Oh Blessed Beltane. Oh blessed be.

 

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Oh Blessed Beltane 

Oh blessed be

(A lone voice sings)

Oh Blessed Beltane

Oh blessed be

Tonight the Queen of the Fairies

Áine 

Appears on her white charger

To enchant and tempt all who wish to follow her 

In her white suit of armor 

To Faeryland

The Fairy Queen who comes 

Rides in front for all the anointed to see

Gowned in green silk and a halo of light 

Eyes aglow like woodland groves 

Where no one only kin

Dare follow 

For only they know 

So if you see or feel a gust of wind 

And hear the golden bells

Ring

Which hang from the black leather harnesses 

Of the Fairy Queen's steed

As they joyously sing

It might be best to lay in the woodland hides 

And you she may pass

Or you could follow 

As she rides

For the Fairy Folk on Beltane

Tonight they raid

For here comes the Wild Riders From the across the Shee

So light up all the yellow hay

Like bright beacons 

On Bridles Way

And ring those golden bells and yell

To guide the Named few

To cross the Fairy folk's fells

In this year

Let the Beltane fires burn 

And the Maypole dances come alive

So many can sing dance and pray

Until the dawn cockerel screams 

To break her Beltane spell 

As Summer announces 

The start of a brand new day

(C)

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Covid Dreams of The Dearly Beloved. The letter left behind.

 

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It adds such an edge.

Some say sad poems make the best reading.

What says you?

Whispers as I retire.

Salute.

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Take me in

From the grey ashes

Blowing like an early breeze

Within the deep cold recesses of your many

Hidden red rooms

In your fast-flowing mind

Lullaby

My once well-loved name 

As you quietly 

Sit still and try to breathe

Take me in

Eagerly

Lovingly

Once again

With your arms wide open and keep me real

Close

For

Even though 

I still silently

Sleep

Deep 

But carefully hidden from watchful or inquisitive eyes 

Maybe all around

Don't be so scared

As I'm forever going 

To be with you

For I'm now reborn to be eternal

Not one of the

Lonely 

Internally 

Bleeding dark emotions

Just walking around

Dreaming of 

Living but soon to be dead

Lost and wandering all

Alone

But

Within those crimson

Fires of distant memories

Like the legendary

Phoenix

Of Amu Mansu

I will be reborn and

I will rise

Forever

Don’t cry

And burn in strangers or friend's 

Undertows 

And always

Feel their projected pain

But instead, look within treasured memories and old photographs

To rebirth me 

Again and again

So take in these last words

In this

My final hidden love letter

I leave within my will

Now I'm too ill

As my final angelic 

Evocations

Before I forever surrender

To heaven 

Dreaming and murmuring about your beautiful green eyes

And long shimmering 

hair and spiritually

Captivating charms

For I'm 

Now but a soon-to-be gloriously illuminated 

Being

Still living

Without fear of 

Any earthbound

Limitations

Deep and forever tumbling

In a wild kaleidoscope 

Of broken shattered mirrors

But still always living eternally 

I hope

Deep inside of you

For to replace me

In time with another

Would just be a pale and cheap imitation 

And

When I see God and he asks me why I'm still smiling

As we stand together when I seek forgiveness for all my mortal and physical sins

I'll just say 

I'm simply thinking about that fascinating young lady

Who once held her

Golden violin lovingly upright

Under a great old oak tree

In good old Long Island 

And who lovingly played a beautiful poetic tune 

Upon it 

Just for little old me

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I hope you enjoyed the whispers.

Until the next time.

Salute.

The Lady who whispers in the Darkness. In 2023.

