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"sorceries" poems
We shall launch our shallop on waters blue from some dim primrose shore, We shall sail with the magic of dusk behind and enchanted coasts before, Over oceans that stretch to the sunset land where lost Atlantis lies, And our pilot shall be the vesper star that shines in the amber skies. The sirens will call to us again, all sweet and demon-fair, And a pale mermaiden will beckon us, with mist on her night-black hair; We shall see the flash of her ivory arms, her mocking and luring face, And her guiling laughter will echo through the great, wind-winnowed space. But we shall not linger for woven spell, or sea-nymph's sorceries, It is ours to seek for the fount of youth, and the gold of Hesperides, Till the harp of the waves in its rhythmic beat keeps time to our pulses' swing, And the orient welkin is smit to flame with auroral crimsoning. And at last, on some white and wondrous dawn, we shall reach the fairy isle Where our hope and our dream are waiting us, and the to-morrows smile; With song on our lips and faith in our hearts we sail on our ancient quest, And each man shall find, at the end of the voyage, the thing he loves the best.
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The Voyagers
[Dedicated to Horace Sheridan-Bickers] A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life in its delirium of dances! The white world glitters in the void, and swims Through the infinite seas of transcendental trances. Yea! all the hoarded seed of all my fancies Bursts in a shower of suns! The wine-cup brims And bubbles over; I drink deep hymns Of sorceries, of spells, of necromancies; And all my spirit shudders; dew bedims My sight -these girls and their alluring glances! Their eyes that burn like dawn's lascivious lances Walking all earth to love -to love! Life skims The cream of joy. If God could see what man sees, (Intoxicating Nellies, Mauds and Nances!) I see Him leave the sapphrine expanses, The choir serene and the celestial air To swoon into their sacramental hair!
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Au Bal
Squelch into the deepest puddles where sadness echoes her silent heart across physiological plateaus of numbness. Can I have permission to permeate your being whilst plantations convey their sorceries beyond seeming sophistication? We must interact beyond the realms of that which is anticipated. I am sincerely grateful for those broken hemispheres of discrimination, because we are lost within the parameters of being found.
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
Intragalactic Coitus
Hey crow! Where Venus infers such that glass is TheHollow shell of tortoise blossoms oozing the Nyrous tips of incredulous sorceries, felt from oozing blue tears. The shapes are scented for you, the wands of new beginnings that carry you on. Leopards. Sunrises. Footsteps and madmen. Blitzkrieg harkening the weather's ovivorous lightning bursts to shake one's ears. White-colored hermine heroines throttled and wet with shades of gear. Small ranchito shrubs goose-pimple my skin, my hide; and shake this moon. Sway, into the early sun. Burning close to me.
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
Murders of Crow
You work with your soul And they steal with their eyes And they take with their hands As they hear all the plans you don't have… The most ungraceful walker you've ever seen But when it comes to talk, your tongue's tightrope is a beam And no matter how heavy and hysterical I breathe I can't blow your feathered phonics from this slippery scene There's a laser in the lotus No proof, but somehow I know this And the only thing keeping me alive Is giving you fuel for your sorceries and sapphires That you cover up with jobs, drugs and flat tires As the eggs in your head run amok on the wire There's a laser in the lotus No proof, but somehow I know this And you work with your soul And they steal with their eyes And they take with their hands As they write down your plans I don't know anything, so I'm told, so they blame me I don't know anything, so I'm cold, and I'm crazy All I know is a thing I was told in the haze of Lost control, and it was that I was, so **** lucky to be Exhaling above ground, above water So my feet fled, but still fighting is my head Gutted and bled, and now Every friend is a cop with a chess kit Every friend is a cop with a chess kit Heart's glow is gone but with blood I'll manage Still I can't repent without knowing the damage
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 7:00 PM UTC
The Laser in the Lotus
*my love, you have nothing to fear save the fear you harbor... and the beast behind you with your name scratched on it's tongue like a thumb in a **** you have me at my very worst of late as well as my conjuring of a better man than I. the sorceries of introspection and my lucid inner light. your pigeon holes are raven squares storming a brilliant darkness that has but one pair of lost souls. and nothing else to spare. you fit where the war has a peace as our worlds collapse in sunshine and the narrow luxury to mourn the death of such a wish from such a heart... with it's own mind. yes we roost in the empty caverns of our needless fight and humble none the shadows there that troglodyte. i love you more than all of this and pray the same you might. i wish upon a star that fell and found it in your eyes. and yes I know I know, I know.... I know it fell from mine.*
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
Your Pigeon Holes Are Raven Squares
Fortify this Amozanian square, Wherith Baldheads are anguished, No other place shall compare!!!! Altered skin wearers, Sleeve wearing tribesmen!!! Amourostity don't leave me to far gone, Showeth me love, Showeth me loving kindness, Shower me thy grain!!! And thine finess.... Fruition comes suddenly, Studdingly the airs wind stays chill, Dead/lock exhibitions of fan fare latitude!!!! A blonde chapter of northern affairs, How changeable is ones man I can smile!!! Defilement she hath seen, Derider, Non abider, Doesn't fit on thine circuited scene... What a guise to all wherin whom sleep!!! Guardeth thy soul, Their mind is of allotrope, You'll whimper as they weepeth!!!! Flourisher, Nourisher of nutrientral push!!! Snappish, Irenic, lover of pre school books!!!! Sorceries own solvent, Dissolvent of surmise talk, Your a new age Delilah thou fresh smelling mucosa you!!!!!
