The Call of The Saquestia

My life ended

At a quarter past three

When she came

My collector

Mary Lee

From Germany

The churchyard bells

Loudly rung

Old hymns and love songs 

Were beautifully sung

As I watched my wake

High on a hill 

Below

Sat under a grand old oak 

In the late November cold snow

I tried to say

It couldn't be true

Mused

I still lived

With so much more to give

But

My collector

Mary Lee

From Germany

Said

The Elementals

With fevered breath

Wait to savour your prose

So bid goodbye 

To all those you see

Or know

For as the sun still shines

You are now one of the dead

Marked by the Elder Futhark Rune

Uruz

By secretive rulers

Of you and me

So take my hand and

Wave goodbye to your old life's teachers

For The Saquestia

Awaits us

By the Golden Pole

That never rusts

Where the thoughts

Of the living 

Can never reach us

(C)

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Dreams of Deta Falcone

(A lone voice whispers.)

My old love 

You were like a rare silver daffodil 

Blooming so beautiful 

On the beaches of life

A husk filled with such unquenchable desire 

Lit by a strange hypnotic yellow fire

A world of visceral emotional words to be explored

If one gained access

To walk 

Upon those sacred shores

From wild 

Primitive passions 

To last throughout 

Four unforgettable nights

To acts of pure divinity

To ignite all those

Privileged to be 

Within sight

With ruby-red lips

To mystify and own

To dark eyes

To drown in

To atone

Hurricanes

Used to

Call your name 

As did

Salt circles

In darkness

By those 

With no name

But to me

You were just my

Deta

The complete queen

Who ran down my taxi

Meter

 

A princess born

On the streets 

But brave enough 

To follow 

Where her heartbeats

Took her

God

I miss you 

Your smile

Jokes

And that perfume you

Loved

That expensive rare one

That smelt like smoke

I had a visit

Late last night 

From someone 

I couldn't see 

He said

You and me 

Would walk on those shores

Once more

That hidden choirs would sing 

Crowds of angels 

Will gather

As golden bells

Ring

But here's the thing

It would take my death

To bring us together 

Again

In five days 

Two hours

And ten minutes

I should prepare

For Deta 

Awaits

To be seen

On those 

Yellow shores

Once again

Smiling

In silence

In

The Great In-Between

And who am I

To keep her

Waiting

(C)

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A voice in the dark whispers

Look up

Not down

And avoid been drawn

Into spiritual degradation 

Or dark temptations

Linked to flesh

By the Red Dragon 

But to blue clouds

Filled with sacred tetragons

With belief held

In-Depth

For the son of Cronus and Rhea

Brother of Zeus and Poseidon

Grows ever near

To welcome you

Into his waterless

Barren landscapes

Of no escape

Delighting in your unimaginable fear

So be

Precipitous

And look up 

To defeat the rolling 

Abyss

The dreaded merry-go-round ruled over by Hades 

Hidden 

Within

Its deep mists

Espouse goodness

While you still

Live

Like a sweet Valentine's Day kiss

And avoid

The Void 

Filled with those 

Who now pay a hefty

Price

But enter instead

When your bell is rung

Into new lands of

Paradise and fun 

With your selfless acts

Of kindness and self-sacrifice

For compassion and valour

Amongst others

Has always been the spiritual mechanical devices 

Linked to our entry tickets

If you're willing to pay the asking price

To avoid been marked by St. Peter 

As one of the wicked 

(C)

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Eternal Lovers

There's a woman

I love

A gift from above

A mystery 

A rare conjunction of stars

Who sends me letters

Proclaiming

We are beings

Born in regal symmetry 

Souls

Blessed by God

But by the dark powers 

Of Duality

Apart 

In this lifetime

A hard choice made 

And taken

Before birth

Where we agreed

To feel the true

Power

Of a broken heart

Here on Planet Earth 

For we know 

When we die

We are transformed

Back into angelic beings

Beyond the norm

Who make hard 

Choices

Before 

We are reborn

As we 

Together

Climb up 

Gods ladders

To be finally

Recalled

It's why I call

To her 

In the silence of sleep

For I've been recalled

So do not weep

For we are eternal lovers

Not strangers

In bustling streets

If you're reading this

Mon Cher

I'll be waiting for a hug

Underneath the blue lamppost

Where our two

Dimensions

Meet

(C)

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The Rebel

Into the Third Ether

He came 

Fearlessly

Bestowed with

A majestic spiritual name

And so 

Into the First Ether

He now gloriously remains

After conquering

All his mortal pain

Linked to 

Non-conformity 

(C)

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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 The 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 

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Channeling H. P. Lovecraft

 

 Part 1

(A lone voice whispers)

At the Most High Temple

On the unmapped mountains 

Once climbed recklessly by illuminated souls such as 

Nostradamus or Louis Bellefontaine 

To meet the neverending sensation

The imperceptible incarnation emitting that magnetic pull and lull

Which haunted their every waking seconds and vivid dreams

With its unwarranted invasion

Who many contemporary colleagues 

Then viewed as touched with a trace of Darkened Lilith Madness

For when the Mighty Dagon 

The mythical beast of the Deep North Sea 

Heard my calls for knowledge and wisdom 

Sent blowing like paper boats

Sailing through the world's silence 

Of the vicious violence in the Middle East

Overflowing with prayers 

Spiritually charged with erratic need 

He too sent me a personal invitation

Which would lead me into a new age of transformation 

To the lonely place where I lived by the raging sea

Known only to a select few 

As The Shadow and The Key

The Dagon

Invisible invader of the human thalamus

The Dream Walker

Whisperer in the Darkness

Came to me in Kansas

At midnight

With lightning and thunder announcing his sudden arrival 

At the Shadow and The Key

It told me deep occult secrets

Only kept in the heavily guarded vaults 

Beyond the Blue Door of the Marianas Trench

Sealed by incarnations and potent harming spells

To deflect the Broken

Seething and entrenched with dark dreams seeking only revenge 

It spoke of red wars

Red rivers

Broken dreams

Torn minds and souls

Power-hungry controlled pawns used by unspoken things like it

Supernatural creatures

Which create their new forms of piety by handing out subliminal lyric sheets 

So they can keep the hypnotised singing their war songs

It warned me of a lady in blue

A shadow walker who would soon call to the Shadow and The Key

And offer me glorious pleasure as we lay entwined by the sea

It said to choose wisely for the Red Wars

The red rivers of Broken Dreams and Torn minds and Souls

Would soon need someone strong 

To lessen the blows from those pulling the strings

For the unseen monsters in control

Someone to soothe their pain with illuminated prose

And then with a crash of white lightning

Striking the fireplace clock 

Right in its timekeeper's small face

It was gone

The Mighty Dogan told me a time and date

She would arrive

Idh-yaa

Or to some Quum-yaa

Cthulhu's Mate

The Mighty Mother or the Gothic Matriarch 

One of the last Great Old Ones 

But to me

Just The Lady in Blue who with her love

Would could carry the velvety tainted baskets 

Filled with the snakes of corruption that could worsen the planet's fate

Well

Today's the foretold date

And the time is tonight at eight

Sitting here by the soft sea

Warm in my refuge from the world 

In my beige smoker's jacket 

In The Shadow and The Key

Shall I answer the door when she knocks and be a gracious host

Or should I ignore it and try to bring hope to the world 

By starting my new form of poetic Renaissance

To soothe the few when they need it the most 

(C)

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Teva's Story

 Why do the voices speak in poetry as I lucid dream?

Are some ghosts just into poetry?

Is it all the rage in the hereafter?



When I once lived 

I lived in a silent limbo

Surrounded by an inner pain that always grew

And it just 
Couldn’t go on that way

We lived together forevermore
Or so I thought

It all began with a sudden interest 
In long walks alone

She always took her telephone

The mental separation started soon after 

Her building of a great big wall
Trump in this age

Would have been proud of 
In the bedroom

The sex soon stopped 
And her excuses were always good 

I admit

But I could always see through 
All those thinly painted lies

Covering it

Do I still miss her 
As all these years pass on

Well she left me soon after I confronted her 
With that deep knot of anxiety 

Getting tighter in my stomach
As I spoke

She tried to tell me more lies
Eventually

She broke and came clean

And said I was a no-good 
Old worn-out joke

And why shouldn’t she cheat
I had nothing more to give

Oh boy 
That inner pain got so tight
My eyes watered and I ran straight out 

I remember it so well

I went under the 645 train
On Thursday
1998

I can still see the driver’s bright terrified eyes 
And for that

I am sorry if I made anyone late

I watched my funeral
It took place on a Monday at 12

I saw old friends shed fake wet tears

She even came with a man I once knew

I hope he’s prepared for when she doesn’t get what she wants
And there’s nothing more in his world 
He can physically do

She’ll just cheat again and he’ll be looking for the 645
To just arrive

I suppose I should be grateful
It never really hurt

But now I’m free of struggling and 
It could be worse

I could be still shovelling dirt
And giving all my money to her

Well 
I’m at some sort of strange peace

I saw Jesus once

He said 

Son
All the living sometimes do wrong
I saw your woman once and 

I forgive you

I have a place in here
You can go to

Your old love Sarah 
Lives nearby 

Now wipe
Away all those soft tears

I've seen  
You always cry

Sometimes happiness can find you
Even if you die

Now go call by

Tell her Jesus sent you
And you’ll see everything 
Going to be alright

Now say, amen brother

Well
I said, amen brother
And if you could only see

It ain't so bad in here
I now have everything I need

Thanks for listening and fellas

Stay away from those beautiful 
Gold diggers

They’ll suck the life out of you
And turn you into your own
Killer

Well my Sarah’s calling and I must
Go



Take my thoughts away with you
Into those cold nights

Over and out

Cause I won’t be returning anymore

I now live happily in here and leave you with these two simple
Lines

Find true love
Because all things it ignites 

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Is this the lonely secret of your life?

  

Memoirs from the Book of Secrets

(A lone voice whispers.)


Have you ever looked deep into the mirror and wondered if you're really
done enough


Left something tangible something future generations can listen to

See or read through and make a fuss


A legacy of your vision or dreams

Stories they maybe can trace through a time when you were once young and free


Chasing life filled with deep dreams or drunk and lucid

Spilling stories whilst licked up on Loves delicious red wine


What do you see when you look really deep into the Mirrors of Time


Past all the makeup
Wrinkles

Beards or sad eyes that still might pine


One holiday a year

Warm smiles in the 2-week hot sun


Then back to work
Grinding hard through the year

For a return to your only perk



Is that the only legacy you're going to leave to describe your dreams

Is that the lonely story of your lifetime



Or are you going to reach deep into the breach

Place your chips on life's ever-spinning roulette



And create a new legacy filled with taking chances on newer challenges

They or you will never be ashamed to forget

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Good night

 Like a visceral ball of fire

I write

To live forever 

Before I expire

(C)

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