 

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(A lone voice whispers) 

As I look through my black scrying mirror in 2023

People seem to smile

Share a picture or two and the internet loves you

But cry for help 

And they'll nearly all ignore you except for a beautiful few

Who'll weep inside in sorrow but never show

As they try to help you with kindness

To try to get through the gift of a new tomorrow

In 2023

The Lifting of the Veil

A new cosmic timeline where old secrets 

Once carefully hidden are revealed

For the Mayans always knew we would be entering the age of Aquarius 

A time of enlightenment and beginning our long journey back home to here

The ever-glowing Sun  

I see 

Share your success and they'll all run to gather 

Like pagan worshippers

Dancing round huge burning circles 

To sing songs filled with praise

But if they were pressed

To truly confess

They would probably admit they pray to live to see you fail

In 2023

The happy seem everywhere my tired old eyes can see

Creating their own universes

Using social media to hypnotize people with their worldviews 

But if carefully reviewed

It's a sad sham 

Many if pushed

Could see through

In 2023

Why do the sad and old sit lonely in brick castles

Singing silently with tired eyes to green hills 

To cherished memories that will never answer as they eat endless pills

Remembering times when they were one of life's energetic chancers

But now just wait for Death

To line up as he approaches 

And says as they take their last breath

''Shall we dance so you can be one of my endless dancers''

In 2023

Does true love still live on in all its crimson glory 

Amongst all those who just seek a taste of your pleasure 

As they pursue you like a Mid-Summers Nights Story

Using it like a dangerous game to renew

In 2023

Do friends surround you like the friendly Sentinels in here 

Who live in the North in Debak

But behind your back

Feast as your pain starts to rain

As I speak to you from in here

The Great In-Between

There is still plenty of room in Heaven  

Archangel Micheal told us so

So we all in Sheol wait to ascend too 

Waiting for his beautiful call so we can go

But one by one 

One by one

You and us all must queue through the narrow aisles of living

Us remembering and you doing the giving

Praying we'll all be eventually forgiven by the Almighty 

Who once gave us a bright light to carry into the world to share

With us deciding on its boundaries and conditions 

My name was Mary

From Carolina 

Remember me

As I await my extradition 

(C)

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Narrated by Clinton R. Johnson.

Questions for a heartbroken mind

  

(A lone voice whispers)

Deep

Inside

Have you perhaps once died

In a thousand ways

Like one of the sad
Travelers

Lost and lonely

Now

But still walking on

Heartbroken and quietly unspoken

After you too met
Love

Walking down
One of her long crimson

Highways

And do you
Still

Feel her intense pain
Today

In every known unforgiving way

Linked to
That pivotal moment when she smiled

Turned and just upped 

And walked away

Leaving you lonely

With no one

To love or play

(C)
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The Storyteller

  A lone voice whispers

The invisible Angel smiled at the rows of sorrowful patients

Which lay before it on ward twenty-one of Saint Peters hospital 

In New Brunswick

New Jersey 

As it then looked at just one particular sorry soul whose body was now broken and bent

For it was why he was summoned by heartfelt prayers 

Whispered to be heard 

For it to be dutifully sent

The smile it carried wasn't a smile of ill judgement 

Or dismay but of immense hope 

To change the sad vibrations at play

For it knew the recently diagnosed patient would find the tenacity and strength to eventually cope

For they all do 

It's a silent degree

A line spoken by the Almighty 

Which all things follow if they believe whatever it says

All they have to do is call for them and pray

To summon angels from The Great In-Between

The bringers of such priceless envelopes to soothe the soul

The invisible folk

Who'll follow like betrothed guardian philanthropists

Just huddled together

Sleeping

In the shade of the Great In-Between trees

The Eternal Water Oaks

Waiting for psychic calls to spring into action

Flying into the lonely caressing arms of the swirling grey mists

Which moved and flowed all around 

Like it had a phenomenal supernatural intelligence 

Hiding those sleeping 

By The Great Grey Oaks 

Hidden

By its holy smoke which it uses to cloak

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The Corrupted Ghouls

 A lone voice whispers.

