I open my eyes.
The darkness is blackness.
The stillness is complete.
The silence is deafening.
I breathe in once
and the air is so warm.
The exhalation slow.
Why do I feel dizzy?
I move my limbs.
Realisation bites,
it is then that I scream.
A scream nobody will hear.

23/01/24

I am birthed from an egg in the forbidden land,
standing proud I stretch my arms out wide.
I open my eyes and open my heart,
emoting memories pour into my cold mind.
And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames.
carry me out to the infinite stars of knowledge,
to where the Twin Goddesses of Truth
petition the serpent to deceive the future.
The barge of the Gone Forever sails past
and it bows its bows to the flail and the sceptre,
turquoise and gold with the face of millennia,
its image forever burnt into my countless lives.
I, Mighty One of Enchantment,
now fly from the shell that holds my long sleep
to the thirteenth direction of my smile.
And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames.

I beseech and invoke, with secret Words of Power,
the hidden wisdoms of the ancient spell.
I scribe, weighing words in their charm
to call forth the Magic of the Dark Night.
And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames
of he who abides throughout all time,
consume me with a thousand thousand names,
and make me the Lord of All Laws.
All Hail! to the girdle of the stars.
All Hail! to the secret glyphs.
Guide my journey through the eternal time
and take my Sphynx as your devoted sacrifice.
I, Mighty One of Enchantment,
now sail my boat of millions of years
to the thirteenth direction of my smile.
And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames.

TSPoetry:  “Good karma goes a long way”

let us substitute:

Good poetry goes a long way.
A good poem is oft, but necessarily, a long way away.
A long way is the only way to a good poem.
Along the way, karma uncovers good poems.
Karma is the derivative of good.
Poetry is karma realized.

You make your own karma,
for you write poetry
for your primary
audience.

Yourself.

that smile from a distant moment
a moment in time
that burns forever in my dreams

my high school crush
that I let slip away
we shared poetry and laughter
but never love
for I had another
and did not recognize  
that she was the one
meant to be

how perfect it was
that smile
it was real
it was...emotion

fifty years later
and the smile I expected to see again
in other faces
other dreams
never came

I have a plan.
I haven’t made it yet
but I plan on making a plan.
So that’s the plan…

Sure, there is scripture that backs genocide.
Do us all a favor,
close that book and throw it away!

We cross paths year after year,
Your longwinded narratives
were never quite clear..
Now I can see you for who you are,
participant in separation
ethnic cleansing and war!

I don’t put you in darkness
Nor **** the disease
I don’t take it personal that you’ve been deceived.
But mostly,
what ever ethnicity you claim you are…
We all came down from the heavens
and we’re all made of stars.