Altar of the Heart

Like Jesus nailed to the cross,

The dreamland of Horrors fastens me

Tensing every bone, every muscle,

As I try to strive free.

Fraught, finally, give up the strain

And in the giving come closer than I have ever been;

Love Beyond Karma

Is there such a thing as Karma-less deeds?
Is Love beyond Karma, released of all needs?
Is Love the purest form in the universe, existent?
Is Love Karma-proofed; Karma-resistant?

I thought of Love as an earth-bound emotion:
Love of friends, family and possessions
Love as in passion, as in devotion
Until conversations with Spiritual lessons.

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The Fate of Old Man Winter

Old Man Winter’s weary head droops,
His rheumy eyes closing, his Time almost done-
His gnarled hands seeking support as he stoops
Cold breath sighing as he watches Young Buck run,
Coming to challenge the Old Man’s rule,
Virile and sure of himself, bringing warm breeze
Encouraged by the Spring Maiden’s enchanting call
Trying to dispel Old Winter’s lingering freeze.

Rise and Fall

Dreams rise-
And fall.
But what matters is what you do,
Through each dip; each break;
Each tumble of the Aspiring Tower.
Carry on! Carry on!
Believe in the Dream –
And believe it will fall –
And be not daunted-
For know another is rising,
Greater than before:

Brush Marks

Brush marks of time tell us When
But not How,
Tell us What, but not Why.
Scurry scurry in the frozen
Crystals of time,
Hurry hurry before the next decline.
Before we are only
Brush marks of time.

Bring Me Home

The domain of Compassion – encompassing all;

The domain of Hope – Always we wait in her hall.

The domain of Fear – can lead to the insane;

The domain of Relief – that leads back out again.

The domain of Rage – filled with anger and fury;

The domain of Peace – brimming with content, purely.

The domain of Love – her floor tiled Yin-Yang;

The domain of Loss – tears flowing in the sand.

And the Dream Made it Worse

Dreaming awake

The butterfly flutters

As the smell of toast

Wafts.

The crow caws

In a dark morning sky

… And the dream made it worse.

Dance the Circle of Life

Dance the circle of life:

A spiral ever down or ever up-

Yours the choice to make,

Yours to learn from mistakes.

Ever moving on that curling path,

Ever flowing from birth to epitaph.

Beware Lady Beauty

Blood red her lips, black as black her eyes
Pale her cheeks, and proud her stance
She looks on with a sneer as you tell your lies
Laughing cold she will make you preen and prance
No mercy shows in her look or deeds
Tight on her leash yet thinking she is under control
Never knowing it is you that she will make bleed
For every wrong you have done she will break your soul.

Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel, cry you not:
Fate is fickle, Sin is not.
Devil-talk with honeyed words,
Homo-sapiens often turned
No thought to reason,
Instinct over-ridden
For dream realisation –
Creation of your vision.
All for just one tiny lie
To society, yourself, and try
To say, it’s not so bad,
The fuss’ll die, I’m just a fad
There’ll be many more after me –
I’m not the only one who ate the apple from the tree.

The Shaman’s Horse

“I am a circle within in a circle/
with no beginning and never ending…”

Mantra say over and again,
Vibrating within; a meditation refrain.
Circle, sway, shuffle, dance:
Chant and drum drum into trance…
Shaman-like the Spirit moves
Hear the thu-thunder of ethereal hooves-
Flying free riding the Shaman’s Horse
Taking an unusual dream-like course
To the sound of the d-rum d-rum beat
Released from the body Travelling fleet

Bricked Up and Locked Up

Heavy lays my heart in this living breast,
A forged metal link’d chain wrapping
Its cold heavy weight ‘round me:
Inside a burden held – no reason known,
Pulling on me, weighing upon my chest.

My Mind’s Eye sees that Wall
That so long ago I built
Imaginative Thought-
Inherent Witchery-
Creating emotional shelter:

The Devil Weeps

Rivers of blood
Shed
Angel’s tears,
The Winged One weeps,
The Devil fears:
What we have made sweeps
Across this earthly hell,
Far more devilry
Than the Devil could compel.

The Blogger’s Prayer

Our Bloggers who art on WordPress
Hallowed be thy sites
Thy Followers come
Thy posts be done
As in ‘draft’
So it is in ‘published’