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As always it feesl very exciting and quiet a personal acheivement to reach week number three. Apologies for the delay in posting due to a marvelous trip away; the results of which have inspired my poery tremendously and the detailed write up of which, will appear on my sister site ‘The Midknight Garden’.

April 15th    Falling to Earth: A Seasonal Tale [or a Tale for all Seasons]

When I fell to earth I landed with a very hard bump somewhere in the northern isles, onto very cold hard ground.

Yet it was not meant to be that way or so I had imagined.

I had always envisaged my arrival to be a much more glamorous entrance

With maybe a cloud or two parting and a revelry of trumpets blazing;

A great and glorious light in the sky would have been an added bonus of course.

However my Father was not won over by such pomp and circumstance

And was having none of it.

So my much anticipated entry into the mundane was something of an anti climax

And not an event that I care to chat about much.

Accepting the fact that an earthly entry of splendour was not to be

I set about discovering my first of many very humbling challenges.

Looking down through the lenses of my new but limiting physical eyes

I realised I now had a body;

In fact a body of condensed matter, hence the novelty of the bump and pain upon landing;

No Garment of Light in this realm then.

No my new garment was well and truly that of flesh and blood human;

This minor creation of my family’s doing, I of course had previous knowledge of

Whilst sojourning in the higher realms with Dad.

Yet at that point in time we did have very great and splendid hopes for this quaint species…

This new body then was very dense and movement was somewhat clumsy at first

But over time I kind of got used to it.

Everything was of the physical here,

No need for that now redundant third eye then

And my earthy feet actually could walk upon the lands.

This earthly lark is harder than I thought;

I actually need a team around me I mused to myself.

Support, company, a partner; all of that and more I longingly wished for,

And I set about casting my net far and wide upon the shores of time.

I knew that the teachings of Love and Light

Would come in time and many would rejoice in The Way,

But equally there would be those who’s hearts and minds were destined always to remain closed.

My team were good; I had chosen them well amongst mankind and they in turn helped in spreading The Wisdom of the Word to new lands afar.

In the world of men there were certainly others out there, also like me preaching the ultimate truths of the universe

But also there were those that desired me dead.

So life became a series of adventures spent teaching and leaving clues for those who would follow, to one day read and decipher.

There followed years of much ducking and diving as the spears of adversity constantly whistled passed my ears.

Times too, when the only life I knew was that of keeping well and truly in front of those swift bullets of destiny.

I knew my time upon the physical plain in this body was to be very limited,

Yet my life was full of honouring and spreading my Father’s word and teaching the truths and beauty of our race, with my companions by my side.

I was fully aware when my time upon the mundane sphere was to end

And had complete knowledge of they who would deliver the final treacherous blow,

It had always been known to me.

I knew also that when I left, it was not to be for ever, far from it in fact,

For I have returned time and time again so to complete the cycle, my purpose.

I will always be the Alpha and Omega; your beginning and your end.

And please don’t believe all you read about me, my press is truly horrendous and           as with the so called modern day tabloids, it is all fake news, false flags and false events.

Pay no heed to the many false prophets either, for those who shout the loudest have by far the lest to say.

But humans if nothing, are creatures of great imagination and guile

And will make anything up for a quick buck,

Always being ‘in it’ for themselves.

Out for anything they can get, including murder…

Often the wheels of destiny have to be turned for certain events to play out

And once set in motion those wheels simply cannot be unturned.

I fully knew my fate upon this physical plain;

I knew what lay in store, yet had great sadness for those who were destined to deliver it.

But a cross!!?

My ending on a cross!?

Now come on, really?

Whose bright idea was that to invent this little tale?

The true tale of the cross is something else entirely and for another day.

Other lands, other bodies and other lives I always constantly sought out.

I have always been with you.

I am with you still

Yet you know me not,

My fate and yours have always been mapped through time

Always intermingled

Always hand in hand

Centuries came and centuries went

Only the few faithful ones ever knew me and took me by the hand fully knowing me.

True friendships forged will always be welded strong in truth and bonded for ever.

As the Blacksmith welds the iron sword strong in the flame

So my armour is welded strong around me by the flame of truth.

The time for looking back is no more;

The days of the past are done.

The days of uri ma esentu are coming to an end.

