"magus" poems
Glass ball rotates in gypsy hands
Fortunes told of master plans
yet darkness looms behind the cloak
Untruths in words she never spoke
Laughter crackles from hollow holes
Sights unseen in distinctive roles
Light appears then dims to shade
The jagged edge of a lovers blade
She twists the cards and they reveal
The saddened loss of last appeals
Hangman, Magus, Prince of wands
Shackles tied in tireless bonds
Blatant hurt from heathen cry
Today I choose the time to die
Credence blurts it last farewell
The journey begins out of hell....
Jun 4, 2010
Jun 4, 2010 at 11:50 AM UTC
Oh my God, I forgot
how ******* amazing Manga
is and I wonder can't
Remember why I ever stopped
reading it tickles then torments
my sensitive nature and
reminds me
I am a romantic when
my green grows and swells
resonating from her hand on
his coat or her resounding
"I belong to him" sound
It sounds like drivel:
to need so little as a trope's
grip of some coat in a storm
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
Just call me Fish-Sparrow
from atop ten mountains
the dream king of the fountain
guardian for the Light
I am the hermit hangman
balancing with butterfly wings
The Liger with dragon fire
Dancer of four thousand winds
I am yin to mother yang
the light and shadow's bane
the butcher and the lamb
reclaiming God's tears from Cain...
I am Magus, Gossamer prince
Eye of phoenix slayer of sphinx
Harbinger of goddess / kissed
the one who fell to transcend this
I am the clay you shape
the gift of future days
Buddha's peace / grandfather's tree
the secret sword & way
Fish-Sparrow Dream King
Eye of O, Bane of Ys
Lion whom slayed the serpent sphinx ;
to no one I am nothing
A simple poet for the Beloved
A new day's Spring.
I am tomorrow / her Lion king.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
We are all talking much louder
Than your shoulders can translate
There are escaped sovereigns hiding from
Modern anthems of star spangled spasms
Underneath our hearts there are cars and cartridges
Condoms and consoles coiled around our flagpoles
We are through being told what not to do
So whenever we fool around with tiny tyrants
Please know that we are talking about you
And I am supplying your mind with ecstatic silence
In order to finance these fading fitness regimes
And measure your symbols in systematic struggles
We are all insignificant bundles of nerve fibers
Hoping to one day be born again
As an alchemical magus fluent in many languages
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
i confess it takes
one word from you
to touch me still
while the world grows silence
until there is only you
and your word
blood surges like lava once more
to my dormant volcanic heart
still, i am wise and realize
your word from the recipe for surprise:
the season of silence and absence
ripened time and choice words
in the garden of our distance
into this fruit, plucked harvest
i am not a magus, only an alchemist
as i decipher the chemicals and elements
trace parts and exact measures
as i draw symbols and mental lines
for the ritual to transform your surprise
to reveal the face and name that it hides
because your words are not you
nor am i the words i reply
laced with a chameleon’s skin
for the end that has happened,
for the new season that reins
this naked earth and sky
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
Magus Alexander McNair
Son of Autumn
play your lute
summon the seasonal offering,
my shephered.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC