"magik" poems
My little wicked baby
your *** magic is too high
I can't help but want to be in you
when I look into your eyes
my *** demon lady
making my dreams multiply
I can't stop thinking of you
and when I'll slip inside
scared her mind is a maze,
she tries to hide here ***** ways.
but she loves to play
master and slave
a vicious vixion maybe
your *** magic is too high
I can't help but want to be in you
when I look into your eyes
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
Beyond the crown of clouds
darts the Rainbow Serpent
covered in shroud.
Where the magik is mundane,
world like a jewel of wonder,
the Wizard's otherworldly plane.
Dashing and spinning
through the blossoms of morning awe
A stunning Rainbow serpent, I had saw.
Visions of a madman
condemned to misunderstandings.
Am I the last of the people who dream in color?
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
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
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
Good Witches do not
wear dresses of peonies
they do not say
“I am a Good Witch”
they are not
caricatures of happiness
Good Witches wear
sunsets like cloaks
they run with
bare feet
exposed limbs
and snake hair
through forests and foggy minds
They jump over stone walls
laughing as the
sticks crack
beneath them
they drum their midnight black claws
against tables
as if they were raised by wolves
and divine your future
in sidewalk cracks
modern-day Cassandras,
better listen
listen
they do not say
“I am a Good Witch”
they smirk, bear fangs
forked tongues spilling magik like moonlight
and make you figure it out yourself
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
3 Paces North
from the old
moss grove
lies a magik
mystery tome!
Translating,
stories past,
secrets of
never told.
The transcendent
orb you hold,
more real
than any
gold.
Trans·for·ma·tion is possible.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
The candle is lit and the house slumbers as
I turn the pages of this most personal tome it is not magik but memory
that urges the turning.
From the Oh so careful initial lines of a Very young woman beginning her search
with every I dotted and T crossed
every day logged and noted .To the busier
days of finding teachers and noting the questions that HAD to have answers.
With accolade's that came when at last I was asked to lead and the tears and uncertainty when the time had come to leave.
The wonder and renewal that comes with teaching and the pride as my students stand on their own and go forward.
Too the life moments when my attention was scattered a parents passing the ending of a marriage
Every drop of candle wax and oil stained sheet recalls vivid memories and tears and laughter.
My Book is not as pretty as I once thought it would be ,
But I met My Lady in its pages and for that I will every be grateful.
Solita Shadoewalker
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 4:08 PM UTC
And I have loved you more than I anyone I have loved before
( How would I know, as there has been no one else )
Perhaps more than I will love anyone, ever
( And I know for sure )
I set up my defences on the outside, but maybe I needed to protect myself from myself
( But what would you have me do )
When you see lightning for the first time, a wonder out of nowhere
The way it streaks across the skies, like you often streaked across my mind
When every subsequent clash of atoms and eons will never equal the first time
Seeing magik marble across your eyelids, a smile adorns your face
And you know you will never be the same again
( So what of this pain, will it ever subside )
Perhaps a memory can transform into a throbbing hurt
One that comes and goes, like the ebb and the flow of the rushing tide
Or triggered by a smell, a perfume, the sound of laughter
that could’ve been yours, or the way someone holds onto their fork
I never thought it would be you, but now you are a throbbing pain
Unmedicated, unattended but a mass of self perpetuating burning questions
Like neurons (mis)firing and kneejerk reactions
Churning out what if’s and propositions and assumptions and empty dreams
You birthed a thousand little cares that linger at the back of my throat
Causing me to gag every so often
But the mast has been set and this rotting ship will continue to sail
Rickety as she is, she searches for replacement parts
All the while creating myths and legends and convulated stories
This tunnel is long but maybe there is a glimmer of hope at the end of it
I can hold out for a breath of fresh air, something must remain
( But what of those questions that still remain )
Maybe I should have tried a little harder
Fought a little more, shouted a little louder
But you can’t stop the path of a tornado
I stood in front of it and was swept off my feet
And it pulled wool over my eyes, but I still saw the light
Filtered as it was through unravelling strands of thread
Pull, pull, pull
Until it all comes undone.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
Would it make any difference
if I stood in a field of clover
beneath a velvet sky
studded with stars
that glowed with delight
and swayed to the music
of the rhythms of the night?
Would you believe
that this magik
was made for you and I?
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
If any item
should retain
eldritch potency
in this present age.
It would be
bacon.
wild magik
is released
by the fat
contained
within its
thick sliced rind.
