THE MYSTERIES

This is the first poem i wrote as an affirmation of my intent to journey along an alternative path in life, written on the solstice many years ago, so hence why i share now.

In the beginning it was just the one verse which i thought about very carefully. My heart and soul were fully committed, and pounding as i crafted these words of dedication to my chosen way of life. I have forever since been journying along this path, yet i and my chosen path have continualy evolved to reflect my most inner and yet outer truths.

The past and future did indeed become one and the unseen has definitely become the seen – yet at this moment in time, to my eyes only. I had no idea at the time where my amazing journey would take me, and it has been truly amazing. 

To become first a Knight Templar Priest, then an actual Knight Templar, progressing to a Knight of other orders is more that i could ever dream of. Yet dreams do become reality if we allow them to, with committment and faith. My dream and path continues to evolve and i will never forget those first determined steps….

THE MYSTERIES

When the midsummer sun the solstice brings forth
And the eye perceives the thinning veil
When the past and future become one
And the unseen becomes the seen.

When the ancient ones do weave their spell
Upon those whom seek to find.
When the mysteries unfold
And some are told of where the hidden secrets lie.

When the magic and beauty of an ancient path
Is revealed before eyes open wide.
When perceptions are challenged by the raising of power.
Now’s the time, now’s the perfect hour…

I tread the path, i do begin….

Updated May 2005/updated June 2020

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

The K.E.Y.

There are still places, hidden
Where one can wander undetected
Far from the cold footfalls of humanity
Places where one can find harmony and balance.

Places unseen by most
Cherished by the few who know
The secrets within the landscape
Known to few.

Do not search for them
For out of the mists of time they will find you
Come to you will
Offering treasures unseen.

Hidden within the sphere of time
They have always been here, these places
Bubbles of reality
In an unreal world.

There is a pattern, a harmony
That runs through everything
An energy, a rhythm
A balance unseen.

There is a pulse to life
Unseen, ignored
There is a way, a path
A road less taken.

There is a vibration on the wind
Singing mankind’s fate
Upon the hills of destiny
A lore, a rhythm written long ago.

The cries of humanity, the roar of the crowd
Ring unheard and forbidden
But those whom seek and find
Will forever hold the Key.

September 2019 ‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

Cafe Culture…

Cafe Culture around the world: that all important dark espresso is never more important than when traveling; a dark back-street cafe in different locations is all the pleasure i need…

There is always time to chill,  people watch and enjoy the company when outside as much as much as the coffee. Back home in Cambridge the coffee tastes every bit as divine in one’s chosen back-street haunt. People watching and espresso; what more can a heart desire?

 

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December 2017

CITY NIGHT LIFE: NIGHT WANDERINGS WITH MY LENS.

Street Photography: wandering the streets of London and Cologne.

 

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September 2017: Adueni KT

 

 

Lives in Mono

I watched the people through the glass
Their lives a mirrored reflection of each others
Pale
I stood apart
I cast no reflection
And was glad

Cambridge: March 2017

 

 

How to master the Vampiric Arts

The first thing one needs to establish is to proceed with caution; If one does not have a ‘calling’ for this darkest of all Arts, then one is best to leave well alone.

Do not be fooled by the likes of Twilight or The Vampire Diaries etc, for there is nothing sexy about this ancient Art. For it is a basic need and want and cannot easily be controlled by those unlearned of our ways.

Do not seek a quick thrill in the vampire worlds but seek life, seek renewal, seek to live and seek to evolve, above all seek a teacher, seek a guide, even a sire,

Yet fear not, tread with wariness and caution and everything you desire will come before you when the time is right. Don’t be surprised if we, the old ones seek you out first, for we know your very thoughts and your innermost feelings; we have known you since the hour of your birth and we may find you before you find us.

If we invite you in, then graciously accept all that we offer you,  for not everyone is offered a door, not everyone is bidden a welcome, a way into our forbidden worlds. Once accepted in, you are well on your way to learn the ways of the blood.

Forget about the glamour, the mythology or everything you have ever known about our ways for we have been upon this earthly plain for aeons of time yet have always remained hidden within the worlds of men.

