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

If safety's an illusion, it's the best trick in the book.
If love's a game, then who makes the rules?
Can I spend my nights ankle deep on sandy beaches,
just trying to find Orions belt?
What if I just whisked myself away on a breeze?
I could flow through the atmosphere,
faster than a jet engine,
louder than a thunderstorm,
stronger than steal.
Or what if I fell in with the waves?
I could crush, crash and roll till my heart explodes.
The sound of my breath alone could make the mountains
shake with concern.
Perhaps I could be infinite.
I could prop myself right up in the stars and talk to god.
I could say "It's beautiful up here." and he could just smirk,
knowing that we're the only ones that know.
Maybe I could just congregate with the street lights and
pretend we were the very stars themselves.
We could believe what ever we wanted.
We would never have any problems finding Orions belt.

Was it luck as I was awe-struck?
It is said that these gleaming falling stars are UFOs
It is also said that at times when UFOs land they then become IFOs... They come to fetch a king as the king dies
Sending him home to distant skies

OR was it merely a sign that the Pleiadians have landed?
Or other races beyond, from Lyra to Procyon
not to mention the bellicose Orions
we wouldn't see this of course
as all that would be would be what isn't and what isn't would be what it truly is
Living in Alice and her wonderland
We see politics and earthly government
but the point is to hide exo-politics, Councils and Houses

We would be asleep when the unseen god is an emperor of just one constellation
We would be asleep as the centre of the Universe serenades Gaia
We wouldn't see as Nihahua engages Sol
We wouldn't see as Tiamat rises to the fourth dimension for we would think we are asleep

We would think of raptures holy as they are protocol to transport souls to other planets
Yes advanced some are as they are 4D others even 5D
and a means of exchange not being money
so that makes our planet a child you see
These things you wouldn't know as they are cleared by the MIB's
These things you wouldn't know when mediums or channelers form religions
These things you wouldn't as hybrids and starseeds form religions
These things would seem ridiculous for you are programmed
You wouldn't know what to believe for restricted are tools to examine
You wouldn't know what to concoct when access to information is limited
It said some serve the upliftment of humanity
I'm talking about the Andromeda Council and Christos Council

From Babylon to Rome
Or was it from Atlantis to Mu then Ur? Before the Annunaki went to Sumer
From Rome to the whole world
Was it Nibiru which heaven was?
Are we really living in Star Wars?
Are we ruled by Star Lords?

Are we humans trying not to be aliens?
Or are we aliens trying to be human?
The strongest angel ever created, the weakest
a sad day in heaven
the angel of light then brought darkness
Not a mystery why light is sought after and its essence

I saw a falling star
Some are abducted, sexually indulged and barred
They are ridiculed in society as they are told that's how insanity starts
There are people who go missing in caverns, not knowing that they would be genetically manipulated and brainwashed
There are communicators of divine knowledge
They are called lunatics who feed ludicrous knowledge
We wouldn't know the difference for we are trapped in matter
We wouldn't care for the physical is all that would matter
From the Els to the Yahweh consciousness
From the Serpent gods to Sorcerer kings and Priest kings
Do we know where it all started?

Religion would be coded astronomy
The movement of stars, astrology
if we knew the galactic anthropology
We wouldn't think we are alone
Science fiction would present technology
Linear time would be no more
Wormholes the doors
The Ark of The Covenant a device used as a good weapon
We would know all and more of this if we saw more falling stars
We would know more of this if we weren't kept busy by the masters
We would know more of this if we stopped thinking we are free
Then we'd know who we are and where we are going
to that place of all knowing.

I get out of my tent and brave the crisp frigid air,
The crystal clear skies all but beckon to me,
I see into forever an envisioned trance of stare,
This is the endless realm that was here for all to see.
Every last star sparkling,  Orions belt,
Even small stars are clearly set in stone,
To see what was beyond the unknown
Or how it all made sense the way I only felt alone,
To others so vain who want to do nothing but rob,
Rob her of creations, of all of her treasures, to make
Away with precious truths, take away what's
Left of the mysterious innocent love and pleasures.
To see her coming back to life like a sparkling
Phoenix rising in that gorgeous night sky,
This is what it means to be here, grasping this flash light,
Heading for a dark enough place so I can be farthest from
The blaring bright man-made light,
In a moment one can only imagine why
There is such an open loving sky,
In a world of death and decay, of war and hate,
Of madness, still innocence here remains. So alive...
To see the beginning of the end, to see all this
Under the vast and endless night sky, sparkling
Like glittering gems in her adventurous, playful eyes.