Glamor can be
released
in simple
domestic rituals.
All you need
is a pan
& a heat source.
Many magi
have reported
in secret books
about bacon’s aid
in seeing
the future.
When bacon cooks
within a simple pan.
It sizzles
prophetic quatrains
of coming days,
and often is served
with well-cooked omens.
Seers
have reported
the auspicious energies
properly displayed
when bacon power
is properly
presented.
When the curl
of bacon
properly
interweaves
the tips of tongue…
For in
the tingle
the taste bud
apprehends
the shape
of infinite spaces;
where the future
is foretold
within
the chew
of inward knowledge.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
Your poems are magik
the intoxication I imbibe
and I would willingly wander
a penniless drunk
if you were to ever tell me
that I was your muse.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
Skills developed from scholars who studied KABALA.
This testimony is lonely.
As I let loose of this nonlinear noose.
I have pressing matters to attend to.
This all done accordingly.
LEAP years are boring to me.
The future talks to me because the present is ignoring me.
Poetry lost under a blue moon but I never left you.
I always came back with something special.
The poetry they all created was uncultivated
thus foolish and basic
generated only to satisfy selfish cravings.
I call it Human contemplation.
In contrast to this magik.
My convoluted interaction.
The clarity of singularity.
¿¿¿¿ My WORDs will always contain a bit of insanity¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
I thought I knew your words
It was like knowing anybody out there
A blank page in the book of Proverbs
Bait and switch without the wisdom
But you didn’t know what you brought
Soulless protection to fear
You called
me a scared little girl
Little did you know
I was my own savior
What is it you said I needed?
A so-called enlightenment?
But who knew your darkness wrapped *** magik
Could save vulnerability and attempt to destroy the authentic luxury of me
No. Only fake love in lust can do that
For lust is loss and I’m not gone
Then there was you and me again
That night unveiled me
The unevolved me
Still I knew
I was going to make it out alive
I am here.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
Lust, Wrath, Envy, Passion
Aren't just a passing fashion
Don't try to fight your sins
Embrace the beast within
Open Pandora's box
Discover what it unlocks
Why are you afraid
Greed, Pride, Gluttony, Consuming
Break the guise you're assuming
Don't get caught on their hook
Don't be a slave to a book
Open Pandora's box
Discover what it unlocks
Come on break the chains
Sloth, *** ****** Magik
What's life without a little havoc
Don't let them decide who you are
Sin is fun if you don't go to far
Open Pandora's box
Discover what it unlocks
Take control of your fate
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 2:36 AM UTC
FWD: Guardian Of The Light
Soul Glows Goes Below
Behold Darkest Night
Perception Surpassing Depths
Humans Mention
I Am Adept
Ascending Threw New Dimensions
I Understand I Just Do
I Am Just Me
Trust Me Your Just You
Souls With Special Power
Universal Timing
Alining The Perfect Hour
Rituals To Share Respect
There Is No Tear In Wear
When Im Here Or There
And Adress The Threats
Im Here On Earth To
It Hurts The Worst Of Course
What The Heck
Im Burining In Flames
That Strain Amazing
Gazing In Just A Sec
Secrue WHEN Im Near
The Oppisite ***
Im Too Awesome To Rest
My Dreams Are Life And Death
I Feel Nervous
Breakin Pools Of Sweat
I Pull Through Like Maters Do
Till Wings Grew
And There Is Nothing Left
That I Can Give
Or Recieve Like No More Breathe
I Came To Earth
To Transcend I Past The Test
Theres A Star Some Way Out West
That Reflects The East
I Be At 4 Directs
Gazing At The Sunset
Im The Water Baier
That Can Get The Sun Wet
Magik Fairy Dust
Is What My Ashes ArE
Came From Far Away
Past The Stars
I Hold Romance
& Soul Hands
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
Magic
Force of old earth
And one to be reckoned with
Neither benevolent,
Nor malevolent by nature
The purpose determined by the user
Dark and light,
Good and bad.
Used by the wrong person,
It causes peace and happiness,
Or death and destruction.
A force to be reckoned with indeed.
But also to be used with care.
Yin and yang
And salt and pepper
Balance the decision with great care
Walk the edge of a razor to channel it
And think before every move
Unstable as it is,
Delight is brought.
Tricks of the light, perhaps.
But perhaps not.
An unending fun for those who use it
With great care.
Those who don't...
Consequences shall be suffered.
So when dealing with magic
Keep in mind that
No matter how simple
And innocent it appears,
It is more complex and old
And you are just a channel.
