Poetry from The Great In-Between: September 2023

Thursday, September 28, 2023

The Sword of Spirit

(A lone voice whispers.)

Do you need some soul medicine to heal

Do you need something immortal

Like an untouched

Sword of Spirit

To open up

A pathway

To a new portal

To reach the very Nexus

Of you

To an infectious unseen world

Of unforgettable words

And verbs

A high precipice to skydive from

If you can hold

Your nerve

Into the Great Beyond

A world of transitions

Incarcerations

Bonds of

Hope

Lost hope

Broken hearts

Needing to cope

Pain and reconciliation

But above all

Above all things

At the very core

Art

Art to do more

Art to really delve deep

Into where your dart

Lands

On your dartboard

Of hidden lands

So if your heart needs healing

A meanings to cope with

Maybe

Unreciprocated feelings

As your heart beats

Heavier and heavier

Looking for release

From its heavy work

To climax

And explode

As old emotions

Are uncovered

And explored

Just look to the pen

Or keyboard

And the Almighty

Your version

Of the Lord

Will anoint you

With these words

To be restored

Benedict tibi puer meus

(Bless you, my child.)

To help heal the scars

From wounds

Other eyes

Can never understand

Or perceive

For it's why you were

Given words

To weave stories

That must be conceived

To cleave

Any invisible

Pain

That must be relieved

Maybe in poetry

For

Sometimes

Rhythm and rhymes

Makes it easy to take up our Swords of Spirit

And fight against our mortal and immortal enemies

But even though sometimes our strength is not enough

To last into the night

When facing ordeals

We can find comfort

In knowing God is by our side

Helping to steer

Our wheels

For

Romans 8:31 says

“What, then, shall we say in response to these things?

If God is for us, who can be against us?”

I encourage you to take up the sword of the spirit in your daily life.

Remember that God’s Word is the ultimate truth and that we can stand on His promises.

With God on our side, we are unstoppable."

(C)

Tuesday, September 26, 2023

Peter

(A lone voice whispers.)

I could be the last thing

You'll ever see

If you're worthy of bathing

In the Holy Sea

When the great cleansing fire

In here

Comes

For there can be no true soulful redemption

Without suffering some form of pain

For that first spark of sorrow

No matter how big or small

Can help shape all your tomorrow's

And unspoken questions

Such as

Will you rise or fall

Kneel broken or stand tall

For all the cycles you ride

Within this simulated labyrinth

Where

You might hide

Defines all you are

Like festivals of the spiritual seasons

Appearing

Suddenly

Near or far

Without rhyme or reason

What says you

Do you want to see me into eternity

Waiting to unlock these gates

Or will you do good

Endure the soul's purge

And do something worthy

To be let in

For your place

Beyond the clouds

For The Almighty's Will

To be done

As you join the lines

Of our brave Angelic soldiers

To combat sin

For in these dark times

In Twenty

Twenty-three

The darkness is growing in tempo

Everywhere

You go

But with faith

In something greater

Light will prevail

And Darkness

Servants will be derailed

From prayers

By Angelic soldiers

Chanting

By drums

Beyond The Veil

Corpus et anima

sanguis Christi

Lucem nostram mittimus

Vincere

tenebris nocte

Passio Christi

Empower

Animas

Facere quid est

ius

haec nostra

domini

rogamus

Hac nocte

Gloria

alleluja

Gloria

alleluja

(C)

Translation

Body and soul

Blood of Christ

We send our light

To defeat

Darkness tonight

Passion of Christ

Empower

Souls

To do what's

Right

This our

Lord

We beseech

Tonight

Glory

Hallelujah

Glory

Hallelujah

Are You Experiencing The Dark Night of The Soul?

by Gregg Prescott
June 15, 2013
from in5d Website

Spanish version

At some point in your life, you will experience the 'Dark Night of the Soul' where it seems that everything that can possibly go wrong, will go wrong.

What many people fail to realize is that this is a true blessing.

The 'Dark Night of the Soul' occurs when your life appears to hit rock bottom. You may experience a plethora of 'bad breaks' in your personal life, financially, mentally and/or physically.

What typically happens during the 'Dark Night of the Soul' is that we get so pounded by all of these experiences that we end up reflecting on "Why did this happen to me?"

When The Cleansing Begins

At first, you may feel hatred towards those who contributed to your 'Dark Night of the Soul'.

You might question the Creator and feel as though your spirit guides and guardian angels have failed you. This couldn't be further from the truth. Eventually, you realize that you needed to experience everything that you went through in order to grow spiritually.

In time, you will end up surrendering yourself and your ego to whatever the Universe has in store for you as if it is all now in the "Creator's hands".

This is where the cleansing begins.

There is no coming to consciousness without pain. People will do anything, no matter how absurd, to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.
Carl Gustav Jung

Your Soul Contract, Guides and Guardian Angels

Before you incarnated here, you made a soul contract that involved everyone who led you to your 'Dark Night of the Soul'.

When you were on the other side of the veil, you specifically chose these people to help you grow spiritually. Some of these people may have also had previous karmic relationships with you in which you both needed to try to resolve in this incarnation.

Your spirit guides and guardian angels are with you every second of your life. When you feel pain and sorrow, they do too.

As much as they want to see you happy, they also realize that you need to experience certain life situations in order to grow spiritually. Every day, you are being guided in the right direction towards fulfilling your life's purpose and that guidance includes experiencing the 'Dark Night of the Soul'.

Letting go of our images of God can be terrifying.

It is often the result of an experience of suffering in our lives, when our previous understanding is no longer adequate to give meaning to what has happened to us.

When my mother died suddenly in my early thirties, I was thrust into the desert. All of my certainties about God and life were stripped away and I was left raw and frightened.

Many people offered trite words and shallow comfort in my grief, they were not willing to sit with me in the darkness, but only hoped to rush me through to a place of light.

This is the mystical experience of the "dark night of the soul," when old convictions and conformities dissolve into nothingness and we are called to stand naked to the terror of the unknown.

We must let the process move through us - one which is much greater than we can comprehend. We can never force our way back to the light. It is only in this place of absolute surrender that the new possibility can emerge.

We don’t just have one dark night in our lives, but again and again, as we are called to continue releasing the images we cling to so tightly.
Christine Valters Paintner

A Blessing In Disguise

The true blessing of the 'Dark Night of the Soul' is the spiritual cleansing that you receive.

When you have reached 'The Dark Night of The Soul,' you have reached your lowest point in this incarnation.

To that I say, "Congratulations!" From this day forward, your life will take on a new meaning as you begin to understand why everything HAD to happen the way it did.

Once you come out on the other side of the 'Dark Night of the Soul' you will gain a new perspective and appreciation of what you had to go through and these experiences will exponentially magnify your spiritual progression.

Typically, many people will experience the loss of ego for the first time in their life during the 'Dark Night of the Soul'. This can be a very humbling experience.

We typically associate a title or our accomplishments with who we are but fail to see that ultimately, we are spiritual beings having a human experience. When we lose our ego, we can finally connect to our spiritual essence because we are no longer associating ourselves with society's preconception (or our own preconception) of who we are.

The 'Dark Night of the Soul' gives us a new sense of appreciation for all that is good in life and shows us how little we truly need to be happy.

But the most important aspect gained through the 'Dark Night of the Soul' is the connectedness we receive through our transformation of consciousness. It's as if you are given a new lease on life.

You stop blaming other people and begin to look within for answers. You learn forgiveness and gratitude.

You realize that you needed to have these experiences in order to get you pointed in a new direction that will facilitate your spiritual growth and life purpose.

"It is precisely because we resist the darkness in ourselves that we miss the depths of the loveliness, beauty, brilliance, creativity, and joy that lie at our core."
Thomas Moore
Dark Nights of the Soul

If You Are Currently Experiencing The Dark Night Of The Soul

If you are currently experiencing the 'Dark Night of the Soul,' I can assure you that there are much happier and fulfilling days ahead of you.

At some point, you should put your faith in the Creator's hands and know that you are always being divinely guided toward your life purpose. Look at where your life has taken you and what direction you are being shown to go.

Try to forgive those who have led you to The Dark Night of The Soul as well as forgiving yourself.

Don't try to force any immediate changes because they will come to you when you are ready. Sometimes during the dark night of the soul, the best thing to do is nothing and just live in the "now".

While it may not seem like it right now, the people who led you to this point are most likely part of your soul group...

On the other side of the veil, they loved you so much that they volunteered to lead you into the 'Dark Night of the Soul' if you ever got to the point of where you were veering from your life's purpose... even if it meant that they would no longer be part of your life during this incarnation.

The best way to look at the dark night of the soul is to compare it to a butterfly.

Before your dark night, you were a slow-moving caterpillar who was limited to a small area because of your lack of mobility. You didn't realize how much more you were capable of doing until you spun your cocoon. Once you emerged from your cocoon, you transformed yourself into a beautiful butterfly whose boundaries were limitless!

In this analogy, the cocoon is where you do "nothing" except going within.

You are on the verge of a spiritual transformation, so let go of your ego, surrender to the Universe and soon you'll be spreading your wings in flight!

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Monday, September 25, 2023

Therismos. The Harvest King.

(A lone voice whispers.)

Earth, wind, fire, sea and stone

Hear me

Therismos

The King of the Autumn Harvest

The burning sword sent to light the way home

Who was commanded to flood the Earth

With divine energy and hidden stardust

Before the Great Sowing of All Creation

As Starlight

Took flight

Before manifestation

Sends

Such treasures

To be gathered

And reaped

Before Winter

Descends

The Harvest Moon

Opens the doorway

To my kingdom

So I can find

My way

To bring forth

All things

Which must come

To an end

For I'm

The herald

Of the three living

Multi-dimensional cycles

Birth

Death

Rebirth

Spring

Autumn

Spring

All in between

Are just fragments

Like the white stag

Standing alone in the forest

Eluding hunters

Who want to be

Nourished

So know this

As long shadows rise

In the East

As cast by the West

What your world

Does now

Could call my

Sickle

To bring

The second cycle

Sooner than later

For the Creator

To rid the hallowed fields

Of all life's traitors

The dictators

Haters

And all those dark

Crusaders

For I am the bringer

The singer

Who knows

Where this world

Goes

Therismos

One of Cristo'

Unspoken heroes

Hidden behind the veil

Always

Watching in the shadows

At the necropolis

Of Osiris

At Abydos

(C)

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Sunday, September 24, 2023

The Voice of the Spirit Guide

Let my voice

Be the driving force

And divine noise

The supernatural heartbeat

To help you conquer and

circumvent defeat

Let my voice be the driving force

To summon happiness and love

Comparison and kindness

Conjured into your daily ritual

Through silent prayer

To help open up your tired eyes

To really see

Beauty and strength

Flowing everywhere

You go

Will you let my voice be the driving force

To empower and bless

You

In all

You feel

Compelled to do

For all I can say or do

Is pray you say

Yes

(C)

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Saturday, September 23, 2023

Dreams of Idh-yaa

Part 2 of Channeling H.P. Lovecraft.

(A lone voice whispers.)

Her ruby eyes

When she appeared knocking softly on my front door

Wore me out instantaneously with revolving shadows

Blooming with mystical colours of deep dreams

Echos of an unexplored multiverse

A place where unfulfilled desires and cravings linked to lust

Could be so easily dissolved and resolved

They whispered of archaic realms

Revolving around humanity

Like old satellites unseen

Twinkling with sparkling obsidian dust infused with a fervent red shimmer

Of something transmigrational

Something so mysterious and sensuous

That when she suddenly willed it to appear

You could sense it would be utterly insatiable

Her smile carried a hidden memorandum and invitation

That was inescapable

For with one look

You knew her courage was unshakable

She appeared to me like a ghost in the night

Offered me a sharp drink

To sink before our libidos began to fight

Her real name was truly a mystery to me

As I wait impatiently by the fireplace

At The Shadow and Key

For her return

But when I pause and reflect

Will I ever learn

And like so many before me

Will I come to eventually understand

That she's just one of the many saboteurs

Sent by the hidden Masters at Arms

Like wild-eyed birds as this world turns

Or am I just another blind fool

Looking for love

As the world stands at one minute to midnight

Before everything goes nuclear and everyone burns

At The Shadow and Key

My humble abode

By the raging blue sea

(C)

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The Hypnotic Black Brigade

For all the what-ifs and what for's

And all those crazy games

We once lovingly played

Including

Those forgotten ones

Maybe clumsily waylaid

And now carefully

Put away

Just know

They were always worth the price

Especially

Those now

With bowed heads

Standing shining

Proudly on parade

Waiting for my attention

To be fully vetted and paid

As jealous slow-moving shadows

In the background

Of a new life

Smile Laugh

And wave

Dancing a Mephistophelian jig

While

Listening to songs and sounds

Sung and made

By the Devil's

Own seductive band

The hypnotic

Black Brigade

(C)

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The tale of the Wandering Rose

(A lone voice whispers)

Remembering every single incredible memory

Of my old lover's name

Before the sun rises

Around the clock

I think is driving me slowly insane

As the night sky seems to smile

As it closes in

Each delicate syllable and dulcet tone

Rings and sends out such a resounding cacophony

And vibration of such a Trinity of Sin

Like a holy golden summoning bell

Been slowly rung

Emanating a frequency filled with Happiness

Togetherness

And Divinity

Tainted by visions

Lost in throes of bedroom depravity

As it spins around in that sacred kaleidoscope

Within my mind

Memories of smiles and kindness

Laying together talking for hours

Lost in a mysterious stillness

About life

The universe and all things in between

Holding hands in the darkness

Before all the cruel and unkind things in life

Came crashing in

Like Zeus's thunder and put out our beloved flame

Which we foolishly thought would be lit forever

So now I'm on this broken path

That I'm doomed to walk

To purge my soul of this madness

Trying to forget her

Since her soul left us

Old Henry and me

The best old hound dog to sit

With

Writing poetry

So Ma and Pa

I'm taking Old Henry and leaving this letter

Driving South

Heading somewhere

I'm pulled blindly to

A lonely secret location

After my own version of The Titanomachy

Towards a place deep in the Appalachian Mountain

I've seen in prophetic visions

A spot inside the darkest of unvisited woods

A place I known

From Dreamland

A place known as

The Land of the Black Crows in the deepest of Shadows

Where Old Gods of pagan mythology and weary Elementals gather to watch

Unknown actors dressed in sharkskin

Perform a twisted version of Dantes's Divine Comedy

Accompanied by a lone violin

A path known only to other poor kindred souls

When they're unconsciously invited by a strange magnetic pull

To The Land of the Black Crows in the deepest of Shadows

To watch strange sideshows to help dissolve their pain

After being spiritually wounded by one of Eros's many bows

Until nothing remains

Before they too pull on the Eternal Sharkskin suit

And take center stage as all the other broken

Stand from their seats and welcome Old Henry and me

Into their secret house of ill repute

A place where when painful emotions suddenly appear

They are shared and passed around

To be consumed

Like a strange-tasting forbidden fruit

By new friends

Who use its energies to welcome new followers

Who brave enough to take up the call and commute

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Channelling Marvin Gaye in 2023

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Channelling Marvin Gaye in 2023

(A sad voice sings)

Holy Father

Father

Send us a prayer

For there's too many of us

Standing by

So many cold graves

Crying

Holy Father

Father

We know

There's far too many of us

Suddenly dying

So I know

We've got to find a way

To bring some light

On what's

Happening today

So yeah

Holy Father

Father

We need to generate

Songs

Of debate

Debate

Before it's too late

And things start to escalate

For war

With the Red Bear

To cover up

The rise of sudden deaths

And cancers

Aint the answer

To cover-up

For big pharma

And all their

Necromancers

For only our power

Can conquer darkness

Before it's too late

Holy Father

Father

Give us strength

To generate some peace

To help us

Find a way

To shine a light

On the Media lies

Even though it

Aint allowed

With

No protest signs

For they beat you

With their sharp sticks

Of immorality

Holy Father

Father

What's going on

Pray

To help others

Open their eyes

Father

Sister

Mothers

Or brothers

To really see

What's going on

For everyone blinded

By their newspeak

Their dark music

And shout out

In the street

Or when you ask

Questions

Where you sit

You should trust the news

Not abuse it

Trust the news

Not abuse it

But we know its lies

What's going on

Sudden deaths

A rise in cancers

Heart attacks

What's going on

War in Russia

What's going on

Food crisis

Farming crisis

What's going on

Holy Father

Father

Help us find a way

To build a better day

Starting today

When we all know

What's going on

So we can all

Get along

And stop what's wrong

It's why I wrote this song

What's going on

So people know

What's really

Going on

Right on

(C)

The Voice of Eli

(A lone voice whispers.)

Like an army of unseen thieves

Wearing invisible black and red threads of divinity

You may steal

These words

As they are read

Into infinity

To remember old times of Beloved memories

Of the dead

You have my now declared permission

So go ahead

So like an army of invisible thieves

Wearing black and red threads of divinity

Fighting

Mentally

To stay alive

While living amongst

The living dead

Use these sacred words

As your literacy

Your Godhead

Recite after me

Silently

O sacrum

Fac me pacem et eripe me de tenebris

Da mihi vi opponendi fornicationem et tentationem

In omni- potenti nomine tuo

Amen

So they may fall like Autumn leaves

All around

The sacred grounds

Where you may sit or stand

And

Forever

Stay

As your beating band

Still plays

(C)

Translation:

O Sacred One

Bring me peace and deliver me from darkness

Bestow me with the strength to oppose immorality and temptation

In your Almighty name

Amen

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Friday, September 22, 2023

The Voice of Malachy

I've searched

So many once long forgotten rooms

Hidden in this cathedral of my mind

My old worldly kingdom

Looked in faded memory tombs

For freedom

Visited death and birth

Laughter and mirth

Mementos of life on Earth

Endless light

And dark cloaks

Worn by

Recollections

Of folks

Invoked

Now

I'm here

In this all consuming darkness

And as I reside

Sitting by this

Always burning

Old oak

The only truths

I now know

Sharpened by the Blacksmiths

Of Time's

Anvils

As it flows

It's why

My soul

Now bleeds

In rhymes

Looking down to the walking flesh coffins

Beyond

Filled to the brim

With greed and sin

Just awaiting a home

When gravediggers

Are summoned

By lone priests

To dig

I've watched love turn to hate and burnt to ash

As foolish lovers

Took the Devils cold cash

Looked upon empty bedrooms

As angels were cast out by new practices

From loving homes

Seen red roses

Crushed in concrete

To never regrow

As their leaves

Withered in sorry defeat

In snow

Saw Straw Men

In red clouds

Ride in

Smiling

To rain down on those

Praying to sin

But through it all

No matter how many

Pieces have to fall

Have faith

To break the bullpen

You'll know when

For one day

The true believers

Will stand shoulder

To shoulder

Arm in arm

And sing this

Our battle song

O LORD

Keep us

O LORD

Safe

From the wicked

O LORD

Protect us from storms of violence

O LORD

By planners

Hiding in the silence

O LORD

Come our Way

For

You are the Way

The Ford

Hear us

O LORD

Hear us

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah

Do you believe

You'll stand and sing

Arm in arm

When the Great Tribulation

Comes and

Begins

I hope so

For when the trials come

I'll look for you

To take

Your arm

To sing

O LORD

Keep us

O LORD

Safe

From harm

From the wicked

Protect us from storms of violence

O LORD

By planners

Hiding in the silence

O LORD

Come our Way

For

You are the Way

Hear us

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah

Glory Glory

Hallelujah

You are the Ford

Hallelujah

Glory Glory

O Lord

You are the Ford

(C)

Thursday, September 21, 2023

The Calling.

(A lone voice whispers.)

Run wildly

To me

My only love

Through all of life's wild woods

To reach my secret mountain glade

Come to your destiny

Join the parade

Of all the poets around me

As I stand chanting

In my circle of salt

Sending out spells to enchant and call to you

Each night

Even when you kneelled

Bowed

Cried

Smiled or prayed

For I still wait in these dark woods

Just hidden in the shade

Will you surrender and just come to me

Spiritually

For I will help you build a new poetic temple

With a gleaming white altar

As its centre piece

To absolve all your fears

With a baptism of words

In ink

Do you wish to enter into my Red Church

To sit

Kneel or perched

To be baptised and ordained

By its tear stained glass window panels

Will you walk through the ceremonial grey smoke that chokes

The normal folks

Who lack imagination

Past that enticing pit fires

Surrounded by Temptations

Many crowds of enticing liars

When you hear

Me calling

To finally cross the metaphorical wet sands and swim through the dark waters

To reach my mountains of emotions

Woodland glade

Where we can finally dance freely

Like Masonic Knights

On their Seventh Crusade

Amongst the deadly nightshade

And face the rise of the Full Winters Moon

Totally unafraid

As the rest of the world

Is falling

With the rise

Of a custom made

Remodeling

By concealed AI

Weapons of decay

(C)

Wednesday, September 20, 2023

The Call of The Ala--Kai

We burn

This

Rare and

Expensive DMT infused incense

Throughout all our inner temples

Here

In Tulsa

Oklahoma

To see with new

Eyes

Wide open

All Hidden

In-between

Here to the faint heartbeats

Controlled by the medulla oblongata

In the broken

Frequencies of Green

Come to us

Our Winter's Queen

From The

Frey Void

To speak

From Lands of Swirling Smoke

Above this

World's noise

Announce

Yourself

With music of pipe and ringing golden bells

As watching

Spirits

In shadow coats

Gather and Yell

Praise us

With your divine wisdom

To the beat

Of our higher self's

Drums

Ignite a furious flame

Within us

So we can

Dance in fever

And wildly run

Your blessed

Children

The Ala--Kai

Counting down

These Aquarius Days

In this Great Play

Of newer portals

And ancient ways

To be opened

Or reopened

So this incense

We light

Tonight

Throughout

This

Mid

September cold night

To tempt you

To call and stay

And walk

From In-Between

Spaces

Of fractured dreams

As we summon you

To learn

So appear now

We beseech

Goddess Diana

To reach

And teach

As these midnight candles

Burn

So mote it be

From all in-between

So mote it be

(C)

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Monday, September 18, 2023

Ty e Long Goodbyes

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Hosted by the effervescent +Shrikriti B.N.

