I’m done with shame
I'm done with pain
It messes with my purity
And with my Identity

I'm done with holding myself back
For projections of the past
Right now the present moment
Is the one I want to last.

Courage, freedom and excitement
Curiosity, amazement
They're all my gateway to this new life
Where I'm living and I fly
And the shapes up on my sky
Come and pass, rise and subside
Kindly, unafraid to hide
For acceptance awaits
Those who know that all the greats
Lived with emotions running high
In front of their pen and their eye
Now, why would I
Not let the wind
Blow through my soul just a bit
Or as long as it’s needed
For the peace
I seek.

_M.

She --
was seen and born of stars .
An evil sorceress had
fixed a malevolent eye
on her person and
would go against Goddess
and Pneuma ,
but she would be rescued
by a warrior .
☆
Now --
adrift between
worlds ,
in a sea of intuition
and hermetic
communication ,
she glimpses an owl ,
sometimes a messenger
of death ,
and moves toward the
Altar of Fire .
☆
Energy --
Matter , Psyche and
Spirit ,
as it came in that
progression ,
all timelines flowed
through her ,
sacred law and ritual ,
until the mysteries of all
Nature were
revealed ,
by Metatron , angel of
blessings and dreams .
☆
She --
would know the taste of
victory ,
she will not be
denied .
No debased or lesser being
would cross her path ,
not to feel the sting of her
sword steel .
Till she would take her place
in Heaven ,
with the lion and the faun .

The blue green metalled
carapace
shot brilliant shafts of
light ,
blinding him , back to
Akasha ,
as Scarab meandered
knowingly before him .
☆
His left arm was at rest
on the cool slab of marble
while seated , as the other
limb
moved involuntarily
from a hidden source .
☆
Looking up as autonomous
fingers scribed on ,
watching as hundreds ,
thousands of
years flow into a vibration
of centuries ,
caressed by the Divine and
the Holy Spirit .
☆
Then into arms of the
Angel of Dreams ,
to ride in his chariot of
forgetfulness .
As above and then so below
and the spirit of Love will
surely rest on them all .

My grandmothers are
standing there ,
mother , maiden , crone .
Wisdom , transformation
and they are guardians
of the doorway .
☆
Black Crow waits patiently
outside .
New Moon in
Scorpio ,
the blank rune , Judgement ,
spirits of the earth and
material existence .
☆
Destiny is power and using
Chaos ,
like the three fates ,
or cutting a thread ,
only realising it was always
this way .
☆
My grandmothers are
standing there .

Tree of Life stood at the
centre
of an intersection of
wheels .
He sat to one side in
blue light ,
while above him flew the
Spirit of the Shadow
and an enormous bird
made of fire .
☆
The High Priestess was
there besides ,
and to her left , the Queen
of Swords
danced dervish , slicing
the air .
On the wall behind her ,
an array of knives
and she slept every night
covered in flowers .
☆
Niaids moved swiftly
through swollen streams ,
past a luminescent green
magic grove .
Forest faeries in ceremonial
dress ,
watched as three devotees
of different psychic realms ,
communed with their
ancestors and Nature .
☆
One was adorned with
hibiscus ,
another had come laden
with dreams ,
a third one was dancing in
a soft perfumed mist ,
while all around hundreds
of animals and birds ,
began to sing with one voice
on the wind .

And harm ye none , so mote it be ,
to this we do aspire .
Let the Shadow come out to play ,
A devil hides in the briar .
☆
Black solitary dimension of
tumult and woe ,
she moved her vibration
higher .
A flaming chariot on which
she rode ,
the ******* of all liars .

And yes they were the best of times ,
of love and tears and
memory .
Where dreamt I slept black
granite slab deep ,
cold and sans regret .
☆
Night-birds sang above my
head ,
dead lovers called my
name .
While in my lonely dreaming ,
perfect love became the grave .
☆
So despised without good
cause ,
I determined to sleep on .
The rider on white stallion
showed me poetry and
song .
☆
But when last came time to
leave that place ,
and journey beyond that
vale ,
I prayed for Him to keep me
fast ,
I prayed I would not fail .
☆
Attila said where he had
passed ,
no grass would ever grow .
It grew instead upon his grave
where children seeds
had sown .
☆
Now forging pathways to this
world ,
sacred numbers were my guides .
Moon rise over still water ,
where time holds back the
tide .

Forces they refuse to contemplate ,
gather round them like
wraiths .
The stolen treasure they
conspire to conceal ,
scant hope their souls
debased .
☆
See now the towering
archangel ,
Michael , with his sword .
Intent foul purpose now
costly repaid ,
come the Day of the Lord .
☆
Across an expanse of
night and fog ,
they wander now alone .
And not before
transgression reversed ,
will any be suffered come
home .

I know that for now you don't see much

In yourself, and that the touch

Of God on your head seems quite far

You still cry each day so hard

The clouds are struggling to keep up

And you just went all in pre-flop

On yourself, in life, decided to become a giver

To yourself, flow with the river

Play the cards you have been given

And the devil's bluffing well

Deceiving you people can tell

How horrible you're deep inside

And you can try but you can't hide

Your real self, maybe only from yourself

But they all see,

You are despair and scarcity

And doomed to die a nobody

But just you wait, the love you seek

Will be revealed on the fourth street

You'll see him back away a bit

You'll see some hope and all his *******

And just before the river comes

He'll give it all his chips and curse

The blessings coming up,

Trying to make you give up

Do not turn back, you know your worth

You have been love ever since birth

Keep your conviction, show your cards

The river will make him run yards

And you will flow and see that your scars

Are actually part of the compass

Guiding you to the love inside

About one thing he was right

From yourself you cannot hide

And now you see quite easily

The love and freedom that you seek

Were all in you straight from the start

Congrats, that is actually the whole ***

You won't hear it outside heaven but

God is amazed, screams out your name

And just says "****, what a nice play".

_M.

When all around became desolation
and one thing fed into
another ,
the transformation of the soul ,
and revelation of the Pneuma .
☆
I witnessed three unholy princes ,
at once they devoured each other .
Then in flaming cauldron of light ,
were consumed by flaming
fire .
☆
Saved thrice by a ghostly goddess ,
the Moon beneath her feet ,
I was delivered by codes and numbers ,
then reunited by her seat .
☆
The distorted dragon who murders ,
makes charge innocence with crime .
Condemned itself to an endless night ,
this where it would endless lie  .
☆
Then I saw The Hall of Vibration ,
a most melodious singing
choir .
Touched the hem of His sweet garment ,
the glory of Jehovah .