So beware of the path
That you choose to send it down
And remember: have fun
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 9:18 AM UTC
I'm Happy See,
Doing Some Things,
All Which I Love,
Focused On Me,
Krav Maga,
Lot's Of Poetry,
Street Routine Super Mean,
Smooth Moves Clean,
No Karate Class,
No Gi,
Just You And Me,
Karate Fast,
I Will Never Be The He That Shot His ***
I Don't Like Sirens ,
Truamtize From Sirensn,
All That Violence,
I Will Silence That,
Hit First Hit Last,
Soulution Execution,
Problems In The Past,
Percieve Accordingly,
Peep The Facts,
Knowledgeable,
Notice My Flow,
Vocab Though So Rad,
My Soul Is Magik,
Heart So Sad,
I Feel The Pain,
Hey Happiness I Show That,
An Oath Is A Promise,
I Know That ,
So What Is Unspoke And Unseen,
I Must Not Scream Or Proceed To Show That,
I Shroom On Long Weeks,
Peaking On Gold Caps,
Sit In A Rose Bath,
Exotic Gypsy Doll So Bad,
Affection Deep,
Passionate Sexin,
We Hold Hands,
In The Room Naked,
We Anxious,
Both Slow Dance,
I Feel So Alone ,
And Ya Know,
****
I Suffer Silent,
Secretley Dying Ya Know And,
I'm Gonna Change The World Cos We Both Can't,
Peace To My Enimies,
I Don't Have Beef,
Not Time To Eat With Close Frienimes,
I'm Leaving A Very Deep Intriguing Legacy,
Remember Please
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
I'm What Passion Is
I'm Passionate
Poetic Activist
Master Script
Romance Is My Magik Gift
Ask Her Lips
Some People's Ego
Bloated Like A Bag Of Chips
Pierce The Seal With The Real
Have It Rip
Breathe Celebrate
Transmute The Manic State
Ice Land
Tonight And Leaves
Sing In The Breeze
I Am Everything I Bleed
Everything I Need
Biokinesis Morphings My Gene's
Thoughts Rearrange Things
Ghost In The Mirror
Blood In The Sink
Gazing Down This Ivy
Distant I Be
Dimensions That Been Neglected
Is Where My Wings
With The Threaded Prices Lay
I Am Purity
Illuminated The Sphere In Me
Close Just Go I'ma Ghost
No One Is Hearing Me
Declare To A Toast
With A Chassel
Infinite I'm Past Go
Broken People
Last Though
The Ground Is A Glass Home
Born Into Bad Bones
Whispers In The Breeze
Please Sing That Tone
Violin's Passion Strings
Are Beautiful Like Nature
Trees
Monsoons Stormy Everything
When You See It From The Top
It Ain't All what It Seems
Pineal Gland Pendulum
Detach When It Swings
Won't Influence These Kind Of Things
Paranormal Motions
Costing Through The Ocean
Spirits Here They Notice
Poets Tree Poetry
I Am A Poet
Love Passions And Romance
MoonLight Mood Right
Hold Hands
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
I Got Roses For Her, I Got Roses For Her, I Got Roses For Earth, Growth Occurs, Just Be,
Love Is Within, Just Wrapping Me, No Depth Can Trap Its Wind, Just Breathe
Beautiful Beach, That Warm Breeze, Purple Sheets, Iced Tea
Love Is So Free, I Hold You , You Hold Me, ‘Togther , We Hold We ,
Flowers On Trees, Magik Mushrooms IN Our Teeth,
Infinie , Galactic, Theres No Attachment, Naked ,Dressed Like Aladin,
In A Forest Full Of Magik , Dancing In The Creek, I Don’t Sleep In A Cabin,
No Chains, Love The Rain, No Violence, Violin Tears Washes Silence, , Pure No Sinin,
I’m In Bliss, No Titles OR Idols It Just Is, I Am 1, I Am Sun, I Am Darkenss,
Never Apart From MY Heart, Aligned With The Spark,
Wings Span Universal, Dna Code Gold Swirl,
I’m An Alien Ghost Peral, Well I Am That I AM,
My Imagiton Doesn’t End Nor Begin,
The Now Is So Precious, I AM Compltey Free & Open I’m Oceans, A Poet In Simationus Motion,
MAgikal With Hold IT, Relax With The Potion,
Moon Light Kisses Like Roses,
Your Freucny Is Reaching Me, We Both Know It,
Sacred Type, Make The Night, Elctric Light,
Trippy Existenice , Mystical Vison,
Indigo Star Seed, Silocybin Bar **** Don’t Drink No Bar Scene,
Just Romance & Hold Hands,
Psychelic Acesion , Free From All Tesnion,
Illumanited With A Sphere, Here To Raise Questions,
Grave Yard Seconds, Immortal Stepping,
I Have Energy Inside Of ME , I Don’t Need No Weapons,
I’m Remedy Trancending Into Purity,
Tabs To Get A Lift,
ON Hearth To Heal For Real Raise The COnsoisness,
At My Highest Vibration , Government Hate It tHey ON To This,
**** It The Galactic Dimesnions SPonor This,
Honored With To Gift To Conqor Midst,
Strong As ****
I Let MY Ego Free To Fly Now Im Accomplishment
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC
She wears a fine cloak of mist
I take her hand and she leads me
through a forest of glowing eyes
the branches sigh
brushing and scratching against our naked legs