Shadows are once more being cast upon the lands

And new tales and new beginnings are being woven among the stars.

E Utu Nana ma Adar will forever hold the truths.

There are those who will always know my tale

Will always tell it as it was.

There are those who cast shadows on all I do

And will never give up seeking me,

Yet with a lightness of spirit I rise and fall time and time again

As do the perpetual oceans of the new unseen worlds.

So this is my tale, my truth, within your world of illusion.

I could be anywhere still;

Forever coming to terms with this challenging corporeal body

Yet still walking firmly (just) with sartorial elegance and grace

Upon these magical shores,

Within your time

And all time

Til this time is no more

And the sound of the rising oceans

Herald that my tale is finally told….

 

April 16th

Dark desire awaits

Upon dreamings threshold dark

Eternity calls

 

Minds magic doorway

A portal to shadow realms

Whisked away each eve

 

What can be revealed?

When morning sweetly kisses

Soft and blushing cheeks

 

Lips of innocence

Scent of roses old and dead

A musky perfume

 

An illusion called

A reality fulfilled

Mortality ceased

 

Memory returns

On unfulfilled haunted wings

Shadows banished home

 

Twixt the worlds of man

And the other world of dreams

Lie high prices paid

 

Soft bloodstained kisses

Heightened feelings, all aglow

Death stalks silently…

 

April 17th

The alchemy of

Air and water, earth and fire

A sorcerer’s soup

 

April 18th

Dark soma, sleep purged

Morning’s frantic edges ironed

Espresso’s smooth kick

 

April 19th      Quick fire words off the top of my head, making sense eventually…

Love
Life
Lifetime
Future
One way
No ticket
Looking
Searching
Reaching
Through time
Tides
Ride
Run
Hide
No way
Don’t look
Look round
Past done
Over
Gone
Blink of an eye
No way
No lies
No running
Seek sanctuary
Stillness
Rest
Breathe
Live
Die
Life is over
In a blink of an eye…

 

April 20th

I danced at midnight
Hand in hand with pain
Sleep derived
Far from home again

I wandered far
And i wandered near
Searching for something
Already here

My lost was found
My dying done
Reality singed
In the waning sun

All of my travels
Had bought me here
Standing alone
On the edge of fear

As the oceans rise
And the oceans fall
As the secrets reveal
I will tell it all

The future is in
The hands of a few
And promises made
Dissolve as the dew

We all make choices
To live of die
Yet some of us fly
Beyond the sky

Illusions are made
Under the moon and sun
In a world of shadow
With no where to run

Within is where
The truth resides
The elders deicide
If you live or die

Gods sit among us
And roll the die
It wont matter to them
How loud we cry

Its all been a breeze
Its been so much fun
Dont fall off the edge
When the day is done

On the lip of midnight
I sit alone
Surrounded by darkness
But totally home

 

April 21st

The silence is all
It cannot rage
It just is.
Within the silence
The pulse is deafening
Connecting us
To the Wyrd.
Breathe deep
Become the Silence
Hear the breath
Hold the Still within.
All ages are one
Time dissolves
Into the One
Then into nothing.
The Breath
The Silence
Is all.
Questions
Answers
Dissipate
Into the void.
An eternal beat
Upon timeless shores.
Answers flow
Questions unspoken
The mind consumes
The ego slaughters
Numbering days.
Counting
Tick…tick.
The beating heart
Pulsates
Within the earth
Telling all
We live and die
In silence.
As the silent beat goes on.

 

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NaPoWriMo 2017

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

Now happily into week number three of the 2016 National Poetry Writing Month, which is of course April. So just over half way and embracing all that the challenge offers, which includes reading all the many offerings from all the fine poets taking part. The prompts are certainly adding new depth and direction

 

