping you heal, then do what it takes.

How can I not hate myself for hurting you?
Makes me want to harm myself.
Should my days that are happy be far and few?
Seems I should stop 'trying' since you've placed me on a shelf.  

I'm frustrated with you, I thought I had made my amends!
What more do you want from me and to what ends?
Now I'M hurting, I must've had it coming!
The hurt I did to you, is to me at last returning!

Poetry is working out the meanings of one’s own thinking, in plain view, and its result (the poems) are emotions catalyzed into words

Poetry is my illness, in writing ‘to let out what would ravage, if stayed in would be savage’ like a cat riveting at the furniture until a break in the opening to run free and explore

Poetry is wet clay of thoughts and poems are the molded finish

The collective works of the author is nothing other than a stream-lined autobiography.

Poetry is Life, invented

Creativity and Art as a constant when the mind is not

Poems are metaphors, literal meanings and poetry is a calling.

Words & phrases that change the world … full of passion, an expression of a free thinker

.. where Gods are created and Spirits soar

Poems tell the stories of men and woman, so that we may know ourselves, tell the powers of oracles and describe our fate

Panic in the blood stream
Fever on the palms
Untold horrors
A prophesy in the book of psalms

Kali

Drunk on His blood
Kali ran across the cosmos
Killing all evil in her path.
Only utter Death & Destruction calmed her down.

****** myself, I, for deeds done and not done!
Cursed that horrid deed.
What would have come to be had you pre-deceased me?
Voiced in visualizing a rise of the dead in dreams
The power is death passing suffering in seizures of nineteen nights
Take away the veil of the evil in this nightmare of no awakening
Come, this way, I will show you hellishness seeping in thru cracks of the mind

In this bind I have to you I have been made deadened
Alone to follow the demons in this world
Hark to the angels to sway my actions and lock my lips!
With benign forces on a cosmic level
And all the unnatural deeds
Compassion and forgiveness lie upon us, unto each to the other
If anyone is listening, tell me now, who summoned this chaos?!

Given to women and taken the child, oh joy and ruthless cruelty!
Born and unborn.  Done and undone.
Taking my future with the end of yours, oh retched moans.
What is the hint of that to come?
Where are we in this existential void?
A sovereign flower plant seeds for regrowth in a new time.
The smell of sickness lingers
Can what’s done be undone?!

The cutting blades of thoughts
Swaying one way only to swing back this way
Again, for another ****!
I’d thought they’d be duller after much use
Instead, they swing faster as if my brain is the sharpening tool.
The gauges are becoming deeper and with better precision.
“Please STOP” I yell.
“Please HELP” I cry.
I don’t think there is anyone here.

Am I the protagonist?
I am frightened in my shaken center.
Who is in charge of the new order?
Can I be made limitless, safe, healed and whole?
I beg you, make me free to forgive and free to save the world!

Broken and apart for so long.
The sanctity of the holy trinity lives still.
Earth met Heaven and we were together again.

All we ever are is healing,
streaming pain along until it wears thin.
Bring forth the laws of another World to this one
and miracles will ensue.

The head cracked open,
the Universe poured out
and God was revealed.

With two feet in the grave,
all that it requires now
is simply to lie down.

Do you ever feel as though you know the truth of all things?
Do you ever feel as though you know the entire universe all at once?

Have you ever felt 1,000 years of pain as if it were all your own?
Does it seem like you can feel all of the energy, all around?

Do you believe there is only one thread of life that is always moving in and through you in the place where there is no time and space?
Are you experiencing the most blissful joy, together with a deep, deep sorrow?

In short, do you FEEL too much? And are you confused by all this happening within? Me too!

There’s life, of course
Inevitably there is death
And then
There is the final death
We live and we die
The living remember and celebrate the dead
The dead live on through tales told by the living
When you’re talked of and in memory of,
You live on ~
In death.
When no one speaks of the dead,
To carry on their legacy,
The dead then have reached
The Final Death.
Will you remember me?