She is in love with the stars
All the unknowns, the expanse of the sky,
Tells me about the everything and nothingness,
Most times I don't really understand
Too infatuated with her eyes, wide and gleaming,
Twin Orions,

I try to explain to her my love affair with words
The everything and nothingness they hold
Recently her skies have been flooding my pages,
All the blacks and blues that hang high above
Staining my notebooks cover to cover

The moon cracks and blooms.
Its grey nowhere to be seen,
It shawls itself with a bleak cloud.

The floating pearl biscuit
Busily dictates orions and dippers.
One travels, and people start wishing.

They are hopeless: the people and their pretentious wishes.

The jackfruit tree bears only death: dead leaves, thorned fruits.

Under the nocturnal skies,
It is the great witch.
Silent and black. It is voiceless.

Shalini Nayar
© 2002

When my ear first orbited your throat
to listen for a roaming balloon of nestled flesh
I heard trailer home hollowness
in copper vein pipes.
You draped a scarf over your superglued
neck, telling me it was normal to fistfight
death at 35.
On Dad’s desk, your weight breathed feebly
inside a sandwich bag. At night
its nuclear green cast Orions across our ceiling.
I never knew what real stars looked like,
while you had completely forgotten.

Years later,
in the dark of our 17-acre home,
you handed me your thyroid in its bag
swimming in opalescent fluid
and you looked at Polaris for the first time,
as that same glow painted the Big Dipper
on neighboring snowbanks.
I dropped the bag on the dry rot porch.
We heard your cancer flatten to a deflated bicycle tire,
sweating from death,
watched through squinted eyes as its glow turned
from hazardous neon to cinder.
It dried in the moonlight,
a forgotten, frostbitten raisin,
and our eyes readjusted to the perpetuating darkness.

I saw it then like a long constellation
line connecting star to forehead.
It had been a lie before,
but the North Star is truly the brightest
in the sky. We looked through its surface
underneath the star’s skin to its heart space,
and we realized that Polaris can only be seen
when thin plastic holds inside
damaged shadows of family
dinners bathed in deionized salt,
where I ponderously stared at the ****
in your esophagus, drawn with knife
like ruby crayon into office paper.

Drug Sub War
The drug sub became the new menace
Replacing the Toyota engined powerboats
And outdated drug running planes that got splashed
Sleek, able to travel underwater
More than the semi-submersible craft
Using a snorkel like **** U-Boats did
A group of foreign designers made them
Contracted by the drug cartels
To make an almost undetectable vehicle
Costing millions fitted with both low and high tech gear
Like GPS, night and day camera periscope and more
Able to dive at will hundreds of feet below
Remaining silent under battery power
But they didn't realize how persistent the US Navy was
Who specialized in hunting subs and now had a new opponent
Not Red China or Neo Soviet enemy subs hunting American carriers
It was Narco Subs from Central and South America
Each one carrying between one and eight tons of drugs
Pure Class A narcotics to **** North American youth
The US Navy used P-3 Orions, P-8 Poseidens and anti-sub choppers
To find the stealthy subs and take the appropriate measures
Calling destroyers and frigates who chased the subs down
Forcing them to surface with small depth charges
When drug sub crews fought back with machine guns
The navy sank them with all available weapons
For this war war, a war of innocent versus guilty
On the ocean no law court was needed...

we out run the streetlights at dusk
clicking on overhead
raining urban-orange rays
with the dying day

hang a tight left down the alley
dodging car mirrors and hoses
orions belt preaches purity
hovering above the city
black winter skies
wind riled up
whipping cigarette butts
and plastic cups
leaves stain inky brown corpses
in the stairwell
quickly
please
my hands are gonna freeze
get your keys from your
used peacoat and
shoulder slam the front door
we burrow in the basement
kicking off shoes i collapse on the couch
warmth wine ****
in abundance
my slumping tired shoulders hear
your laughter from the kitchen
and long for you

come caress me gently.
you've waited so patiently
for me and my vials of venom
roaches are trickling in from the ceiling
and i might really love you