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April 22nd

Poem for Earth Day

Timeless flight

Centuries falling

Lost in space

Times firmament

God forgiven

God feared

Truth obscured

Humanity deferred

Raging wars

Dark and light

Day and night

Cycles of time

Earth’s loop

Of evolution

Man rises

Man falls

Beauty unbound

Never found

Multitude illusions

Barren ground

Lost messages

Time diluted

Prison planet

No escape

Nature driven

Always winning

Mankind rises

Mankind falls

Cycles repeat

False religions

False prophets

False flags

Play along

Can’t go wrong

Four corners

Of delusion

Solid ground

Dreams shattered

Humanity wrecked

So what

Reality checked

Creator’s plan

Surely meant

Take time

Step away

No ego

Thrown away

Light shinning

Truth unbound

Hope shines

Earth endures

Elements surge

Planet power

Starting anew

Still hoping

Mega change

Creators watch

Game playing

Meant to be

Rising tides

Cracking earth

Fracked land

Washed away

Cleansing breath

Purity given

Life leased

Life gifted

Renewed earth

Renewed hope

Renewed humanity

Another chance

Writing wrongs

Finally singing

Evolution’s song

 

 

April 21st

When the pain subsides
And all we have left is music
Who will dance with me?

When the music fades
We’ll dance to our heart’s beat
Will you dance with me?

When our hearts grow old
And the tune is our soul’s beat
I will dance alone in death

 

April 20th

Tough days come and go
Hiding tears for just a while
One more coffee please

April 19th

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 to live and seek to evolve

Above all seek a teacher, seek a guide, even a sire

But 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

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 of everything you have ever known about our ways

For we have been upon this earthly plain for aeons of time

Yet have 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 wine of immortality

Yet do not forget that the chalice; the vessel may be of human form

Learn not to give in to squeamish acts, 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 sup on their beautiful blood 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 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 gleam.

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

 

April 18th

Strick rules, stinging canes
Children seen and never heard
But Jesus loves you….

 

April 17th

England where are you?
Hide not in multi layers
Rise and bloom once more

 

April 16th

I raged at the world
And the world turned scarlet
Blood was on the Rose

 

April 15th

She thought that the girl in the gilded mirror was just a reflection

Who only manifested each time she walked past

Along that old dusty, dark corridor alone.

 

The mirror, crackled by age was halfway along the corridor

Next to the antique occasional table

Dusty with neglect

 

There was a green glass vase on the table

Still displaying red roses long past their best

A few petals had fallen onto the floor

 

She often stopped there in front of the mirror

To stare at those deep green eyes staring back

From a face saddened with times tellings

 

If she stood to one side she could see the roses too

And tried to imagine them how they used to be

She tried that too on the lost face peering back

 

She wished the girl was real and that they could meet

Twin souls; what fun they could have

Sharing each other’s reversed worlds

 

Often a reflection of a painting shone brightly from the mirror

A painting not on the bare wall of her world

The portrait was of her

 

Where does she go to when I am not observing her?

Is it I who make her real?

The girl just looked back

 

One day she noticed the roses on the little table had been replaced

With beautiful fresh fragrant blooms

The blooms in the mirror were still dead

 

A new painting now hung on the wall opposite the mirror

It seemed be of her, yet older

The mirror appeared darkened now with age and grime

 

Taking a hanky from her pocket she began methodically rubbing the mirror

As she rubbed a voice whispered inside her head

Beware mirrors are the dark eyes of every trapped soul

 

But mirrors, as we know, hold dark magic as well as reflections

Old magic not the be messed with; curses

In the darkness she carried on rubbing that old cracked mirror

 

In the right circumstances old energies long dead can be re-awakened

She had wished and wished so hard

Daily into the mirror of curses

 

She had often wondered about the world in the mirror

A world that often seemed more real than her own

She began questioning her own reality

 

She felt trapped, had always felt trapped

With eyes close up to the deadly mirror

She watched her reflection; her living soul as she rubbed

 

The realisation when it came was as swift as a slither of mirror shard to the heart

For she had freed that old dark soul, that trickster who had waited for centuries

Yet her own trapped soul still stared back

 

In magic nothing ever comes for free; payments as we all know are required

The mirror remained dark and lifeless; the previous occupant vanished

And in the unending darkness she gasped in realisation; am I the reflection…….?

 

 

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for story 2

 

We stood on the shores of time, you and I and gazed into the sunset as time ran out….

 

And yes we did finally meet as the tide turned crimson at sunset, just as you said we would. Yet it was your haunted eyes that glowed deeper than the tides; eternally like garnet flames……..you were silent, quiet and even though I hardly knew you I knew something was wrong. You knew something more – what was it? Was this the end or just the beginning? Your face did not change; you just stared into eternity as if it was  our future you saw on the horizon. The last day on earth; we knew this time would come; for everything we had ever known, loved or believed in had led us here to this frozen point in time.