Invited by many.

A prompt from a community I moderate of 39,000+ #poets on Google Plus.

The Lone Wanderer

I still miss her

Deep inside

Below

The facade

Bravado and jest

Deeper still

It's my unswallowable

Pill

The last time

I saw her

Was eight

At the

Piccadilly station

She seemed so

Happy

Carefree and full

Of smiles

That was

Ten years ago

Before she

Lost her patience

A sad indicator

Of how life changes and

Relentlessly flows

And the inner

Turmoil

That inevitably

Grows

She's gone now

To newer

Places

Met a new guy down

At York races

I'm still living

In a world

Of Long Goodbyes

A reverie of endless

Sonnets

From

Ever-growing souls

Who beseech and cry

22 NOVEMBER 2017

Sunday, September 17, 2023

The Midnight Voice

I can see

All the way from in here

The fate of the world is on a precarious knife edge

The black-robed vultures

Are gathering

In secret covens and lodges

For their Great Cull

Carefully planned and patiently waiting

On their gilded governmental ledges

For The Last Harvest

The Great Play

Paradise

For the nuclear family

Has been torn asunder

Religion

Family values

Gender

By the throw

Of a black and white dice

Announcing new agendas

As in boats

Missed placed nations

Sail and wonder

Will I find freedom

From my old kingdom

Just to drown and freeze

To death

In cold waters

As politicians

Ponder

Argue

Reflect

And hatred

Interject

Faith in a

Higher Power

In retrospect

Seems

Demeaned and hated

By those with no nerves

Churches

Closed

By Elites

Leaving Christians with

Nowhere to go

Musing

In silence

In defeat

But they

The Elites

They'll get what they deserve

When Hell opens

Up its doors

And they are duly

Served

You may feel

Alone

Scared

Insecure

Or in pain

Moving slowly

In-between jagged lines

But God knows

Who's lost their faith

And needs a boost

A touch of The Almighty's grace

Through a sickness

Delivered by followers of darkness

So all I can say

Is pray

Pray

Pray everyday

And God will try to remedy

All that comes

Whatever may

For as Jeremiah 29:11 says

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord,

plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

As Deuteronomy 31:6 says

Be strong and courageous.

Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you.

He will not leave you or forsake you.”

So in Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.

In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.

Quoting Lamentations 3:22-23

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;

his mercies never come to an end;

they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

So to Isaiah 41:10

Fear not, for I am with you;

be not dismayed,

for I am your God;

I will strengthen you,

I will help you,

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

And ending with Corinthians 4:16-18

So we do not lose heart.

Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.

For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen.

For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

Be strong.

The light must keep shining

For kindness and compassion

To keep winning

Against those swimming

In The Devil's Dark

Unforgiving

Waters

By constantly

Sinning

(C)

Friday, September 15, 2023

The voice of Tanaka

I can subliminally feel

All those sad fears

Rhythmically swirling like sharpened kitchen knives

Within all your world choices

Which cuts me so deep

Like cold Tamahagane steel

Above all this new

Life's

Now old noises

I can just see you

Sitting there

In your darkened bedroom

Somewhere

Dressed in that familiar soft white lace

With translucent tears

Running down

Your beautiful face

Thinking of me

As a lone crone

In a faraway forest

In triumph

Sings

And rejoices

Overjoyed by her spells

Creating turmoil

Of fake excuses and tragic surprises

In you

For

I know

It's not fair

What you're going through

But trust me

I'm

Going through it

Too

For

This thing we started

This inexplicable thing

This molten fire that still burns

Like it's taboo

Since we parted

Reaches so deep

Inside

I can't sleep

Can't work

Can't recall

How many times

I've cried

Brokenhearted

For I remember

Those sweet salad days

Before our love

Died

When we parted ways

Walking on the beach

With the girl next door

Who came to me

Unexpectedly

Like a serene gift

From The Holy Sea

Gently fluttering by

To say hello

Like a rare beautiful Glasswing Butterfly

But now

We are

But two

Lost souls

With nowhere to go

Just wondering round

In familiar round circles

And looking into

This purple haze

The very mouth of this black abyss

Before me

Looking at the mistakes

We once made

In my scrying mirror

As our tarot cards

Were first laid

When we first kissed

While we walked

Its tired pavements

In its maze

I pray and hope you still

Think of me

The ghost

Who still loves his beautiful rare Glasswing butterfly

From the Realms

Of The

Great In-Between

Sent to love you

To remind you

You're so special

An astral envoy

Sent like a

Spiritual Kestrel

To inspire others

Especially those

That suffer in silence

So turn that Southern Country music up high

To drown out your world's violence

For a light like yours

Must shine

And it's why

This old ghost

Can never say goodbye

For our old love

Lives beyond

The seas of this black abyss

Forever

Spinning

In my memories

Of our

First poetic kiss

(C)

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Monday, September 11, 2023

The voice of SM.