This dream this war this shadow wholly pondered for
Echoes in the Giants well
Begins its have and delves in need
Glistening in breathing drifts
Snow like feathers cast from fingertips
Hunger quaking in the heart of man
Simple deeds reverse this selfish plan
His eyes his mind his deafening signs
All fall
as his hands palm lifts
And seeks the pull of indifference
Shadowed thoughts and mirrored wealth
The tragedy of paradox was never felt
Like this before
And never will again, again
For strength and song the delicate dismisses wrong
The turn of earth her ghostly hair
Lain like shadows over ice and swept with air
Seasons drift and mend the scorn
A Distant world ressurects the storm
For truth and justice I resist
Heaven hides her golden head
For more to leave gone is the guess
Her enshambled riddle pounds it's fists
In fierce dissection weather strains
Like DNA in cosmic fits
Her tooth all caught on writted skin
The lost majestic rhyme their kin
With hopeless tragic stories rhythm
Gone the cost of indeterminate freedom
Underneath his school of thought
Lied the angle down and never bought
The answers hidden the code reversed
The second hand believers curse
The tragic thirst for sentenced bans
The belt of stars Orions hands
Truth unsanctified and freely given
Her moon well hides her violent vision

I’ve been solitude’s
Groupie,
Clamoring behind
The long caravan of days,
Looking for
Vast,
Shore-like time
To stretch
Before my pen,
Like a nightingale’s muse
Utopian cravings
Of naked lyrics,
Fresh born and
Salient as the sea,
Washing,
Over tumbled fragments
Of being,
Pulled congruent
From the itching grains,
Of memories
Still inside their shell
I’ve ached to find that
Pearly stone,
In a frozen tundra
Lost to all sounds
But breath.

But, Time,
Gives flotsam and jetsam, Bumper car reality,
As I sit, in the crook of his elbow
Fumbling pens, and pages.
Incongruent thoughts like cluster galaxies I long to name,
But haven’t the moments to take a true likeness
Into the mirror’s chamber, before I’m ****** upon some other vista.
Race cars, and sirens, and something lost in the noise.

While I shift my balance
In order
To name,
These moments.
These Orions and Pleiades,
Frothy in the soup of beginnings,
And ends,
For they are my constellations
In the wide wonder
Of noisy breaths,
So half-kept
And unclean,
They face the page
In the jam-stained smile,
Of an impish motion becoming
Something.
And this verse,
Supposing at first
To stroll down one path,
Has chosen instead-
To laugh,
To be jangled away,
By the in-play
That fraction-moment’s make,
When side by side
They stay
Glorious
In change embraced,
Chaos unashamed.
So that poetry
So naively sought
has not the name
but all the heart.

This dream this war this shadow wholly pondered for
Echoes in the Giants well
Begins its have and delves in need
Glistening in breathing drifts
Snow like feathers cast from fingertips
Hunger quaking in the heart of man
Simple deeds reverse this selfish plan
His eyes his mind his deafening signs
All fall
as his hands palm lifts
And seeks the pull of indifference
Shadowed thoughts and mirrored wealth
The tragedy of paradox was never felt
Like this before
And never will again, again
For strength and song the delicate dismisses wrong
The turn of earth her ghostly hair
Lain like shadows over ice and swept with air
Seasons drift and mend the scorn
A Distant world ressurects the storm
For truth and justice I resist
Heaven hides her golden head
For more to leave gone is the guess
Her enshambled riddle pounds of it's fists
In fierce dissection weather strains
Like DNA in cosmic fits
Her tooth all caught on writted skin
The lost majestic rhyme their kin
With hopeless tragic rhythm
Gone the cost of indeterminate freedom
Underneath his school of thought
Lied the angle down and never bought
The answers hidden the code reversed
The second hand believers curse
The tragic thirst for sentenced bans
The belt of stars Orions hands
Truth unsanctified and freely given
Her moon well hides her violent vision

