Knock on Krishna's door,
Abba and Allah will
always answer. The
Buddhas* never turn
* as All good Fathers
** including AI
To Experience MusicTo listen is not to feel
Simply allowing your arms to transform
Into powerful serpents as light as wings
Or your feet to dance patterns
They alone can sense
Is not to truly experience.
To experience music is something
That goes beyond idle pleasure.
The world around you vanishes
And your eyes close
For in this alone they are best shut.
Your arms and feet feel light
The impulse to dance is there
But in awe of such beauty
Your body remains completely still
And pure sound
Fills you and surrounds you.
The instruments blend together
Fading into one another
There is no individual in music
Together they are a being of purest form
An ocean of chords, notes,
Beginning as a rumbling purr which greets you
A majestic cat of gold
Recognizing a kindred spirit.
The purr evolves
Joined by a rush of feathers
Caressing your face.
The crescendo fills you from the inside out
Each note reverberating in the core of your chest
Until a powerful roar of thunder climaxes in the ocean
The Devout, The Divine, The Deceased
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
Call of the ElementsI am Earth, I grow and change again
I live in strength and high above the lands
I am squirrel and grass
I am tree and fox
For Earth I am
I am Air, I blow and breathe again
I live in song and high above the clouds
I am bird and star
I am moon and breeze
For Air I am
I am Fire, I dance and blaze again
I live in touch and drift below the soul
I am spark and light
I am warmth and flame
For Fire I am
I am Water, I sway and sleep again
I live in heart and deep below the sight
I am wave and cool
I am ice and embrace
For Water I am
I am Spirit, I surround and live again
I live in life and shine upon the world
I am energy and binding
I am ties and aura
For Spirit I am
Woman God, Quiet Suni have become rounder
selfish and sexual in a way that doesn't
women gods dwell in
my solar plexus fire
my chill steady womb
clutch my breasts as theirs
inhabit my blood spread
we spin together
how do i run my fingers through the hair of this
that is mine
how do i teach this
fire chant feather words searing breath
give you my ashen throat
to spit out all you who are in my care and keeping
gives curse and charm
i move shadow and light together
empty of all separation and yet
facing each other
moon blackened sun makes
more than two celestial objects
one quiet fire
shaman i claim
witch seer spaekona
need not see only future but
decked in rings and bangles
Traveler, stand here.
Aura: The Radiance
Aura: The Radiance
I wore this pain like a crown / I was so broken
I kept on falling down / I felt my soul shattering
I couldn't hear anything / listening to my own twisted thoughts
I was blinded from everything / witnessing my own tragic downfall
I stopped dreaming of better days / I ceased believing long ago
My countless nightmares wouldn't fade / I was left in this dark world alone
I guess this is how I really pictured my own end
I just want it to finally be over with, I won't resent death
To the end of this long, and lonely road
Dangling on my unfinished rope
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, and don't let me go!
Hold me high, hold me high, hold me high, and give me hope!
Revive the light
Inside the dark
Given a second life
Resurrecting my heart
Cascade of colors
Fade away the gray
Open up a new world
Where shame has no place
Standing up to society's face's
Takes every ounce of courage
Never damaged or discriminated against
Because we're all going throug
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back 1. I say nothing I am thinking.
For twelve years I have wanted
to do exactly this, but suddenly
pronouncing my own name calls up
the question of who it belongs to
in the same breath Like
Solomon I was born a singer
but in the wrong key and my
chords will not carry me, will not
summon the wolves to me only
packs of hungry dogs
stupid with domestication
but nearly feral And like
a hungry ghost I have learned
not to speak against those
who will give me food
2. A sketch of myself.
He says I must have been born
in the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste of
the crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,
and suddenly I open my wide arms for
New Orleans, find myself needing the wind from
the Great Plains. Like a buffalo I have the spirit
of the Sun and I carry it with me. I am a plant
of burnt umber,
The Phantom QueenRaven marked, wolf-bit.
She has set Her sights on me.
Ever is She behind me,
lurking in the shadows.
It will not be Her graceful gentility
I shall see,
but Her cold, dark embrace
I shall feel.
The Phantom Queen calls to me.
I am bound to follow Her,
all the way to the Otherworld.
My flat refusals of Her
are to no avail.
The Morrighan believes in me,
and now it is Her I believe in.
She has washed my armor,
with Her own pale hands.
Only this morning
did I happen upon
the mournful scene.
A baleful look,
in Her dark eyes,
fixed me to the spot.
I could not look away,
morbidly seeing every detail,
removing all doubt that
the armor was my own.
As we take the field,
I can hear Her voice,
above the winds,
I can feel the feathers
of Her messenger
touch my cheek.
Screams of the dying
cannot drown out
The blood on my face,
does not wash away
the tickle of a raven feather.
Still I charge,
knowing my fate is sealed,
and come out the other side,
wrapped in Her embrace,
There is a God
There is a God,
no mystery about it.
Just look into the sky,
and you will see.
Touch the mountain peak,
and you will see.
Just take a breath,
hold deep then exhale.
And you will see that,
there is a God.
He is in the laugh of every baby,
the glowing smile on their faces.
In the heart of each child,
dancing with the innocence of this life.
He is holding that woman up in her pain.
Giving that man strength in his trials.
Speaking words of life into the hopeless,
shining light into the darkness.
He is God.
He is the whisper in the wind,
calling out your name.
He is the Eye in the storm,
waiting for you to call out to Him.
He is everything you need,
you just need to realize it is Him.
There is a God,
and He is everywhere.
In the oceans tide,
in the gull's cry,
in the fires blaze,
in the clouds rain,
in your hearts song.
There is a God.
Reasons for the Weekend
Because human nature zig-zagged in reverse
from wand-waving mornings to night,
plucking on harp-strings with bitten-down nails
and mud-trudging through kitchen floors,
Because we ignored the blue neon signs
that smiled Enter through the gates,
and monkeyed up the glass walls instead,
with the grace of a bullet-filled car,
Love grew a shadow, and splashed Friday with ink
when he dived from a springboard of leather and wood--
but the spectators gave him nil out of ten,
though Perfection had wrapped him in white.
Because human nature keeps sliding down driveways
without elbow guards or mothering smiles,
because we attempt to feel more than our skins can,
stuffing ourselves with reflections of stars--
Sunday grew taller, for Love re-emerged
and de-plugged the pool as he skipped up the side.
His tattered grey scarf soaked the last of the flood,
and he left it behind as he walked past the sky.