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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’

So here we are dear friends, once again we have the enjoyable challenge of NaPoWriMo with us for the whole of April 2017. Time to burn the midnight oil in readiness for each days new offerings and time especiall y for sharing and embracing each others poetry 🙂

April 1st

When first time nerves hit

Remember time will grasp them

To forge memories

 

April 2nd

Suspended in time

Lives mapped out in illusion

Lab rats for the gods

 

April 3rd

Emotions spoken

Within a time frame of words

On the virgin white

 

April 4th

When night-time falls and moonlight hides behind the twisted steeple.

When shadows awaken from the cursed daylight

And the void between the worlds is alive once more.

Then my love I shall come to you and dance upon your grave.

I shall beat a thousand footfalls upon the dark damp earth

Wherein you lay

Until each beat vibrates upon your soul.

I shall take my knife of steel, so sharp and sure

And slice swift across my wrist of lily-white

To paint the red thread of the living

Upon your long dead soul.

When the ruby red flows

I shall dance the dance of a thousand warriors.

I shall chant the words from a thousand scrolls.

I shall blend my blood within the earth

To free you.

Unbound by mortal ties

And worldly gotten gains

Our blood and bones combined;

Our uri ma esentu as one.

In the distant blood-red dawn

A herald of seven trumpets;

A revelry for love rekindled.

A blood oath taken

In the time of mortals

Now conjures the living and the dead as one.

Sweet rebirth

As surely as the night is day

And the dark is light

My blood flows ruby red upon the earth

On which I dance…

 

April 5th

Come springtime and hope

The waft of fragrant blossoms

Blossom does not last

 

Come summer and love

Seduction and clear blue skies

Love is like blossom

 

Come autumn decay

Fire scented air and dawn mists

Mists hide truth and lies

 

Come winter and sleep

Dreams cold beauty takes a bow

Love frozen within

 

April 6th

Old bones cannot speak

Dead men tell no tales

Live and let live

Leave the past alone

We said it all…

Yet with a wave of my hand

And a subtle click of my fingers

It will all come rushing back

My guiltless gift to you

Roles reversed through time…

 

April 7th

Dressed in winters memory

And crisply frozen words

That defy the ragged edges of time

The Lady watches silently

Her icy talons poised

For all the world to see

Hidden in her crystal cave

She does not slumber

Yet scrawls our fate

Upon the frozen land

In intricate patterns

Of lacy frost

She will allow us for one fleeting second

The illusion of the sun

And the cold secret of the moon

As she binds the silvery stars

To midnights eternal shroud

 

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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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So once again NapoWriMo has swung around and is in full swing. Always a great challenge to take part and yet at the same time always a delight; a delight also to see that i can still write a line or two and a delight to share and connect to other poets 🙂 So here are the poems of the first week. Please leave a comment if you like them 🙂

 

DAY ONE

Time to write anew
April and poetry time
Words and rhymes all fine

 

DAY TWO

Day two rambles on
Caught in random goings on
Plans all went so wrong

 

DAY THREE

Silent hearts bleed red
For love lost and true love dead
Dead hearts shed no tears

 

DAY FOUR

What a stony old path this life is

What a bumpy old ride to be sure

Where are we going to?

What shall we do?

And who are we for heaven’s sake?

 

Are we who we think we are?

How did we get to this Earth?

Who came before us?

Did they leave any trace?

And where did they go when they left?

 

The answers are all inside my head

I go with the flow of my dreams

I know the Earth is not what we think

And neither are we for sure

I hear the call of another place beyond the Earth and the Moon

 

What is the point of being on Earth?

What is the point of life?

The point is to live

In this present time

In this transient world of matter

 

Some can ascend yet many can not

Many will never know

Most are blind

And bound in the blood

Of a mortal and human form

 

When all dreams have died

And time has run out

And we stand on the shores of time

Can we honestly say we were kind to this Earth?

Did we honour our Mother at all?

 

So go grasp and embrace

Whoever you are

But beware of the thorn in the rose

See the blood flow

Over the desolate land

Feel the pain of the thorn in your palm

 

We all feel the fear

Yet not many will act

As we raise up the chalice of life

To all that we are, all that we were

And all we are yet to become

 

We came from the stars

From beyond our dreams

Into a prison planet existence

We tasted the drops of blood on our lips

As we revelled in countless deaths

 

Are we all that we think we are?

Are we more than this mortal coil?

Or are we deluded and safe in our dreams

Thinking that we are the ‘ones’

Who will change the course of mankind?

 

Stay safe in your dreams

As the curtain falls

As the veil of illusion is shred

Go dream the dreams of the dark and the light

As you go take your final bow.