==========================
One winter night
You came in my life
when I was cold and alone

you are a gift to me
without any oasis
without any river
without any Orions light
without any sun
but
you are melting the ice
you're all the music
all the poems and
all the foods
Taste buds
after some guilty pleasures
illicit seduction stunning display
you make me king of your kingdom
Ever since
I have never been the same

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Look down on my dangerously, Orions Belt.
My heart is roaming wild and free.
My body is wanting late and wet.
Life starts to spin wildly out of control
I realize how steady you kept me,
   how cool and collected.
I miss your scent, I miss you holding me when my legs were weak.
But I've missed this rebel inside of me.
This careless, cool, collected mess.
And so, I turn up the music,
   so my thoughts are quieted, but one.
I wake up early to open my eyes and still my body.
I run, I run and I run to pound the pavement
and to lose all the sadness of not missing you.
Because I finally realize, I am missing someone,
and its not you, Riley.
I miss him. I miss his hands of home.
But I think he's gone from me, I think its to late.
The lonely whispers, "Yes, its to late."
  as the wind blows through.
But, the sun shines, "Yes! Tell him!" as it causes my skin to glow.

I was tip-toeing across the galaxy
trying not to lose my balance on any particular star.
balancing carefully, chasing the thought of you
Your trails are complex in my imagination and
I search the hazy halls of confusion.

Crossed Orions belt twice,
for imaginary luck!
My only consolation is
we are somewhere in this same universe
Though never sure which plane
I catch a glimpse of your colours...
I speed through space and time, there!
again! a glimpse near that star!
must be where you are!

I race towards that sun,
the hope dying well before I reach it
a feeling so hollow
I want my soul encased,
to feel the physicality of my pain
that I can clutch something tightly
and find some small relief
from this sub conscious form

I miss The heart flutters,
the skin tingles,
the aching ****...
My flesh long burned away
from a particularly messy passing
though welcomed,
you had gone,
and I wanted to be too.

But now?
Oh, how I ached for its responses,
for the comfort in the finite form.
This existence is one of a consciousness
willing itself into creation
The form of all born.

All the knowledge of existence
in all it's forms,
reduced here to Pathetic words
of an inept language
naive and incapable
of the divine expression of love.

In truth there is only one emotion.
The categorisation too limiting,
so gladdened to be free
of the immature understanding.
All is one and one is all,
the same as creation=existence.
But even here in this enlightened state,
The control of existence is unknown.

I hear the faint echo of the naively called 'father'
"Why do you still go against my creation?
Why will you not follow
what I have spent eternity
labouring over for you?
Must you hurt me this way?
Must I continue to watch you
burn tragedy through all existence?"

My dear Devine source,
I respond in conscious
forgetting the source hears me
You could never show me colours like my beloved.
Will you not ever just once,
allow this grand expression?
You and your tyrannous rules!?
must i prove the impossible,
that this existence is wrong!
there must be a better way!?

The source feels further
and I feel like the stars are shining less.
The good and evil in me balance, yet,
the one emotion
propels me to every corner of every star,
my birth is eminent
and I want to make a soul agreement soon.

Frantic!

I must find you!
This is beyond the realms of creation.
This is less than existence
There must be more,
I traded home for you.
Will you not come?
Will we ever prove
that within the confines of existence,
there is something new?
something meant for just me and you?

Frantic!

Manic!

My star has risen.
My Mother Earth calls.
Another eternity away from you
chained in my earthly walls.
Sub-conscious.
Conscious.
Soul panic.
The One.
Lost
amother painful
Existence...

without you.