 

But what now? How can this one moment become our future? You knew so much and said so little and I clinging on with an insane urge to survive still knew nothing. The sunset faded yet your eyes still burned and I knew at this point that I would never, ever see another sunset again. Why had I not seen your garnet glowing orbs before, those fiery orbs that now told me who you truly were and why you never shed a tear for the very last sunset here on earth?

 

I began to hear a distant roar and a tremor beneath my feet; everything around was rushing past me, memories, movements, actions, people, all going, all fading as the ground gave way and I found myself suspended in a time that never really was. I looked around in the gathering darkness, where were you?

 

Am I dreaming I wondered, was I to wake up safe and sound in my bed, still loving you yet never having known you for real. Or am I really riding the waves of time waiting to cross the threshold into your world. But where were you, where was the sunset we gazed upon? Where was that shore and why could I no longer sense you by my side?

 

And now I could no longer see those glowing orbs as the winds and the waves consumed me in a deep vortex of uncertainty. I craved the fire for myself; I craved to see your eyes again as the rains fell upon a land that no longer existed. Tossed upon the winds of fate I somehow held on until eventually the quietness came and I realized that yes this was the beginning.

 

And when all winds and rain had ceased and the quietness came upon all, I saw again from out of the dark skies, those two shiny red orbs seemingly coming towards me; those garnet, glowing orbs I knew so well. So I was not alone after all I thought and waited for your whispering voice beside me, a voice that filled me with hope and comfort. Yet it never came…. For as i peered out into the midnight coloured sky I saw indeed those bright orbs, shining side by side, orbs of hope, orbs of the future; beautifully placed side by side, the new twin planets of a new universe.

 

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EARTH, AIR, FIRE AND WATER

A true tale of what summer should be………..

It was a blistering hot day in late June; she sat in the soft sand dunes staring out at the sea, mesmerized by the sparkling waters. This east coast seaside town in England was buzzing with life and noise and she had happily abandoned her companions to it.

Earth Air Fire & Water

Earth Air Fire & Water

Two days in a frenetic atmosphere of very loud music, unbearably hot bars and little sleep had taken their toll. Now all she wanted to do was to find solitude and magical connection.

Her companions had gone off searching for yet more social activity, but she was in no doubt as to what she needed. She risked their disgruntlement when she told them she was staying on the beach. She needed to be cleansed, made whole, to find her balance and above all to simply connect with the natural forces around her.

As she sat staring out to the sea the words of a ritual started to form themselves inside her head. The rhythmic sound of words danced within her brain like the tide foaming over the waterline pebbles. She was the only person on that stretch of beach and the feeling of solitude was amazing. The vastness of the emptiness permeated her soul and filled her very being with electricity. Still the words kept coming, tumbling over themselves like the tiny riplets of water on the seashore. She took off her shoes and slowly stretched out her toes allowing the warm sensuality of the sand to softly slip between them.

Standing up instinctively to gaze upon the glittering horizon she took a deep breath of the warm, salt-laced air. After a few soothing breaths she deliberately made her way over the golden baked sand and down to the shoreline. Standing at the waters edge she let the cooling, cleansing ocean refresh and wash over her bare feet. After a few minutes she bent down and began to inscribe a circle on the damp sand, etching over into the very sea itself. When she had finished she stood up again and looked at her work.

I am in the centre of my world, she thought, I am standing in a liminal space of my own creation, truly between the worlds of ocean and earth. The power of the four elements all around was so strong that calling the quarters was totally irrelevant to her. She stood at the centre of her circle simply acknowledging and honouring their presence.

Air, she took a few deep, slow breaths and filled her lungs with it’s life giving properties. Fire, she held out her arms to the radiating glow of the fiery star above her. Water, gentle lapping at her feet, cleansing and renewing her life. Earth, she sank down onto her knees and picked up a handful of golden pearls, grounding her whole being in doing so.

It is all here, she thought and I am Spirit caught in the centre of this web, not only in the centre of this magical circle but deeply caught in the web of life itself.

Knowing that the power not only comes from deep within, but also from the connection found with the four elements and the magic of the natural world itself. And her knowing of this was all she needed as she began to cast her spell……………….

Natures Spell

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