With vacant empty stares

Like the husk above and desolate soul-crushing goals

They who love to stand on mahogany podiums to talk and preach

Those who'd like to paint the globe in anxious red paint 

Creating drum beats of suspicion To all within their reach

And then instruct mandates that could make a sane man faint 

For people to comply for their own safety 

With a straight face 

Pretending they aren't tainted 

Corrupted or even classed as crazy 

But in reality

The masses now wilfully mesmerized and gleefully enrolled

Are just restrained like prisoners in orange jumpsuits

By those they've put in control

Because of this and their devoted followers  

Who through social media 

Feel they can openly criticize whilst on patrol

 

This continuous talk of death and fear 

The threat of shedding so many unfortunate tears

Makes them listen to those issuing instructions

 Even More

But beyond the limitations of all that seemingly hypnotizing Fear

There is still hope

 

Hope in the divine knowledge 

Of a new freedom

Once we go outside their strict walls and rigid ramblings

Breaking free from their cleverly crafted paradigms 

Linked to isolation and confinement 

Trying to imprison all those poor souls listening 

As they read from their new Dead Sea Scrolls 

We can each still create a new kingdom of our own

By keeping our faith and looking between the lies

Whilst tearing up labels and testimonies from those corrupted dark trolls

Just following hidden instructions 

From the ghouls 

Who are really in the know

Members of secret societies whose motto is simply  

Money and greed

What they do not know is 

"Radix Malorum Est Cupiditas" 

A Biblical quotation in Latin 
Which means "greed is the root of evil" 

Which will be the mantra of the Devils Men when they come

And all they'll hear when their time is called 

And to 9th Circle be driven by the hell hounds

 As they are recalled

Where they'll suffer into eternally

When their pitiful souls over hot coals are hauled

Keep the faith
Better days are coming your way

Your life has never been just another commodity 

That can be easily bought and sold

If you never agree 
to put it up for sale

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Musings as I watch the world spin into free-fall.

Corrupt politicians 

Parties during lockdown.

Boris Nonsense

War in Ukraine

Media lies

Tucker Carlson making sense

Joe Rogan offering, collectively 1.5 million dollars for a debate 

And the list could go on.

Take care of yourself.

But help just someone when you can.

Salute.

A message from the Omniverse

 

 

(A lone voice whispers)

As written in the Greatest Old Book in here

Only found by the select few but I Melak

The Everlasting

Will share a few lines from memory just for you 

May the Great Light of Illumination shine and reach all

By reading this 

Who needs it

May it be summoned through these written words 

And reach deep into any weary heart 

To help them find the strength and tenacity to never quit

To lift them up to new self-fulfilling heights 

Away from the many charlatans

Deceivers and Gossips who may surround them

Day or Night 

Blind people with deep pockets filled with unwanted deposits

Who suddenly appear with a burst of thunder

Like a green-eyed Colossus 

To try to muddy the Lord's clear waters

But fear not

They will be cast asunder

For such is the power of the Lord

Be strong 

Not proud

Be kind 

Not mean 

Be the real you

A human being you would like to converse and share stories with

It's how you'll build that bridge you so need to find true happiness

Before all hope disappears

And the Dark Gatekeepers and Toll Bearers to depression

Appear

Now say after me

Amen

(C)

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Channeling Luca "Charlie" Snow. The Cocaine King.