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
Amazonian shelter...
Fortify this amazonian square, Wherein Baldheads are anguished, No other place can compare!!! Amorosity, dont leaveth me to far gone, Showeth me love, Showeth me loving kindness, Showeth me thine grain, Showeth me thy fineness!!! Fruition cometh suddenly, Stunningly the air's wind stays chill, Deadlock exhibitions of fan fare latitude!!! A blade chapter of northern affair's, How changeable is her manikin smile!! Defilement she hath seen, Derider, Non abider, Doesn't fit thy circuit scene!!! What a dream to all whoso sleep, Guard thy soul, Her mind is gold, Youll whimper as she weeps!!! Flourisher, Nourisher of nutriential push, Snappish, Pacifist, Lover of pre schooled books!!!! Sorceries own  solvent!!!! Dissolvent of surmise talk!!! Your a new age Delilah thou fresh smelling pedal thou!!!!
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
Amazonian shelter
Hyphenate thy walking ground, your thy hunger of slumbered town's, you fenced in doer!!! You rider of wild waves, homogenous to honeycomb's taste of thine hydrogen of implorations!!! Impotent words turn potent to imply further instruction, Farther corruption comes, Easier the raindrops flow! Idle all your masteries to thine miseries, Your sorceries likely unknown!! I'm impoverish beyond belief, Beyond thy receipts of studded diamond jewelry I have found!!! Manifest questor, You fancy and plain dresser's, Arr thou lucratively winning? Or art thou just beginning to lounge into modernized gain? Marauders bones turn to sauder, As Mardi gras is now the countries front page... Marvel martyr's so penitent to past and present sin!!! Pensioner's live in penthouse, While ourn world copes to its end.....
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
fog delay
Three and four times Delved down in the mind Wether their dreams or another's They did not know for sure Somewhere in those depths Of distant realities and mindless dreams Lies the greatest truth of all Which is what those beings sought Once human but no longer Did they search their dreams And the dreams of sleeping gods To secure that ancient knowledge But the further their sorceries brought them The madder they became Until nigh all of them succumbed To a dark sickness of the mind Trapped within those lost and sable dreams Do those inhumans yet remain Having forgotten the very thing Their broken minds searched for Should you encounter one of them Those ancient weavers of dreams Be careful that you are not also dragged down Into that madness along with them
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 6:16 PM UTC
The Dreamweavers
Father I pray to you Cause truly i don’t know what else to do The devils a liar But I am a fighter Fighting for your kingdom Fighting for things that are higher If you are willing Hear me out My baby sis is thristy She’s in a drought I pray for living water to flow Fill her up so she can hurt no more She needs you I need you We need you Reveal yourself to her She needs to see you See who you truly are Look at my hands Don’t you see the scars Death has lost its sting With you is where we need to be Jesus come back and finish the story Life without you is really boring I will fight till there ain’t nothin left They did not repent of their murders Or their sorceries Or their ****** immorality Or their thefts Don’t they know That the blood can make them clean Believe in me and I’ll give you life ETERNALLY
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
Fighting for the kingdom
As the Unseelie Court enchants the just torment Either of Heaven or Hell upon the Eleven Trooping Aristocracies to pay Ichor, the whole zero sum of all passions The Great Chains of Gaia: Derekh ha-Shemoth, Liosalfar and Dockalfar; The Image and The Similitude- Existence and its Expenditure become of mind quintessense. However, the sensitiveness of the soul finds providence In blessed feer, propounded a reward unparalleled if One could be prized 'The Last Standing, Not Falling', Beyond the Infinite Way an Ipsissmus Of the eight Sha'are 'Orah sorceries that the wind bloweth Where it listeth to grant thee power unto the ages, Gods' corporeal even-tide: The Sword That Keeps Eden! ELEETE J MUIR
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Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 12:34 AM UTC
Mawkin's Dreaming