(A lone voice whispers.)

Call to me

Be it on high mountains

Or by faraway stars

In silent musical thoughts

While you savour a few bars

Spread out your altar cloth

Before

Minutes

And seconds

Of life

Demand

To play

Light up

Your peace ceremonial candle

And bind fear

Onto Urvi's glass mirror

Beauty and

Temperance

Can conjure up new experiences

For the adventurous

To lead the way

And through

Red currents of benevolence

In September

I'll guide you

To your deliverance

Dance inside

Now

To four beats

On four

Pray to me

To open that tightly shut door

To a new form of self-reverence

So I can

Come

To embrace you

From the shores

Of two Suns

And no guns

From here

Beyond the hills

Of The Great In-Between

(C)

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Sunday, September 10, 2023

The Rite of The Sibyls

Press play before reading.

Salute.

(A lone voice chants.)

Three candles lit

Burning in fire

Nature's flute

Singing in corner

Chanting for love

To adorn us

Nikaa Taa

Spirits

Hear us

Nikaa Taa

Spirits

Hear us

Send us signs

From the Great Smoke

Nikaa Taa

Spirits

Hear us

And when bell rings

Help us sing

Nikaa Taa

Spirits

Hear us

Your children

Who needs saving

Nikaa Taa

Spirits

Hear us

Spirits

Hear us

Your children

Who needs saving

Nikaa Taa

Send us

A sign

For your children

Who needs saving

Nikaa Taa

Spirits

Hear us

Send us signs

From the Great Smoke

Nikaa Taa

Spirits

Hear us

Send us

Signs

From The Great Smoke

For your children

Who needs

Saving

(C),

Saturday, September 9, 2023

The Ember Fields

Every clock in here

These old wooden ones

As they tick

They remind me of you

Every single second

Every single minute

Carries luminescent memories

Of all the wild but adorable things

We used to do

As they suddenly manifest

Like a magician's trick

Right out of the blue

And if my broken heart could beat

It would carry drum beats of revelations

So true

I would die once more

In palpable bliss

If I could write a parable

It would only be

I yearned once for a touch of your silky skin

And a taste of your red Guerlain lipstick

But got distracted

By the sweet voice

In the darkness

That strives

All good things to

Underpin

Through sin

And now

In The Great In-Between

My parable

If deciphered by an illuminated one would read

If love is offered

Freely and

Willing

Clasp it

Hold it and treasure it

And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights

Reflections of you

Shine so bright in this ever-hot dust

From dawn to dusk

Showcasing your image

To the empty husks of the Ascended Ones

Night and day

That litter The Lord's Way

Come what may

So while the Baylore energies

Magnify my thoughts into these words

Like a soft fingertip across your warm spine

I'll see you soon

Skyclad in blue

In your deepest of dreams

And wide-eyed

Mighty and free

We'll be reunited once more

But not like Orpheus and Eurydice

To be snatched away by a lack of trust

But forevermore

And that's why

My love

I still see your reflection

In these Embers Fields

In this everlasting dust

In every single second

And minute

As these tired wooden clocks tick

From dawn to dusk

To remind me I miss you

And that's why I'll never yield

For now, I know true love

And all emotions

It reveals

(C)

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Thursday, September 7, 2023

A lone voice whispers

I've seen

The newly indentured

Stand

Crying

Like forever

In this endless rain

When they realise their holy dreams have died

In pain

In reflective wet

Puddles

Seen hearts

Torn out of cold sides

And laid

By the wayside

As lost souls

Daily

Struggled

Seen Antediluvian Kings

Fall and kneel

Watched cities

Of the wailing

Plead to feel

All this I've seen

And so much more

But amongst these mists

A new seat

In one of our caves

Always awaits

Its number for the

Newbie

On that door

Is always eight

Covered in a million names

It could carry your name

Like mine

Into oblivion

But if you still feel the compulsion

To do

What's right

To walk the good walk

Who knows

The Mytakiia

Might never see you

On any given night

To stand like

Those lost

The wailing multitude

We call the Profane

Crying

Into

This endless rain

(C)

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Tuesday, September 5, 2023

The Lifebuoy

Emotional poetry has always struck a chord.

We all, unless we are really lucky, have endured heartbreak.

I rather still love reading this old piece.

