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Very happy to be posting my last week of offerings in respect of NaPoWriMo 2017; it has been a pleasure sharing and of course an even greater pleasure reading all the very inspirational poems from my fellow poets. It has been a great event once again 🙂

 

April 24th

Secrets lost in time
Standing steadfast on the shores
Hidden in plain sight

No name on this cross
History and truth erased
Knowledge in silence…

 

April 25th

Tales written in stone
Stories inscribed within trees
Encoded in time

 

April 26th

Dancing in the green of the land

And revelling in the seduction of one’s senses

As the fecundity of being becomes an intimacy

Transcending physical space

Relishing life’s purpose laid bare

Upon the tracing board of time

Knowing our geometry was duly mapped by

A greater architect

Accepting what is

Allowing the weave of design and destiny

To track its eager fingers upon our hearts

Over every contour of its pre-planned route

Let life come as a secret lover upon the stairs

Allow each creak and hesitation

To heighten all senses

Dance in the delight of the becoming

Tread not lightly when the flowing sands of time

Shatter into a myriad of broken shards

Reflecting perceptions of identity

That sparkle in the dawn

Dance in life’s ecstasy with all of your being

And care not when the clock strikes midnight

For in the intimacy of your becoming

You will at last let go

 

April 27th

By the great sun’s wheel

We are mapped from birth to death

Yet what lies beyond?


April 28th

Colour’s spectrum reigns

Under the great rainbow arch

Love and Light are we

 

April 29th

Inspired by a waymarker in a churchyard upon Exmoor; a place that has so many tales to tell…

A solitary waymarker stands tall upon the ground
A tick upon the land.
No blood
No sign of any struggle
Not now.
A body long ago hunted down and burned
Ashes scattered to the winds
On a wild and desolate moor.
Not for the likes of her
The serenity of a consecrated graveyard.
Not for the likes of her
The dignity of remembrance.
Not for the likes of her
A beautiful epitaph carved in stone.
All she did was fall in love.
Surrender her heart and soul
To one who loved her back.
All she did was fall in love.
To love wildly with all her heart.
All she did was fall in love
With the passion of all her being.
All she did was fall in love
With an immortal.
All she did was
Allow him to love her back
And kiss him on that dark and stormy night
In that desolate graveyard
Way up there upon the moors.
All she did was allow the boundaries of her humanity
To stretch henceforth into eternity.
It was all she did
She fell in love…..

Some nights when wandering up there on the moors
One can almost catch the movement of shadows
Out of the corner of one’s eyes.
One can almost imagine in the darkness
The waymarker with the sturdy gorse bush still growing at its foot
On the otherwise patch of dry lifeless earth
Where nothing else will grow.
And if one was to imagine
Sinking down upon one’s hands and knees
Under the waymarker
Up there on the moors.
And imaging scraping away at the parched black earth where nothing lives.
One could almost imagine
Almost
Uncovering an old and crumbling piece of wood
Tossed away in haste
A trusting heart pierced.
One could almost imagine
Almost
Whilst up there on the moors….

 

April 30th

Limelight’s tricks and twists

A demon in jester’s robes

Life takes a dark bow…

 

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NapPoWriMo 2017

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

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’

We are  into the second week now; this is where the inspiration often changes, going deeper as the mind and imagination opens up to endless possibilities…..

 

April 8th

We waited alone

Never daring to look back

As the seas raged on

 

Old words wrought in blood

Secrets whispered to the winds

Only now hit home…

 

In dark magic bound

Sigils of fire made traces

Scored upon the sands

 

Those who rape my land

I will curse them til I die

And the seas rage high…

 

April 9th

I should never have let you kiss me

Yet kiss me you did

I should have never have let you touch me

But touch me you did

I should never have let you whisper my name

In that voice so silky soft and tender

I should have turned away when you offered me the world

Yet I stayed to listen

I should have brushed off your embrace

Your kisses and caresses

All of these things and more

I should have walked away from

Yet I stayed

And embraced the pureness of your innocent heart

 

But honey, in one swift and fleeting moment

It was my darkness

My gift

That gave you death….

 

April 10th

That moment of stark realisation when you look in the mirror

And do not recognise the person starring back at you.

Where did the ‘you’ that you always thought you were go to?

Where did the years go?

That ‘blink of an eye’ now feels more like a ‘shudder in hell’

This person staring back through the mirror is a total stranger.

When did we become this person?

When did this transformation happen?

How do we start to be this person we don’t actually know;

This lined and aged faced person?

How do we adapt to an old strange face, a lumpy, droopy body

When the essence within is forever young and yearning to fly free?

Is still living in hope that tomorrow will come

And everything will change.

We stand upon the shores of time within our illusion

As time simply marches on by

Right under our very feet.

Time never gives a dam,

It leaves us reeling in its relentless wake

Churning up all who stand in its way.

We can’t go back and change things

Though often we badly wish to do so

But instead we keep all those never lived dreams

Tucked well away inside

Where we can no longer find them,

Hidden away with the hope that our day will come

Til we perchance to look once more into that deadly mirror of truth

To realise that our day actually came and went…

 

April 11th

Chemtrail traces spun

Across the skies; back and forth

Big spidery lies

 

April 12th

Fleeting words today
Someone stuck a knife in me
Or it feels like it!

 

April 13th

When night time falls it is always your face I see among the stars
And I am transported back to the days of innocence and youth.
When everything I believed in held no doubts,
Before time changed and the world moved on.
It was your face upon the pale lace pillow then I saw,
Softly sleeping with dreams yet untold,
Your very breath; your very existence filled my dreams.
Time stretched on and on and the days were endless
Filled with love and unending desire
And the bravado of youth;
The becoming into the true dreamtime of our lives.
Cups were duly filled and overflowing
With all that we ever felt possible.
You got me
And saved me
And yet I you.
Lying on our backs on the warm sand
We watched the stars
And would share the tales of the gods and all their mighty power;
Their nightly battles among the stars.
Planets shattering in the morning light
As dreams would too
One day.
Yet youth lies and tells us for ever really is forever.
Youth knows nothing of time
Of fading dreams
And lost hope.
Youth traces the pattern of vibrancy and desire upon our skins.
Youth slips into our minds and transports us to a world
Of endless possibilities
Carrying us away upon a transient tide of our own making.
Deftly the thin fingers of time trace their dark intricacies across our bodies,
Cutting furrows and scars both seen and unseen.
Time both takes and gives
And cares not which.
What was once endless
Has now ended.
What was once passion
Is now quiet contemplation.
What was once desire
Is now only a searched for memory,
An imprint in the sands of time
Where once our bodies lay.
And when night time falls it is always your face I see among the stars
And I am transported once more back to those days of our innocence and youth.

 

April 14th

Poison rain drips down

Is this really our future?

That future is here

 

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