Tag Archive: Original Poetry


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.

 

Exmore 1

NaPoWriMo 2017

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

Insomnia

In the long endless night

When I cannot sleep

I yearn for the solace of the daylight hours

I would rise now in darkness

But others annoyingly lie silently sleeping

Unaware of my nightly battle

Of my silent screams

Good for them

(I think not)

Yet I fear my movements

Would wake them

They innocently slumber

While I resist prowling

The dark and creaking house

So I lie awake

Listening to music

Not the soothing kind

Usually Meat Loaf

Or Guns and Roses

Funny how that sooths me

While the ‘soothing’ type just irritates

When dawn arrives

I finally enjoy a hot black coffee

Then slumber comes mockingly

And I steal the night time back

Or was that the cat

Wanting to go out?

April 7th 2015

Letting go…

When angry or riled I quench my passion in a poem

Like an arrow fired at the cause of my dark mood

Seething words freed into the universe

Now I am at peace

Now then tell me

Is it my words that have soothed me so

Letting free, letting go

Or was it my deadly witches’ curse that surely found its target?

And does it matter?

April 6th 2015

All that I love

I love the dark & I love the night

I love the beauty of a dragon in flight

I love the shadows and I love the hidden

I love all secrets that are forbidden

I love the draw of a demon’s lair

To live with the vampires

And not having to care

I love the seas when the tide is high

I love the heavens when a storm is nigh

I love to roam where the wild ones roam

To live with the old ones

I would love it so.

In my dreams of the darkest night

I embrace all that I love with sheer delight

April 5th

The Time of Light

The time of the light is here!

But I am a creature of the dark; I cry.

Spring is here in all its glory!

But I hold the winter deep within my frozen heart

Rise up and sing the praises of the re-birthed light!

But I yearn the soul comfort of demons and spectres

Yay! The days of unending sunshine are here!

But I crave the doomed secrets hidden in the shadows of flickering candlelight

Bright beach days are ahead; don’t you know?

I plead with fingers clenched for the forgotten forests of my nightmares

The days ahead are sunshine days; days for play you know!

Please, please go away and let me be

Leave me in my darksome, sunless lair

And dare not to wake me from my eternal slumbers

Til winter comes again…

April 4th 2015

Something silly played on telly last night…..

Like an old scratched shellac record

Going round and around

Getting nowhere in a dusty old groove

Round and around

Over and over again

Echoing, empty words

Sounds of a bygone age

A cacophony of sound

That blanket ones ears

Out of time, dusty and worn

Yet round and round it goes

Stuck…stuck…stuck

Same old notes

Same old song

Cajoling us to dance the dance

To play the song

To learn the words

To sing along

Round and around

Old words

Old tunes

Old singers

Stuck…stuck…stuck

A blunt needle spinning at high speed

Spewing out the white noise of inharmonious harmonies

I can no longer hear the tune or dance the dance

For my tune; my music is of a greater sound

Walking over to the record player I turn off the switch.

In another room

In another universe

The composers play on…..

April 3rd 2015

Steps on a Journey

Each step I take is unique

Each different from the one before

A small step that will never be again

And yet each step is life to me

Taking me to where I need to be

I cannot stand still within time

For my feet ever march on

My road is bumpy, stony and less travelled

Yet it is my road

I tread it as best I can

For only I know how

Am I going or coming?

Am I travelling in or out of the labyrinth?

Is destiny to be found at the centre?

Or at some yet undefined compass point?

It’s my road though

My perception

My creation

Wandering

Meandering

Through my life

Ancient steps trod before

With wisdom gained from wise ancestors

Whose own roads are forever etched in their time

I pause and decide which way now

There is no past

No future

Only now and me

Time does not exist

The road is me

Is now

I am the road

The steps are mine

The road pulses as it twists and turns

Fresh and new and exhilarating

Spinning me around

Throwing me off kilter

Awakening me to my journey

I hold on to my life

Feet upon the ground

One small step

Unique and different from the one before

April 2nd 2015

Silence….

I love to sit in silence

To surround myself in it

Envelope myself from the day

My bubble of silence is my world

And yet is a world so large, so expensive

That I am beautifully lost in the enormity of it

A silent world unending yet complete

Adventures begin and end in silence

As do dreams

The silent hills of destiny beckon

And who am I to argue….

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