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The Devil and I…..

Betwixt the strokes of the clanging bell

Midnight hangs like a waiting shroud.

There’s a place so dark no shadows fall;

Tis a void amidst the changing years

So go not there for you’ll not return.

Behind the chimes of the old and the new,

Is an alleyway ancient between the realms

And in this place you must not wait

Lest you be seen by those who observe.

Only the brave will want to go.

Only the courageous will want to know.

For this is the land at the end of time;

The forgotten land where the Devil rides out.

If you hear him, you must close your eyes.

If you see his chariot above the skies

You must wish three wishes so he’ll then pass by.

Do not linger and do not look

For if you do, your soul he will pluck.

At the stroke of midnight

Just walk away,

Do not look back

And do not stay.

How do I know this?

How could this be?

Well of course

The Devil and I keep good company…..

The Devil Rides Out...

The Devil Rides Out…

She always thought……

She always thought that she could swim underwater

She always thought that she was strong enough to swim against the tide

She always thought that she would forever exist outside of human dreams

But far too late she realised she was drowning…

She always thought her wings were forged of mighty steel

She always thought she had the ability to fly right into the sun

She always thought she knew exactly how to ride the winds

But she rode the winds straight into the fire…

She never thought that she would actually scorch her beautiful wings

She never thought she would drown alone in the dark night stream

She never thought that her world really was all an illusion

And that the horizon and the dream would always be just that tiny bit out of reach

What then, if she allowed herself to drown?

What then, if she allowed her beautiful steel wings to burn up and melt?

And then what would she be; just who would she be?

Alone and lost upon the shores of time the beautiful little fairy took her last earthly breath…

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In Circle Dark…..

On this night of thinning veil ‘neath death’s dark cloak, a shadow falls.
As spirits call their eerie cry we meet…

Hands wrenched tight in circle cast by cauldron burning bright.
In wind so chill, by flight of bat, we wait…

On cold, damp earth by elder tree, born of blood and bone.
A sudden chill, an icy breeze, with pounding hearts we call…

As midnight rises through our veins and sacred herbs we burn.
Our darkest fears are manifest; the Shadow spirals in…

Yet on this eve of thinning veil the darkness we embrace.
A womblike shroud encapsulates, we hold our breath; we wait….

“we hold our breath…we wait..”

Immortal One

Passion and desire resonates deep within                                                                                  

Soul truths surface and submerge in a cycle of becoming

Stirrings that quicken my being with fresh new light

I crave renewal as I walk upon the slippery lip of darkness

My immortal one I am under your spell

Your dark embrace quells all doubts and irrelevant thoughts within me

Take me as your own

Devour my fragile shell as I willingly offer you my body and soul

I sink into a darkness pungent with risen death

Yet alive with life

Memories bound in blood and bone and revelation

Deep yearning to connect to kindred

My dark dreams weave in and out of  forgotten forests

The land reveals  seven discarded tines bathed in moonlight

Majestic and solitary upon the cool damp earth

He was no match for you my Lady and offered all that he was and was yet to become

The time for mortals to sleep and dream is nigh

To return to that airless womb

The eternal palace of comfort and peace

I yield and sink further into my dreams

Embracing my immortal maker

She who waits with kisses so seductive

All reasoning lost as the sweet darkness surrounds me with stark comforting coldness

I surrender to the death and decay of my humanity

No compromise, no bargain

Further and further down I sink

Numb, cradled in the void,

I yield hungrily to your dark embrace, my lady

At one with all that ever was

Please leave me waiting not

The yearning of existence becomes me as I sup my mother’s blood

Yet it is She who takes the sacrifice whether offered willingly or not

My blood in the sacred chalice

Use it as you will, My Lady

Will my shadow be revealed to atone for all that was?

My Sweet Queen, she offers the sacred renewal

Sweet bloodstained kisses from my yearning lips I offer

A cycle fulfilled, a yearning soul reborn

May 2012

Roses in the ice…

I still picture the roses in the ice                                                                                                                                       Thinking i knew........

They haunt me still

And in my mind’s eye

I reach again for the soft petals

That shred with secret thorns

That face, that sad mysterious face.

A thousand years and as many tales told

Thinking I knew

But I will never ever know why he placed the roses in the ice…

May 2012

The End of Days

Can you taste the essence of live’s gone by?
Can you enter your soul with the eyes of a child?
What do you see there and what do you find?
A glimmer of stardust, a ray of hope,
Or gloom and despair and the hangman’s rope?
Crossing the threshold to the other side
Determines our destiny and reveals all the lies.
A shimmer of stardust in the midnight sky,
A portent of your future or from your past a cry?
The Temples of Humanity are raised by a few
And the Hallows of Night refuse to be found
As our footsteps echo on barren ground.
How far up the mountain can humanity climb
To free itself of the mortal grind?
For the stardust falls but upon a few,
Dare we pause, dare we catch it; tell me will it be you?
Or will you sink to the mud,
Bathed in your own human blood.
Trapped in a mindset that’s out of time,
Out of sinc with God’s given rhyme?
The wave is coming
The tide is now.
Ride it or fight it
Evolve or die.
So when you taste the essence of live’s gone by
And you free the child within your soul,
Will you sacrifice all when the time is right?
Will you pluck your future from the deathly night?
When the Dragon Breath finally fades
And you look into The Eye at the End of Days,
And those that “just are” spin you round and around
Can you honestly say your soul is unbound?

The Keeper of Scrolls 2008

2012: Myth, Reality or New Beginnings?

‘If we look to the stars to see the sights, the stars will come down with fists to fight’

 

Ahead of humanity in this very special and extremely challenging year are interesting times indeed; many folks have numerous different theories on what this year of 2012 actually means. One thing is for sure, great changes do most certainly lie ahead and the world as we know it will never be the same again. For the world today is certainly not what most people think, right from the very start of the origins of humanity, to the true purpose of mankind, to what is going on under our very noses right now in respect of world affairs, we have never been told the truths, simply very watered down versions of the truth. Yet for those who would seek, the truth certainly can be found.

Years pass by, people come and go upon the sphere of time and this planet our earth, somehow always seems to endure the ravages rent upon it by mankind, yet for how much longer? Over the centuries mankind has waged many destructive wars on each other; all of which have been relentless and pointless as no lessons have ever been gained. Man has stolen from within the earth all of that which sustains the health of the planet and has over the centuries caused destruction, pain and grief not only to the planet but also to its innocent wildlife. One wonders where it will all end – yet end it surely will. Can we even try and imagine a world before the greed, ego and lies of mankind bought so much harm and chaos to the planet? Would we like to consider a time after all this has been caused to cease?

It has always been told in times past that there are Keepers and Watchers, often known by the name of Nephilim, who walk amongst us, carefully keeping the balance and overseeing the ‘affairs of men’. If this were to be true, just what would they be making of the current world situation; the current crisis? Would they be gathering their armies’ right here, right now as mankind fulfils his current cycle of destruction? Humanity was never destined to act in this out of control way and I for one would take great delight and joy in the knowledge that the Old Ones were on their way back and were about to take charge again.

When the time is right mankind will have to face redemption and to atone for all his misdoings. How will he fare and will the Old Ones  be kind with him?  And if they are kind will mankind have learnt a valuable lesson? But if the Old Ones are not kind by human standards but are kind to the planet itself, what then? Is mankind rapidly running out of precious time? Given a choice, who would save mankind or who would save the planet? Is it a choice of the bigger picture or the little picture; the A movie or the B movie? And is the choice really ours to make? Maybe that is just what the Keepers and Watchers are at this moment considering, for saving humanity puts us right back at square one where we started, yet saving the planet could indeed be a new beginning of a brand new cycle.

Yet the veil, the illusion that hangs hard and fast in our world of lies, which we are drip fed with daily is challenged by only a few individuals who wish to know the world as it truly is.

When one considers the mainstream religions of the world what does one find there? One finds a plethora of myth and dogma which all hide the real truths from the people in order to put their own false messages across. They all hide the real truths from everyone because they do not want the truths to be out there; it is a way of being in control, keeping people forever in the dark with pretty made up stories. The whole ethos of certain mainstream religions are just one big illusion and yet so many thousands of folks buy into it. Why? One only has to put all the facts together to solve the jigsaw for oneself to see what is really going on, but very few people actually ever do, preferring to forever wear the blindfold of illusion, living in a false hope of being saved one day.

In the past, great teachers, often known as messengers have known of and taught the truths of existence yet their messages have been silenced in riddles and rhymes, their knowledge hidden away in pages of holy scriptures; their teachings transformed into false religions. Many paths today still create and allow people to buy into a vision of a past that never, ever existed and so thus the lies continue. Yet the truths that were once taught are out there, they are still being taught for those who truly seek, for those who will truly find.

Chances do come along that will allow us to make change, teachers and guides come along at certain perfect points in time, but is the individual who must take the steps, grasp the opportunity to walk out of the darkness of the mundane world. Time is so swiftly passing by and who can not say that as the Old Ones observe the affairs of mankind and duly raise their chalices, certain foretold cycles will come to completion and the truth will surely be revealed for all to see.

“And so it came to pass that the world of men transformed into L.i.g.h.t”

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

Angel of Destiny

I looked for love but there was no one there                                  

I plucked an Angel from the midnight air

All my words were lost in time

Trapped in a world without a rhyme

In the starry night I felt battered and torn

I searched for a reason for being born

Over and over and alone I cried

Tossed on the winds of fate I died

Can a thousand good deeds ever right wrongs

Will this world ever know the Song of Songs?

When the spoken word is spoken no more

Will the tides of blood still kiss the shore?

I was lost in a place that was out of time

I was out of sync with human kind

I saw my gods but did they see me

If I imagined them did they imagine me?

Does a kiss on the lips from another soul

Or a heart felt hug make one whole?

Wishes and dreams and starry illusions

Are all very well yet lead to confusion

I travelled far and I travelled wide

The Angel was constantly at my side

He told me the truth of my fate and my rhyme

And he taught me how to decipher time

Too many questions I had to ask

I couldn’t keep silent, hated the farce

In the dark of the night, in the cold light of day

My Angel constantly showed me the way.

He told me the truth of the rhyme and the nine

He gave me the code to the sphere of time

I saw him drink from the chalice of blood

I knew what he wanted, I gave it with love.

I began to fly, I caught the winds

Took control of my breath, learnt from my sins

As each dawn is new and each darkness fresh

My Angel gave me eternal bliss.

The Chalice

The vine was full.

I supped the wine little knowing the fruit wasn’t mine.

I lay down in the sun; felt the warmth, a lifetime lived and never a thought.

In the warmth of the sun my soul awoke, my body bathed in the golden glow.

All sins and sinners turned aside; the sun caressed like a holy tide.

Dreams and desire I knew to be mine so I allowed my body to ride on the tide.

Lost in a wave of human desire; drinking the wine from the chalice of fire.

I spilled a drop, just a tiny drop, a tiny drop of the blood-red wine.

Splashed on my thigh it reflected the sun

Yet the ruby rose just shone and shone.

Confliction and confusion in the name of the rose.

Dark and seductive but torn by the thorn; a tear upon my lily-white thigh.

A herald of winter.

A dawning of desire.

I sank in the silk of a silent night; satin and velvet cradled me tight

But the rose still pierced and the blood still flowed;

And the vine and the wine were never mine.

The sun an illusion; desire was just dust.

For I had supped the blood from the holy vine;

I’d emptied the chalice as though it was mine.

Though the ruby within had never been mine,

Yet I was drunk on the blood from the holy shrine.

Eyes from the past stared out from the dark.

I had crossed the void in the holy name,

I had dared to sup from the holy cup.

I had taken a stride to be by the side of those who guarded in the ancient name.

I saw the blood, fresh on the chapel floor, the dreams were real, illusion no more.

Dare I bathe in the blood of an ancient past; tend to his needs as She once did?

Dare I awaken, confront the truth, cross the line, to be transformed?

 

The chapel is dark and a lone candle flickers.

Dare I take the step, grasp the hidden thorn,

Cross the divide to be reborn?

  

Love and Light (a poem for Yule)

I heard the wind whispering.

I felt the cool breeze in my hair.

I saw the Star and followed.

I heard the eternal voice of the one who loves me.

If I leave no trace upon this land

I know her sweet laughter will forever guide me home

To the place where I belong.

The winter’s chill and the long dark nights are no more.

The forgotten shadows fade

And the Light within reveals the true beauty of Life.

I shall fear not the unknowing

I shall fear not life

I will embrace all,

My cherished journey.

The Light beckons me on this night

And I am led towards G-D by her loving hand.