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

I was once an adoring stranger 

To living hard in the Fast Lane

When I was addicted to every form of known enslaving danger

Unknowingly using them

Like a stupid reason 
To take cheap cocaine

But as I look back on my old life and all its crazy seasons

Reliving some of those hazy days of shame

I now know

When I got down on my tired broken knees

Before that very homemade white cross

In my Grandma's back garden

Nailed together with rusty 6-inch nails 

And pieces of old pallet wood

God listened as I prayed to him

In the falling cold winters rain

Whenever I could

As I begged for his help 

To begin the fight with the Devil

For my freedom

And to conquer his curse and invisible mark

That I foolishly wore proudly for twenty years

Like the Mark of Cain

While living in his dark kingdom

Called Sindom

Looking back
Now I'm clean

I can clearly see

I've sacrificed so much of my precious time

Crucified my family

Hurt my friends and sadly

My only one chance of finding true happiness

I've ever seen

For my one and only lover

And even though I’m now free of her

My Columbian Marching Queen

I still wear loneliness
Her invisible chains

Like just another of the cursed

From the Brotherhood of the Profane

But that's how the Tall Man designed us all

So my therapist
At the rehab clinic

Shirley
Told me

She said we're all

Broken fractured 

And to be endlessly consumed

With memories of bloodstained 

Mental campaigns

Baptized 

To ride the inhumane storms of life

And to nearly drown 

In its many soul-destroying 

Hurricanes

But one day

God willing

You'll all rise up

One day

You'll all see the light

She used to say

So today's 

The day for me

As I begin the fight

No longer a stranger 

To that pain and plight

For I'm clean and full of only hope

And as I age

I just use it as a version 

Of my old cheap cocaine

Walking bravely alone 

But now able to cope

In this new warm falling rain

Knowing the Devil 
Now really knows 

My soul's secret name

And that’s why he leaves me alone

For he remembers our spiritual battles 

and crazy fights

At midnight

In my Grandma's back garden

As I tried to atone

Kneeling underneath 

My homemade white cross 

When I once played 

One of his most dangerous 

Of games

I’m just so glad God won
For it’s him

I now travel to see

Everyday

As I courageously ride through this new life

With a smile

Seated with similar strangers

On one of his many trains

Only now
High on my old memories

Of a pain

I was once addicted too
Like a blast from the past

My old best friend
Mother Cocaine

But like Johnny Cash 

This good old reborn Christian boy's

Coming home

Wearing a rainbow 

Like the Man in Black

I just hope my Sue Ellen 

Is still waiting for me

High up in
The Great In-Between

For years ago

She was so tragically
Taken from me

And when I eventually arrive

Walking like Wyatt Earp
into that Silver City

My palliative nurse Sara Lou
Says it won't be too long

I can only pray she lets me explain

That my deep love for her 

Still survives as it did in eighty-five

And I'm so sorry for not embracing

Our once special and magical love song

Even though it was written

In the middle of one of my life's 

Terrible storms

When I had no sense of right or wrong

And I just miss holding her

My old life's only true love charm

In these sweet old arms

Remember me.

Luca "Charlie" Snow.
December 25th.
2012.

Your forever master of arms

(C)
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Lust

  

Lust

 

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Running your soft hands up

And down my

Warrior’s hard dark

Chocolate skin

You gently pulled me in

To

Bathe forever in deep pools

Of visceral emotions

In the forbidden darkness

Of irresistible pleasure beyond earthly measure

The circle of Shadow People

Surrounding us

 Watched in

Green envy

By red candlelight

As I claimed you

With a secretive anointing of a

Rekindling of two lost souls

As mine forever

Lightning

Struck on the timeless stroke of midnight

And I followed willingly and

Wantonly in unison

As the wet rain poured down

On that old hotel's box

White painted windows

I saw it in your fevered opulent eyes

As exquisite sensuous deep pleasure

Entered your inner realms

And hidden kingdoms

And as you smiled

In sweet ecstasy 

I saw

That unconscious greed

That need for an unadulterated unexplored passion

That old yearning for newfound

World's golden kaleidoscopes

Of intense pleasure

And the overwhelming urges to just......escape

That I

Alone can truly express

That I alone

To you can really give

Now as you lay

Once more before me

Totally vulnerable on that

Sweet bed of exquisite red roses

And you begin to take off that thrilling red dress

And black high heels

Are you really ready

To step willingly

Naked and waist-deep

In deep emotions of otherworldly sins

To really feel

Look me deep in the eyes

And all your dark fantasies confess

For I am One of the Unspoken Mages

One of

The Masters of all In-between

I can see you now

As you read this 

And listen to your whispered lines

As you revel in this newfound bliss

Just hidden beyond all blue oceans

And those snow-covered mountains

Where I type to you

Just hidden and unseen

For you know

I can take you wherever you want to go

And you know deep inside

What is to come

You have been caught spiritually

To never again run

But to sink slowly in new rivers of molten gold

A new unexplored world

To review

In treasures of just you and me

Priceless memories

To ignite your soul

Whenever you feel cold...

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