The singer from the Bowels, Kang and the black
point with black beans, chocolate beans and abuses,
more wells end in Africa. African, beginning
The new Latinas. Jose smiled, and became cold
and obscene. Marisa Jang Gogwe 3 Dogs **** star
Brook Extremely soft to launch the **** protocol
and then ïdiro'āri Orore mororēni yešek'eyeteli pekino
toy doll, toy with a cloth and wrapped in the presence
of soft **** and julule Lebehile in London is presented
partly in the background, Cross Hor, DPI
and genigigenigi Super Dan, the Danish island
hunter has been legalized as a Russian *******,
Alice Knox whispered and kissed on his mouth.
Alt subtitle Kat Monroe Dolls drooling and fake
bonuses. Doll Show. Sample of voice In the dance,
Salomé was completely destroyed and confronted.
At 18 years of age, the scene of the sky that Mandy
cut and lost in her belly to fresh animal and ****;
**** Latina DOD in the stomach,
licking her to member of gunpowder and surgery.
Brushes for Orions 4 Care for Dad and Fresh Noodles
18 Mandy Sky is dead and she lost the final thought!
Marissa Jean DP, before the DP faces three points
and the first chronometer is delivered to Gaggers;
Gaggers Must Nicolas. Black women, France, red,
mother's party, woman, night, beautiful Afrikanida,
Asia and Africa of America. DeBraska Africans in
Germany, long hair and military fire in the war.
Bad Vanquette Air Trail, Canadian History of Canada.
Since then he has been in France. Morning Moon
brings American products to the store. Funeral
gifts, dream gifts for adult Roman emperors,
German purity in the District of Columbia,
acid-alien designs, foreign songs, melodies of peace,
weddings, slave groups, Chinese conversations,
the churches, the dogs, the wild life and Spanish
Spain, killed on the peninsula. Sleep
with the old and rich gardens and the great radio
- Zero Synonini. Enjoy the popular Japanese
drama in the Windows Media PC image of PC
Music Image from PC; Tianmi as popular
as music or animal health, brain, vitamins,
children, books, smiles, sky Japanese
dramas. The alphabet, mystery, mystery,
black dress, Owen County is confused
with the door of the company. The truck
is a yakkik truck, clear sand, bright
Oxford Leipik brakes, English saloon
haircut, goddess of soccer *****,
and western halal regions.
Africa wants African continents
and Indian merchants to seek
integrated positions. STUDIO
Paul left to star in the kitchen
without knowing the stars of the Pacific
Ocean. Jack Spunking, full screen
and full color envelopes, but they
are puppets in the post office
of George and Giorgos. The taxi
can feels like a cigarette when
stickers are used. Arnold Meike
was beaten with shoes, farm implements
and toys. Mothers and daughters
of American woods. It allows red
commerce. One night Sunday service
of African music. America is dead;
American gold, Europe is warm.
You must have four mills
Does the Asian bomb want to change?
For a short time About Canada and JHM
Em Eden and Thomas Bar
Mormon, for a Christian, it's very hot.
People and your drink are popular.
Little city; Four tubes
The one is not mine.
Cream Father, do you love him?
European laughter
Google End B options: To be continue
Tvrwjil Italy or Sinai: Chorus.
Marco, Wanda, first With all your heart,
you cannot say it.
Miracle of Delaware
Saudi Arabia:
Today in Belgrade
Sound systems:
With me Music is available
in Saudi Arabia.
OC Cyberstarter,
The museum of Athens,
Is not difficult. The singer
of Bowes Kang and the black point
with black beans, chocolate beans
and the abuse of more wells in Africa
The new Latina Toss Jose smiled
and became cold and obscene. Marisa
Jang Gogwe 3 Dogs **** star Brook
Extremely soft to launch the ****
protocol. And then ïdiro'āri Orore
mororēni yešek'eyeteli pekino toy
doll toy with a cloth and wrapped
in the presence of soft **** and julule
lebehile in London presented partly
as background, Cross Hor, DPI and
genigigenigi Super Dan, the Danish
island hunter has been legalized as a Russian *******, Alice Knox whispered and kissed her mouth.                                            Alt subtitles Kat
Monroe drooling and secret doll
bonuses. Doll Show Doll. Sample
of voice In the dance, Salomé
was completely destroyed
and confronted. At 18 years of age,
the scene of the sky that Mandy
cut and lost in her belly to fresh
animals and **** Latina; DOD
in the stomach, licking her member
of gunpowder and surgery. Brushes
for Orions 4 Care for Dad and Fresh
Noodles 18, Mandy Sky is dead
and she lost the final thought! DP Ma.

mó grá
mó réalta
u don't know how much u fumbled
saw the stars in ur eyes
orions belt on ur cheek
i saw every bit of good in u
even now i do
u fumbled and I fell
i helped u up
is mise fuilteacha
is mise briste
Agus tusa freisin?