Once within our domain you will be invited to partake of the chalice of immortality; drink deep and well my friends, savour the red ruby wine of immortality, yet do not forget that the chalice; the vessel you lovingly grasp, may be of human form.

Learn not to give in to squeamish thoughts, although one usually finds that at the moment of the rising blood lust this is never a problem. Once proficient in the basics you will be ready to begin your adventure within the world of humans.

Do not fear for them or be sorry for them; for them it will always be a great honour to be chosen as a life enhancer; hence they enter the night time of our desires willingly and with acceptance. Quest to find your own life enhancer, bond with them and embrace their beautiful gift as often as you need to;

The more you are able to feed; to nourish yourself, the stronger you will become. Never take the gift of pure energy for granted, drink wisely and learn to cherish and savour every drop of the sacred life force. Over time you will begin to transcend your human form; you will be of yourself but so much more so; more advanced and enhanced.

All abilities will become honed to perfection as you embrace our ways; your eyes will surely shine with an inner fire and your skin will glow with an ageless radiance.

But think well my friends before you come knocking on our doors; our ways are not for the faint hearted, or for those kin of humanity. We have our own ways, our own kin, our own rules, our own houses.

The clans do not take easily to the falsity of outsiders but once the doors are open and you are proven to be one of the true kin then rest assured my friends, you will never ever want again.

Here endeth the first lesson on becoming Vampire…

 

Winter 2016

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ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY

A Gothic inspired poem in the style of Poe’s ‘The Raven’

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Upon a lost love gone for years; upon a life lost too;
I search in vain for evermore.
Why so young an Angel taken?
Why so young a life forsaken?
Suddenly snatched from mortal realm
With ne’er a chance to say goodbye
With ne’er a chance to wipe my tear
That fell upon my cheek so soft
And so I pondered long and lonely, feeling weary seeking solace
To quest his long lost resting place; I quest for evermore.
A place I knew ere in my dreams,
For never in my waking hours his sad tomb could I see.
That churchyard old and dark I saw;
In daytime nothing stirred at all.
Why in my dreams and not on earth
I pleaded every night whilst there.
In dreams of night his name I call
Through deaths dark door he whispers mine.
I wander long, alone and teary, vainly searching, vainly seeking
For that which I am so unsure;
I search for evermore.
A tomb maybe, a gravestone marked; a spot upon some barren ground?
In death and dreams he calls me home
My name he calls upon the winds;
In waking hours my torment thrives, fed on my wretched life.
My dreams are that which take my soul
To black tormented realms of pleasure.
Oh death, oh lover why taunt me so?
I beg you leave my dreams alone
Yet take me home with thee.
For in this world I cannot live
Yet can not die in yours.
Sweet freedom free me from this curse
Of searching lost and lonely
For a love lost in the realms of men.
In my dreams his tomb I find
In churchyard dark and dank and dreary.
And so upon a midnight weary I wander in that graveyard dreary
In deaths dark realm for evermore…..

Poem and Photo Adueni 2016
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Summer Haiku & Garden Photos…

Garden days are here
And with it joy and sunshine
Dont let it pass by….

Life’s like a garden
With joy to follow hard work
Seeds sown blossom forth

Stand and stare in awe
Cherish this beautiful land
For time, like life flies…

May 2016 ‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

Love Desired

…and so for thee my offering for National Poetry Writing Day 2106

The path we live and the path we love
Will lead us down roads that wind and trick
The path we live and the path we love
Will lead us through forests so dark and so thick

A winding path; a challenging path
With everyday a purpose anew
Evolve or die, rise up to the day
Greet every challenge that comes your way

Destiny knows your very fate
And can spin the wheel at will
But those in the know can take control
Can spin their wheel with their own ‘witches will’

The trick of life is to turn the wheel
To turn it as fast as you will
For time and tide will thus reveal all
When the winds whisper sweet words on destiny’s hill

So the path we live and the path we love
Can lead us down trickster roads to the stars
But the path we live and the path we love
If quested, will carry us home to Love desired

 

 

March 2016: National Poetry Writing Day

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