We Are As Gods Here

Across the blue abyss we sail
Trailing stars in our descent
Finding the past in the present
We are immortal here
Beyond the failings of our trials.

I find myself in a sinking blue
Thinking always thoughts of you
Drowning in the morning dew
One with all I see

I find myself in a field of dreams
Meadows bloom in ecstasy
All that is, is one within
A soul of perfect harmony

All we are is all we were
Forever we will be
Lost upon emotions waves
Dancing harmony

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A Multitude Of Shades Unseen

Adorned in elder forest green, a multitude of shades unseen
The child respondent in his quest rests below the suns rays beaming,
Spotlighting the show, feeding ardent glorification of
Fairy tale moralities, his father the King of tones awaits the crumble
Of celestial thrones, awaiting an ethereal crowning, a procession to take him home.

Conversing forms of yesterdays world curl beside the fireplace as spirits heckle each other onwards, upwards to finish the race first and never last.

To look to the future, never to languish in the past, this is what we’re told, yet how are we to look when we’re bent double, broken, and old.

A life time of doing as we’re told, where has it gotten us. Where will it lead if not to feeding the consolations of our heart ache bleeding?

Wounded, grounded, floundering around awaiting the sound, the ring of the trumpet call. Awaiting angels to burst from heaven, from a cloud of shimmering stardust, thrusting forth in the glory of motion an ocean of perception, revealing doorways, revelling in the current, flowing ever onwards into the depths.

Turning in the cycle, slumbering rhythms choose their moment as they pass in rainbow paths our way, blessing the new day by the death of the last in promise that this day will die, In promise that no day is set to have the last laugh in the sky.

As always in the moment, the seconds through the hours are ours to laugh away in blanket contentment, don’t resent the safety presented forth to your form,

Who could resist the fire when all they wish is to be warm?

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Always hoping I was for you to kiss me as I wished

Always hoping I was for you to kiss me as I wished
In every life I’ve lived you’ve been eluding my seduction

Blonde perfection holds true to ideal the promise of our imaginations domineering
In uniform she shone throughout the grey – making whole the day by her presence.
How deep a blue I feel I’ll never know – Nor do I believe it could be real a love
If I did not hear my heart declaring constantly the need for Loves energy to flow
Yet all I have these days are the etchings I keep of her, sacred within the portrait
Galleries of my mind. Abstracted landscapes surround the girl.
Grounding my visions flight, as I ponder upon the action out of sight
I’m missing you and knowing that never would you wish to know
The bliss that I could show you.

Taken away by those that would claim they taught the young
The gifted were placed lost within the void, the forest hole.
The waves down upon the bay crashed upon the rocks
That hath long been soothed by the smoothing hands of Poseidon’s tidings.
Early morning by the sea I submerged alongside the black rose
Bearing our skins to the northern waters we were frozen, yet our spirits

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Beauty Grows a Golden Grace

They rise from the mould, bold before the story told.
Whilst within the eye of the beholder beauty grows a golden grace,
With an elegance befitting a queen, she lay slumbering,
Numbed within the dream, confounded as to what the visions mean.
Our mother turns in correspondence with her learning, as
Inspiration flows forth from within unity, preaching the resurrection of
Clarity. She examines the screen, silver and shimmering.
As locked within her heart is shivering, she’s wavering in a windless
Rush of echoes, the ghost of the morning show appears beyond eyes
Sewn shut with the smothering of Sleeps teardrops. Cut off from the world
The best we can do is to adjust the lens in an attempt to achieve redemption
From a society that would drag us into the dirt. If only those of an Atlantian age could see us now, as we pollute our lungs with an exposure to industry.
Love hath left the land of hand, left him with naught but a memory of her melody fading. Sheltered shade speaks safety to the soul of solemn silence.
He knows not where to go, laid bare defenceless, fearing the sentence of
His coincidence as it resides the voice of our heart. Our race lay broken in parts, we calamitous creatures of clay are the lost of a dying breed, the last of a dying creed. We who revere the trees in their splendour are laughed at by those who would not know the glory of veils unpeeled. Illusion fuels their ignorance, dissolving all that’s real. Reciting under duress how are we ever to know the full caress of the words in their wonderment. Cement for me freedom within the turning of a leaf.

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Action Reaction Consequence Guilt

The dryer turns a tumbleweed churn
As we ponder the realm
Of midnight oils bubbling, blurring
In the cascade of rainbows glamour fading.
Here we are left
Wondering what it is we have learnt from the experience.
Have we learnt to appreciate the moment in the present’s presence.
Are we to be left upon the shelf with no defenses, helpless?
Or are we forever to drift inside the river or our knowing.