as the stars dance like fireflies
streaking magik against God's velvet canvas
I wonder where we are
and how the moonlight dances upon her silken hair
she stops to stare
and then I realise
it was me
all along
I was the girl with transparent skin
lithe and glowing from within.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
subterranean churning earthworm squirming boil-stirring ear-whirring storm burning up from the tar pit,
stomach bile buried in a sealed jar under the cockpit,
spitting neurotoxins into the fountain
conjuring black magik,
pull the barbed wire reigns tight against the lips,
committed to resist
word ***** and rambling lists,
unproductive backwards shift of hips lifting a cargo ship,
unpack the steel cages in fits,
and spurts,
letting the seven headed dragon
sit with the lamb,
clamoring hands
grasp for closure tying double-dutch knots
into lovers' hosiery,
hit the nail on the back of the head and it will cough up
the mystery of adjoining heavy things,
slip into an old dress to learn how it no longer fits your wings,
skinny dip into your heart's dark potion sifting
out ingredients made unnecessary,
drift into the eye of hurricaning dreams and stare blindly
into the epicenter,
unravel skin curdling things
to disassemble and recenter.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
There are two types of people, upon the earth today
One type is the Elect, God will not lead them astray
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Then there are the ****** their destiny is Hell
They are a walking lie! TRUTH they cannot tell
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“Christians” by and large, are the ****** and Lost
They preach “another gospel” [1], Truth they will accost
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Quite some time ago, one man wrote all this down
John Calvin was his name, his writings are still found
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But no no no this cannot be! "Free Will" is what we preach
Salvation’s NOT of God, this lie we always teach
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Do you think you will escape, the doom that’s soon to come
There are some Seals upon a Scroll, Seven is the sum
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There is a Lamb there is a Lamb, with Seven horns and eyes
He’s about to break the Seals, this will lead to your demise
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The time of "Jacob’s Troubles"…the Wrath of God for seven years
You will weep and wail and cry…bitter bitter tears
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But you’re a lovey-dovey “Christian”, you said the sinner’s prayer
You will fly away…meet your lord up in the air
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You’re religious **** That goes for your church too
You think you have “sound doctrine”, Ha! You haven’t got a clue
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But the Preacher said you’re saved, “not appointed unto wrath”
So you followed your dear Preacher, down the primrose path
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Unless you are Elect, you’ll both end up in Hell
The religion of the Devil, has cast its Magik spell
[1] 2nd Cor 11:4
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:26 AM UTC
Like Sonic to rings, the lord in Genesis, Sega eclipse
Casting dreams brings menacing Revelations, Omegas list
Hatching schemes late in the game, levitation's a *****
Matching extremes, screams pleasure in pain. Yes sadists exist
Exits bared and shackled, your gana take these hits.
The bars twisted contraptions you'll loose your dignity in
Sacrifice you to the gods, a Christians virginity sin
Mage practice in the dark, art is this Magik. Black eyes are raised.
Raised are eyes, Black Magik, this is art dark in the practice of a mage.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
She's magik
and I am spellbound
caught in a web
spun of her beauty in madness,
and if she would believe me
I would tell her that her eyes shine
brighter than the wheat fields
that glisten in the midday sun.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
The night she spills her sweet secrets
like dripping nectar
which collect like starlight in your hair,
as you sit and watch
wide eyed and amazed
at the wonders of the heavens above
they sparkle for you,
a spectacle
the magik of the cosmos
unfurling like the wings of an angel.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC