Category: Poetry


A Heartbeat in Time…

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September 2, 2020

A heartbeat in time
A single breath
A sign to savour
An ancient word
A path to walk
Yet non to tarry
A taken oath
In blood not broken
A chalice of hope
A guiding Light
A weary pilgrim
Wandering home
From first to last
From dusk til dawn
An earthly crown
In heaven borne
A ticking clock
A rising tide
A trumpet loud
A clash of thunder
Clouds and sky
Both ripped asunder
Climbing Angels
Giving hope
Catch their hem
A foot on the rung
Alpha to Omega
Nearly home….

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’ September 2020

moon.willow@ntlworld.com

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In Blessed Darkness….

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December 6, 2019

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In blessed darkness will I walk my path, with footfalls silent on the earth.

Never alone I wander through an age of eternal night time

Yet fear not my lack of human companionship.

Under heavens starry canopy my becoming of self completes;

For I see the world for what it is

And in acceptance I surrender to the future.

I see the dark and light as one as they become each other.

I see the sun, moon and stars revealed through times illusion

And I see the earth bound in sorrow; secrets hidden from mankind’s view.

And yet I also see myself; I see my secret beyond the skin,

I feel the truth flowing as blood upon the land;

In truth and being I unravel upon the sands of time.

Those I knew as kin, never were

And those that truly speak come to me through ages past

Whispering the secrets to my existence from their alabaster beds.

I read the signs left hidden by kindred long ago,

I see the glory revealed in echoes of lives that still resonate

Upon the unending shores of time.

Yet is it only I who truly sees their unwritten language of the past,

Who feels their energy and patterns of life reverberating through my body?

A record left of all times gone and those yet to come.

I tread the path of the guardians, the watchers, the keepers and the protectors of Light.

I know they watch me; yet leave me be; acceptance.

Yet when the blood finally flows and the rising water cleanses

I too will protect and in my becoming, rise to new heights of understanding

Watching from the shadows I bide my time

Wearing this cloak of glorious darkness I await my time

When I too will whisper my tale upon the Hills of Destiny to those whom would listen.

 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

September 2017

 

 

 

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THINK OF ME

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June 13, 2019

Think of me and you think of Mary
Think of Mary and there I am.
Light a candle in the dark
Feel the love
Feel the warmth
Feel the Light.
See me and you see Mary
Touch me and feel her grace.
Gather on the shores
And see with clear vision
The truth that binds us.
Look at me and see Mary
Find her in the darkness and there I shall be

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“The Keeper of Scrolls” June 2016

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THE FALL THROUGH TIME.

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February 17, 2019

Angel lost; fell through stone
Blood and clay far from home.
Fell to earth through stormy waters,
Rebirthed in water, Leviathan’s daughter.

A million years, a thousand stars,
Dismissed from heaven at the eleventh hour.
A portal of slaughter or man’s salvation,
Demon hunger, a sacrament waiting.

Blood red flesh
Bound as one.
Blood is truth
Under a sun.

A Messenger spoke of truth or dare
Told the tale to those with no fear.
In chambers deep with no rebirth,
Secrets kept by G-d on earth.

A magic hill,
A golden tomb
Forever hidden,
Mankind’s doom.
Beauty stirred
Within a thought,
A test of time,
Battles fought.
Love was lost,
Grail diluted.
A story done
But never ended.

Time is endless
Existence not.
A waking serpent,
A fire to stoke.
A dark knight waiting,
The church’s curse.

Turn around
Turn around
My little child.
Water is wet
Wind is wild.
Those we shall meet
And meet again,
Brothers, Sisters,
Lovers. Friends.

Within a season
Within a time
A purpose known
Yet living a lie.

Stoke the embers
Raise the flame,
Time has come
And come again.
Cycles repeat
And repeat once more,
We are born to death,
Few reborn.
Dark waters spilled
Under a dome,
Within a thought
Dark beauty sought.

Ice and fire
Carry the key.
A sinking land
Eternally.
Those we have loved,
We will love again
As ‘we’ carry the Flame
Again and again.

 

The Keeper of Scrolls Feb 2019

 

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FATE WRIT

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November 25, 2018

Those moments in life when death calls
And one existence stretches seamlessly into another
Where reality unravels
And the sun and moon are no longer an illusion
Come walk with me into a world you do not know
A world where my footsteps have already marked my destiny
And my carbon echoes are writ upon times page
In energy and blood
Come walk into a time of endless night and day
A time of truth
Yet a time of lies
A time of choosing sides
Meet me on the other side
Or know me not forever
Step through death’s barrier
With earthly wisdom
And I will know thee
As thy true self
Yet wait I will not
Indulge thee never
For your true light only you must find
And if findeth not, accept that fate so given
As a traveller upon the shores of time
Just that, no more…

 

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‘The Keeper of Scrolls’  November 2018

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Blood Secrets

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July 6, 2018

When the tides turn
And the cold wind blows,
When the waters of creation
Finally consume the lived.
When the clock shall tick no more
I shall take my rightful place
Amongst my true kin.
The Sanctuary was always there;
Hidden within, in my dreams and desires.
Unknown by the unseeing eyes of humanity,
Whose achievements resonate not
Across the wider universe
With the seekers of human flesh.
Think not in human terms;
Think not of a world of matter.
The threshold has been crossed,
Yet it was never of the physical world;
Perceived of with my human eyes.
Everything is of its time;
The past, future and present
Have always been as one.
Future memories visit;
Perceived time lines merge,
Cycles repeat.
Be served well to remember
What is done cannot be undone,
What is known cannot be unknown;
Oaths taken upon the sphere of time
Cannot be untaken.
Remember well; that which you love the most
Is that which binds you to the mortal realm;
Soul bound to the shores of time,
Blood ties secured by DNA.
I guard the door; steadfast,
Knowing that Heaven will await.
The secrets of the blood
Have been gifted.
I stand firm; protector of my kin
Sword in hand and breastplate shinning.
Lest no one pass this way
Lest they stumble over times fragile threshold.
Without true love’s key
All answers remain hidden,
All secrets lost within man’s folly.
Blindness reigns,
Tethered by the ego of mortality.
Yet to those of faith
The secrets within the blood of life;
That sweet threaded coil
Of man-kinds destiny
Is forever within reach.
Yet to those whom mock
With tongue and heart of stone,
The sweet blood secrets hidden within the sacred chalice of life,
Sipped not by those of human descent.

 

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moon.willow@ntlworld.com: July 2018

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

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Dreaming Craft….

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May 2, 2018

I often dream of magic and Craft and connected kin
I dream of sisters sitting round a flame
I dream of a world far away
Visited only in my dream-walkings

I wonder why I go there
All so familiar but at the same time unknown
The ladies look to me for guidance
With clear questioning eyes

They gather round with questions
Bringing a new sister to our gathering
I light an extra candle, one flame among many
I ask how it was she came here

She was told of this gathering at another circle
Said she would find her true self here
Ah yes, I nodded, folks there, do gather here
In our inner circle. Be welcome dear sister

We gather in the light of early evening
The day is still warm and the evening is peaceful before the sun goes down
Come sister let me tell you about Craft
About choices, about honour, about roads to take

She looks at me with gentle eyes, waiting for more
Hungry for more
My truths I share, of other lives lived
The sun goes down, the air is perfumed and she is enthralled

I awake suddenly to my mundane world
Trying to analyse my thoughts, to gather up the threads I had woven
No sense could I derive, ready to dismiss my dream world
Then something, a voice, a thought, a feeling made me go back through that still open door

I realised I knew that place, knew those peaceful serene ladies
I knew I belonged there, knew it was home and had travelled there, time and time again
A dimension not far from this one, where I had taught so many times before
But so different

I re-joined my gathering, the waiting ladies expectant
We talked and shared into the night around the spiralling flame
We spoke of honour and of kin, I shared true knowledge as taught to me and of what magic really is
We laughed and we cried and I knew I truly existed within this truth.

 

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History and Truth…

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April 22, 2018

As history and truth unravel
And the human mind finally sees
No more we will wander the shores
No longer live in dreams

The oldest story written
Is joy to the listening ear
The blinded eyes will see
As the days of old come clear

On saddled shores, the Watchers
Have waited for mankind’s shift
Yet only a few ever made it
The rest will cease to exist

Mankind always had the chances
To rise above ego and greed
Yet took the easy way out
Never considered the planet’s needs

But everything comes home to haunt one
All misdeeds come home to roost
The Observers can only watch us
Time and tide is the judge of all

A dead planet is no good to no-one
Just look at Mars to agree
To travel afar is an answer
But sadly, only in dreams

We are bound to the truth of our actions
We are tied to this planet of time
Yet new realms beckon and call us
Vibrations calling us home

If you get it, you know where I’m going
If you don’t, well you never will
We can learn to challenge illusion
To escape the earthly veil

We are more than this human vessel
We are more than the mundane world
For it’s all been a great expectation
One that we spectacularly failed

Go dream from an outside perspective
Remember that time is manmade
Step away from the ties that bind you
Say no to religion and power

At the end of the day we are mortal
These skins that we wear will not last
We are trapped in lower vibrations
Never heeded the words of the past

Yet we can live again and can travel
Can be guided by shinning lights
We can journey afar to new realms
Can live without day or night

Another existence is out there
A holder of keys you can be
But first you must unlock this door
To see all you can truly see

As history and truth unravel
And the human mind finally sees
No more we will wander the shores
No longer live in dreams

 

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‘The Keeper of Scrolls’  April 2018

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The Rock of Truth

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April 20, 2018

Maybe the words were never written in the sands
But hidden in plain sight for all to see
Recorded and enscribed in stone
For future generations to decode

The truths of life have always been displayed
Dealt out to us by that giant hand whom deals our fate
Turn over just one card for destinies big reveal
Or leave the cards face down; fate unknown

The Old Ones have left the clues
Have entrusted truths in safe hands
Secrets kept by those whom walk the path
Yet truth often bound in myth, is never beautiful

The vast libraries of ancient words
Depict a past untold
Foretell of a future unwritten
Words to heed

False trails laid by a false church and crown
Dead ends and smoke screens
Laws and taxation to control the masses
Barbed words and lies become the norm, the truth obscurer

Why then walk in darkness?
Why wear the hoodwink?
Why accept the ropes tied tight?
Why live without honour, why abandon truth?

Mankind, born from darkness and into darkness sinks
Born blind to live blind
The words of The Messenger ring hollow
Truth found at last, revealed in the darkness of the dying breath

It always was a prison planet, god fodder no less
Free-will, free-choice, but an illusion
Ego-derived lives give fuel to the giant illusion
Crushing the giant awakening in its tracks

Yet words can be re-written, the hand of fate slighted
The many become the few, the chains can break
The words are there, the truth is there, hidden under the rock of lies
The candle in the darkness sees all

 

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‘The Keeper of Scrolls’ April 2018

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In Truth…

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July 23, 2017

In blessed darkness will I walk my path with footfalls silent on the earth.

Never alone I wander through an age of eternal night times

Yet fear not my lack of human companionship.

Under heavens starry canopy my becoming of self completes,

For I see the world for what it is

And in acceptance I surrender to the future.

I see the dark and light as one as they become each other,

I see the sun, moon and stars revealed through times illusion

And I see the earth bound in sorrows; secrets forever hidden within the wyrd.

And yet I also see myself; I see my secret beyond the skin,

I feel the truth flowing as blood upon the land

And in truth and being I unravel upon the sands of time.

Those I knew as kin, never were

And those that truly speak come to me through ages past

Whispering the secrets to my existence from their alabaster beds.

I read the signs left hidden by kindred long ago,

I see the glory revealed in echoes of lives that still resonate

Upon the unending shores of time.

Yet is it only I who can truly see their unwritten language of the past,

Who can feel their energy vibrating still with life;

A life which reverberates through my body;

A record left of all times gone and those yet to come?

I tread the path of the guardians, the watchers, the keepers and the Protectors of Light.

I know they watch me; yet leave me be; acceptance.

Yet when the blood finally flows and the rising water cleanses

I too will protect and in my becoming, rise to new heights of understanding.

Watching from the shadows I bide my time

Wearing this cloak of glorious darkness I await my time

When I too will whisper my tale upon  Destiny’s Hill to those whom would sit and listen.

 

 

 

The Keeper of Scrolls

July 2017

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