 

DAY FIVE

From unhappiness beauty springs

From deep sadness a poet writes

Taking the depths of eternal night

The blackness and tears

The screams of the night

The angst and the rage

As you turn each page

Yes a poet writes each word for you

But you must read them to know

What a poet can do

 

DAY SIX

They were the days of wine and roses

Of the rivers not running dry

They were the days of endless summer

When we all could reach the sky

 

They were the days of daisy chains threads

Of playing in the park

The days of forgetting its tea time

And not coming home til dark

 

They were the days of fifties music

On a potable radio set

Of sitting outside on the wall

Of not lived to have a regret

 

We listened to Elvis and Buddy

Mourned when Marylyn died

But three steps behind them came Eddie

Our innocence was no surprise

 

They were the days of mascara and lipstick

Sling-backs and petticoats huge

Listening to jukeboxes in cafes

Where frothy coffee was all of the rage

 

Watching American movies

In Technicolor on the big screen

The latest Bobby and Sandra

Just really had to be seen

 

We stood in the aisles to see Elvis

G.I. Blues was the latest thing

Blue Hawaii was standing room only

But we simple had to get in

 

Then along came Billy and Marti

And all of the sixties hot crew

Hotly pursued by the Beatles

And then life started anew

 

Totally immersed in the music

Never missing a beat

We danced all the fads on the dance floor

Life could never have been so sweet

 

But nothing last for ever and youth and innocence fades

Tears dabbed the horizon like storm clouds

The day Buddy and Eddie were gone

But true love ways never die; Peggy Sue still echoes so loud

 

The days of innocent youth may be over

But the mascara and lipstick stayed

As the did the vinyl and music

Playing out till the end of my days…

 

DAY SEVEN

Barefoot on the grass

Sensual and delicious

Cool stolen kisses

 

 Pre raph for poems

Nonsense Rhyme

Words and rhymes and news and views

Barriers, boundaries, roads and gates

Eat your words

Rhyme your slang

Read the news

And air your views

Over the barrier

Cross the boundary

Up the road

And through the gate

Eat the air

Rhyme the news

Up over the gate

To cross the road

A bit of nonsense

I know too well

A meaningless poem

Cos I’m tired as hell!

 21st April

 

 

Dark Desire

I love a little hidden café

Down a backstreet of the world

A tiny door, a little step

A secret place for sure

In my little hidden corner

A refuge from the world

To dream awhile, escape a while

To sup, of that I’m sure

A double espresso

Oh yes please

Let me savour every drop

And escape into my dreams

You won’t find me in Starbucks

Or Costa that’s for sure

Or sipping tasteless liquid

That’s masquerading for the pure

So I hide in my dark corner

And sip the sacred brew

A bean that in its destiny

Became the elixir of my life

I love to hide in cafés

The dark ones are the best

Away from life and mundane things

A date with aromatic pleasure

So dark seductive liquid

In my hidden world

You are mine and I am yours

Just one more please mister….

21st April

 

 

Seasons of Life

We bloom like pink cherry blossom in Springtime’s gentle light

Running wild with Summer’s flame with no thoughts of tomorrow

Yielding to sweet Autumn’s timely harvest we slow our pace

And when Winter comes we sleep eternally on snow chilled land

To rise again amongst the bennu bird of paradise foretold

20th April

 

 

Crossroads

We sat together,

Alone and solitary

Staring emptily

At each other across the table

Not holding hands

The chasm was enormous

Unspoken words pored out

Holding us in their thrall

Before tumbling

Into an empty vastness

Two lives unlived

Opportunities never taken

Promises unfulfilled

Held stagnate by chilled emotion

Silent words screeched out

For freedom

Poignant screams fell

Heavily into the void

Of unspoken heartache

Where did we go wrong?

At what point was the love

All over?

Where did it go

When it died?

I sighed, bodily

Yet still no words

The black pit between us

Reflected in our tear stung eyes

Don’t go

I wanted to scream

But instead choked

I knew not what you thought

I love you

But my words went unsaid

You moved to go

I moved towards the door

Both in opposite directions

We had already

Become the past

April 19th

 

 

Birthday Poem

Sunshine and children

Laughter and families

Walking and running

And kicking a ball

Twilling and whizzing

Climbing and sliding

Skipping on green grass

Fun for all

These are the days

Of memory making

Hugging and kissing

Having a ball

Happing in sunshine

Wearing a smile

Three generations

Passing time

Enjoying a cycle

A returning sun

All of us happy

Feeling so young

Life is so fleeting

We all need to grab it

Hold on to the laughter

Have lots of fun

April 18th

 

 

A Cursed Kiss

I watch you from the shadows

Half hidden

Bathed in darkness

And expectation

The taste of twilight on my lips

Adorned on yours a ruby smile

A beautiful red blood rose blooms

A nocturnal garden of sweet delight

I move closer

Ah if only you knew my desire

If only you could know me

For who I truly am Instinct and dark desire

Deny this Released from my forbidden shadow

Our eyes meet for one brief moment

No remorse

No guilt

My kiss of fate

Is cast upon your life

April 17th

 

 

Wonderment

Surround me in your green

Dapple me in your sunshine

Bathe me in your rays of beauty

I shall lie beside you

Warm and glowing

In the velvet of your meadows

And when the rains return

Shall thy cleanse my soul

As I return to wonderment

Bury me in your woods of old

Cradle my spirit

In the all knowing of eternity

When the world falls away

And all that is left is the love

Your embrace will go on

15th April

 

 

Times Passing

From the shore line

I gaze across the sea

Towards the future

Wondering

Grassy dunes behind

Cannot ever

Hide my past

Acceptance

Rooted in the present

Cold rivulets

Soul fire quenched

Breathe

Storm clouds coming

Eyes close

Waves splash

Rise

14th April

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