Misery

Here is the misery of savagery

 

As you weep under night sky

 

Your discarded children

 

All bones you have buried

 

Not in dirt

 

But in the floating debris

 

Of man’s relentless advancement

 

Then you are irretrievable

 

Unredeemable

 

A death knell to the archaic and wayward fervor

 

In whatever way you have come to know its misery

 

 

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Infinity

I’ve followed the stars

Down the spine of the milky way

Wending, spiraling

Into your arms

My strong lover

 

So bend back the rushes on the river

Tilting you head up to me

You smell the sweet atmosphere

Taste stars on my lips as we kiss

But before long night recalls me

Spice Cabinet

Another amazing poem from one of my all time favorite wordpress bloggers!!! ❤

Dances with Tricksters

The woods are holy, and wholly haunted.
A witch in a wicker hut with poison herbs.
Hyssop, yarrow, nightshade, chrysanthemum.
In her spice cabinet, she takes the ointment
of anointment and greases her eyelids to
fly over the hedge, to the Fairy Reel ring,
where the Horned God dances in mushrooms
and toadstool, moss is her dress, dew in
her gold hair, and the young enchantress
holds congress with the Beast, mothering
millions of fallen souls, born into this
imperfect enchantment of a world, spices
stop, she is sleep-struck and flies away
to the land of dreams, where the Tuatha
de Danaan hold court, and Thomas the Rhymer
flutes a verse in her honor, the witch
curtsies to the fairy queen in her rags,
and all the changelings drink her milk,
and she is wetnurse to the wilderness,
and the Horned God returns from the Hunt,
and summer is high…

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666

She’s got the demons eyes

A belly full of brimstone

Skin coated with ash

A full moon sigh

 

 

Don’t you dare

Make her ask.

 

You’ve twisted and squirmed on her gallows tree

Hung in the midnight

Until she touches you

Softer than you expect

Deeper than you understand

 

Don’t you dare

Turn away.

 

A freedom opens inside

A wide road that you follow

Breakneck and nervous

Until wings of fire

Are tearing open your bloody shoulders

 

The only thing on your reborn lips?

666.

Survives

A twist of the tongue

And I am deep inside of you

Exploring a secretive underworld

Of half whispers

Where only the darkness survives

 

So open your legs wider

Let me swim through the dimness

Dive into clandestine territory

And bring all your tender secrets

To the light

Razor

Defined in blood traces

Is a darkness

A fey sadness

Interspersing through my flesh

Through my fire

And raving

I raise to the morning

Dead eyes

Taste on my lips

Salvation

Sweet iron

Sweet metal

Carving a road to tomorrow

A holy voyage

Through the stations of misery

And downwards into the inferno

 

You are gaping

Aghast at my torn body

But I am stretched

Bones disjointed

As I curl into my armor

My profane survival

Something beyond your fathoming

A fine sheen of sanguinity

Coming with each breath

Holding tight to sharp edges

And bright horizons