A lone soul reminiscing while looking for a new love.

After being abandoned.

The metaphor of the circling sharks represents social media or someone's social circle.

Predators seeking new thrills regardless of someone's attachment to another.

How many relationships worldwide lie in ruin, due to a sudden behaviour change, relating to a new secret love interest?

Poetry, music, film and theatre echo these themes, relentlessly.

So here's just another heartbroken piece.

Before you ask, it doesn't relate to me.

I'm just another creative soul.

Have a great weekend.

Salute.

Title:

The Lifebuoy

Floating like a lonely lifebuoy

In a hurricane of raw emotional seas

That defied all known physics

In a secret version of The Pacific

Known only to the Kataai

Where we were both drowning in

A New Stone Age

Created by critics

Our version of the Mesolithic

With happiness and pain

Written and carved across

Our souls

In shed blood and tears

Like unfathomable Egyptian hieroglyphics

You floated my way

One day

And with soft lips

And tender eyes

Held me with

Tightened fingers

As my lifebuoy

Kept us

Both afloat

You whispered

Secrets to me

To help me cope

As I to you

Secrets

Mystery Schools

Would beg to hear

Stories

Hopes

Fears and dreams

We floated in that sea

In between worlds

For what seemed forever

You and me

Clasped so tightly

Together

In that crazy weather

But deep below

Great sharks

Were circling

Leviathan's of

All that creeps

My lifebuoy held

Strong

Though

Chained

To the bottom

Of that rough sea

Your grip firm

But then

You slipped

A voice

Caught your eye

In the near distance

And in that instance

Wet with that sea

You just floated away

From me

Watching with saddened eyes

As I slowly floated by

I remember

Looking at you

On the crest of that huge Nazare wave

That suddenly appeared

And screaming

Over that ocean

Of neverending undulating

Emotions

"Love given freely

When accepted in any known form

Should be cherished

No matter how long

Or wrong

No guilt attached

For in that moment

Always remember the magic of that song

Our song

That helped us float

Together

In that moment

Forever

A sonnet

We both once heard

No matter how tragic"

If I remember

In reply

You just smiled

Then disappeared

Forever

When that old familiar fire

Of ours

In your eyes

Died

And I floated away

Alone

To never again

Cry

Just another

Bobbing red and white

Lifebuoy

Looking for another

To meld with

To reach

In that secret version of The Pacific

With memories of your soft

Fingertips and sweet smiles

That once held me

Glorious stories

And all those magical things

That once created a love song

That now still plays

So beautifully

Slowly

Like Beethoven's

Moonlight Sonata

As it heals

Somewhere

Deep

Within me

As I still float

Alone and lost at sea

(C)

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The September Voice

Buy a white silk ribbon

My love

Lay it on your new glass dresser

And light a candle near it and

Visualise all our cherished memories

Together

Within it

Tie it

Into a sacred bow

And then gently put it under

One of our favourite pillows

That way

We'll sleep together

Every night

Real close

Like we used to do

For our love is stronger than death

And lasts beyond the grave

And it's how I

Now a lone survivor

Waiting in one of Gods

Repentance Caves

Continue

Continue in hope

With my beloved memories of you

Lighting my way

Through this firefly-lit blackness

With all the crazy things

We once used to do

(C)

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Sunday, September 3, 2023

Oaths of Allegiance

(A lone voice whispers)

Press play before reading.

Salute.

White candlesticks and incense

We burn

In this
Divine silence

Low tempo music
We play in this

Our secret temples

Praying to you
For sacred guidance

Gifts of
Oaths of Allegiance

We offer
In defiance

Of this life's
Ever increasing violence

Like trinkets of gold

On this

Our old
Alabaster altar stone

Blessings of lost dreams
Shining with such gleam

Oh, Christo
We call to you

See us
From beyond the swirling grey smoke

Speak to us

Within the rise of morning sun

And the fall of the midnight moon

Whisper your insights into us

In morning or night

As slow drum beats
Of seconds and minutes

Bow in defeat

Breathe into us

New hope

For we are but life's many dancers

Who calls for their Father
As children

Praying and singing for glory

So that when you see or hear our stories

Of the painful days

You'll show us a new way

So today

We burn
Frankincense and myrrh

Sage and sandalwood

To be sent up
Like beacons of fidelity

Into the fresh air

Infused with prayers to renew

To help us
Live again

So Father
Look upon us with favour

And
Savior

Walk once more within our deep dreams

From the hidden spaces in between

Oh, Great Father
We beseech thee

Free us from the
Curse of Violence in Men

With this prayer of praise

Amen

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