The World unzipped, fell open
pealed apart from its encasement
Away the shroud was unveiled  
A shift in the sequence of Time
A Gift
Guilt did not exist
A Gift
Brought on depression a wish for death
The Event
Unfrozen to wake up
The Event
Hast melt away the solid water of pain
Earth of no value
One instant out of time can bring time’s end!
It is ever and always only Now
Cracked open like Humpty Dumpty
The time that is will never ever tell

The Full Moon
Fixed, strong, pronounced
She sits just above the mountain’s ridge line

The Full Moon
All her magnificent presence
Is all I see while walking toward her    

The Full Moon
Untouchable and yet alluring
She draws me in to her

Thinking of the oracle,
     The trinity,
Witches operating at dark,
     Joan of Arc
     Men of War
the energy of rage
that leads to violence

The Full Moon
Is all powerful
She revealed herself to me

Dwell in the Eternal process of Battles
To struggle to remain free
And to avoid dissolving
Into the terrible chaos of ignorance and fear

Awaken from ******* so the power can be heard
When words do not reach you
It is found in the stillness of silence

Remembering your identity
Pain as a gateway to peace
Written on your heart
Barriers as the obstacles to truth
Fall away in the stillness of silence

Death removes from us all that we are not
And is a spectacle of the powers of the Universe
To join us as One
Fear not this change in form and
Find strength in the stillness of silence

The voice on the phone
God is calling
Behold, a sharp object  
To drain the blood and hasten life
So be it

Shallow is the breathing
As the chest widens expands and opens
The Universe poured out
Into the infinite and the eternal
All is Light and Energy
So be it

Stardust gathering
Galaxies twice unseen
Broken planets for fixed-up minds
Tangled and ****** she sees
So be it

A radiant abundance
Meaning-less
I want to go home
More will be revealed
So be it

Blades give to shades unknown
Undue the World to satisfy
Not of this flesh
Vapor wounds
Pushes me forward
Bringing me home
So be it

Placed on her head and heart
Make my hands a channel for healing
Save her life or stop my heart
Frozen in limbo lost in ill feeling

At your service and your mercy
Trust we will your fateful determining
Plead to you for everlasting mercy
For our crises now is overwhelming

Arise sweet babe, lamb of love
Feel the life in her, a revival, a blessing
All the more powers that be for love
Keep her safe and protected and living

Going forth to face the challenge
In truth we grow from your strengthening
To prosper are the fruits in facing challenge
It is only you who are breath giving and breathtaking

A created space of air, fire and water
Welcomed into this sphere of time
Invoking guiding spirits and their wisdom
Searching for healing and wholeness
A ringing in the ears
The vibrational sound of the Universe
OM
A humble asking
A divine calling
OM

The pillar of flame becomes dual pillars
Two forces of fire slip into subconscious sleep
Open mind, open-hearted
Heart throbbing pulses felt
Submerged in water
The great purifier
Extinguishes the fire
OM
Giving thanks
A peaceful feeling
OM

She lives beautifully hued in her daylight, adorned
in black silk evening night, golden
swirls of sunlight dispel, illuminated
faces in the dark

Dancing with the rays of the morning star, whispering
sweet talk to the moon, tucking
in to sleep twinkling little stars, curious
where they go and who they are

Morning the glory mountain dew smells sweet, roll
back hills the dusk in reverse, meek
sea shore sand hold in the bright, create
pitch black from deadened lightning bolts

She gathers hemlock to sharpen the day, rearranges
night hour by hour, dark
reforms from her involvement, satisfies
her day with strength and power

I saw death in your eyes
My child
In pain, the heart cries
Your mother
To give birth and to give you away
Has stained our hellos and our good-byes

Yes
We are
Untethered
Masqueraders
Sacked in glass boxes under termite skin
Contracting archery targets to spoil
Purposeful dead ringers of the cosmos

Yes
We are
Courtiers
Everlasting
Stubbed by the infinite fire creatures
Dismissing obstacles above the now
Knotted in fancy dress with crooked spines

Yes
We are
Sadistic
Altruistics
Excavating the minefield of others
Sweet planetary granules apart
Granting mercy to those who feel no pain

Red Earth
Black Sky
Opaque Clouds
Lightening Flash
Raindrops
Mountain dew
Blue Orchids
Prickly cactus
Thunder roar
Green leaves
Summer day
Early morning
High noon
Sun shining
Flower gardens
Birds flying
Caterpillars crawling
Fish swimming
Flowers blooming
Lady bugs

Crouching Tigers
Dancing Shivas
Crawling King Snakes
Screaming Meemies

Inner turmoil
Outer edges
Lower worlds
Higher standards

Catch-22
****** One
Colt 45
Mustang 5.0

Secret Service
Mystery meat
Unknown soldier
Private property

Wise old owl
Little old lady
Same old sh*t
Grand Old Opry

Make shift
Make due
Make-up
Make me

Round up
Round down
Round about
Round off

Phone call
Cat call
*******
Curtain call

Mountain top
Muffin top
Carrot top
Rag top

Worry wart
Wet blanket
Spoil sport
Buzz killer

Surrender
     Sacrifice
          Self-examination
               Silence
          Steps
     Solution
Serenity