My form aches from exposure to the eye, the void of the sun unfolding.
Can you see the stars in her eyes, Can you see you the story untold
Beyond the page, beyond the end of demonic manifestations raging Forth bold from the ether, scattering tribes, bribing in temptation
Selling enslavement in the guise of redemption
Empty threats for empty minds
You have your fun I'll have mine.

Action Reaction Consequence Guilt
Each a wall I've built up a round my soul
Each a wall that makes me whole.

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Evolution is creation continual.

All around the waterhole they dwell.
Stringed puppets made to dance
Swelling prides upon the chance of routine parade.
Here I am changing with the moment
Hoping to hold true the movement of the tides.
Fade from an existence futile
Sink into the colours vibrant.
Home asleep upon a blanket pillow
Our minds do wallow
As we await in expectation the presence of a
Maiden painted a tainted green - For she
Hath been constructed upon the foundations
Of a resentful envy mean. Still reverence fuels her virtue.
Adorned in multi-coloured garments
They consume our forms without consent.
Beyond the priory walls
They are calling still
Within the mountain range
Lay wasted the taste deranged of monumental memories.
Suckling upon the mammary

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War Torn Skies

Ancient asylum
War Torn skies
Ruins - ash - cinder
The taste of blood soaked soil
All chaos consumed within
The rage of the aeons.
I find myself in a room with a girl
Short blonde her
Lost
Confused
As I
She looks worried but more than worried
Dismayed and terrified
The walls of the room were black with filth
We are alone
And the feeling ensues that not one other soul
Graces these horizons for we are alone.
No home is this to call our own.
Black with filth and smeared rust blood
As though they had not been used since the days of the asylum

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A Botanical Bounty

A botanical bounty concealed within chasmed beauty,
Bound in primeval anticipation, Fingers grow furious in their grasp
As the poet dreams of the poet Queen, The poets dreams begin to lapse.
Evocative in duration, incantations of sedation, meditation, masturbation
Which is it that will lead the way? Which will last beyond the day?
Lead us through from the past, to the present, into the unknown.
Which will leave us with something new to say?
Which will empower us with the strength,
To turn back the force of a thousand sprites?
As we shower, basking in the sun's embrace
Why should we spurn he source?
Why should we turn our backs upon the light?

As spirits fair of love locked hair meandered by the riverside
Slack jawed skins shook begrudging grins, trying not to stare.
Their way never to run, but to hide behind the possibility slim,
Of coming home untarnished, unscathed upon a whim.

Bearing varnished vanities breeding upon the insanity of need
When all you're wanting is a place to call your own,

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Phoenix Dawn

Apollo in the guise of a sun beam feathered phoenix rises from his grave,
The night is done and twilight over run by the rays of a new day dawning.
The green is restored as the valley lifts its weary head from dreamtime sanctuary.
The animals of the sun rejoice as the creatures of the night return to their homes.
The valley breathes as an emerald glow emits in radiance from the hills.
Everything around is still, all is settled and a natural silence hangs lightly upon the air.
Kissed by the wisdom of some starry eyed goddess I find myself at perfect rest.
The world is turning, all memories of the sickened rose are burning upon a funeral pyre.

The fires are red hot and smouldering away at the Earth. Shadows dance to unknown Tunes whilst I undress to know creation as my nature. A voice upon the wind
Whispers melodies upon a breeze that seems as ancient as the mountain range, still
They are fresh to the mind at ease and still I believe in the beauty of this land.
Still I believe that within the palms of our hands we conceal the key to the illumination
To this kingdom of dancing shadows, I believe we may cast new light upon any realm
Just as I believe that we may remain steady at the helm throughout the most tempestuous
Of storms. Through the art of meditation and through the turning of seven circles we may
Chance upon the final sphere and we may rise within this lifetime towards the glory of one, we may rise as we may balance in the sun and the moon in our stride, never hiding
From the tides of Fate that will sometimes crash upon our shorelines. I believe that in our given time we may perfect ourselves and be as one with the world in which we live.

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Intoxicating The Night - Am I Real To You?

There was lost a child unfound
Seated there and sitting
Sinking in the ground

Rise. As Pan in crimson anguish rise
Fulfil the prophecy of your eyes
Oedipus blind now
Blind now walking
Talking senseless rhythms
Intoxicating the night
Who shall lay by his daughter’s side?
Where now shall he hide?

Drink with me ambrosia,
Nectre fallen from the breast of Aphrodite
Slither with me
Shed your skin
Let me in
Allow yourself the time to heal
Feel me

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