We are primal people
Dissociating from the ordinary world
Through the alternate dimensional doorways
To the celestial realm
While assimilating shadow content

We are Shaman voyagers on our vision quests
Traversing forests while haunted
By spirits of disease
Howling and bellowing like crazed bulls
Growing she-eagle wings and
As ministers of magic
Displaying mastery of all the elements

Healed healers know and remember
We are contemplative and creative
We are prophets, mystics, guardians and guides

White clouds blue sky
Sunny day
It’s Tuesday
I make these observations to
‘get grounded’
and bring me back into myself

Heart racing, panicky
Bad thoughts and memories
Past occurrences re-enacting in the present
Negative emotions
Bad body pain
I remind myself that I am ok, that I am safe
That nothing is ‘happening’ to me
Flight response tells me I have to leave
I have to leave NOW

Screaming, crying
I am under attack
These episodes are scary
When it’s over I feel extremely exhausted
I am left feeling numb and flat
Did I just come out of a dream?
I become lifeless, inside and out

Sleep, eat, yoga
Exercise and swim
Reach out to others and stay connected
Go to work and do my chores
I do what I can to get back up after
Getting run over by PTSD.

Compelled to write
Not by my will or even by want
These words, thoughts and ideas swarm around inside
Buzzing relentlessly like bees around a hive
Frantically making honey
These concepts force themselves out  
Not to my knowing what will be communicated
Yet I am employed to give them physical form
Much like a fetus exiting the womb
It no longer belongs to its Mother

Unconscious insanity
Divine madness
At landing zone X-Ray
A ****** blast
Crumbled the Congo boots
And melted his shin off his ankle

The N. Koreans didn't care about
Their ten to one body count as long as
That One American was dead

A policy error killed thousands
A mistake, covered up
Vietnam
Madness as madness

Ego shattering
Space
Fragile
Fleeting
Crumbling
Opening of the formless
Everyone was asleep and he walked out
Switching places
Loosing faces
The wrong way IS the way
Something good is coming

I
Need to
Coax all ties
Reap magic lies
Born to the full again for one more time
Rinse suffering in electric blood spoons
To healthy salt spires of church and nave

I
Need to
Hold peace size
Leap alibis
Fortitude through failures alive as sin
Upright to the heckling posture of truth
Hooked to happy swirl huts in the Ozarks

I
Need to
Hang my thighs
Up to fruit flies
Casting ribs with letters marked by chasm
Return to ****** dancing at dawn
And rise up to the untamed scrutiny

Dharma is a term for
‘Natural State’
or
That which knows Its-Self
as a God or Goddess

Dharma is a gift from the Gods
Re-establishing peace and prosperity
To those who are not
Complicated by desires or
Long for what is not

Behold the problem
Ask for the answer
And accept it when it comes

Death as a symbol of the World
A mere change in form
There is no fear only love
All is forgiven in the here and now

Your perceptions are healed
Sickness, an illusion
And all mis-deeds, undone
Love looks upon itself

There is no separation
Resist any fear
Eyeballs are not the seeing
By which dispelled illusions are recognized

Reinstate your constructive powers
Your mind is healed and you are forgiven
There is no pain
There are no problems

Will I recognize myself
After the crying stops

My body is alive
Without my knowing

I'm back on the subject of war
Was I there

This is a time of great confusion
Which of us are really in reality

The Four Year Fandom
Is putting on the squeeze

I don't want to remember
But I haven't forgotten

Empty, shallow hollow people
No inquiry into imagination
Not seeing the beauty of where they are
Limited
Bound by the body
Desire, fear, anger
Utter discomfort
Death-defying despair
Take what is given you and learn its value.

In the First of Days,
Before Death was made up to be an intruder, a mistake or a message wrongly delivered,
Death was temporary.
Like a Snake sheading its skin.
A crab crawling from its shell.
Death was a Renewal.
We Live, dying.

~ Witches are the Goddesses of the Seasons ~                    

IT’S SPRING!
Blooming trees of white cotton snow
New grass, green pushing thru the retired yellow
Fresh breezes not so full of cold
Batches of ducklings
The first garden weeds and ant hills
Fairy gardens
Planting peas
Plant feed for the rose bushes
It’s Spring!
We are unfolding outward
Born again, we live again!