AverageJoe
Poem Published
18th May 2024 7:03pm
18th May 2024 7:03pm
Would You Believe Me
I am the the first born son
Of the only son, of an only son, of an only son
A son of a follower of the god of war
Scorpio Rising
Ruled by water, Pluto and Mars
Scorpio's Major Arcana is Death
(Transformation and the cycle of life)
I was born into the Fourth Ray
"Harmony through Conflict
Embracing the dark to birth the light"
The sign of alchemical transformation
Seeking rebirth, renewal, and the illumination of the soul
A Scorpio of the second decan
Actions tied to the six...
Of the only son, of an only son, of an only son
A son of a follower of the god of war
Scorpio Rising
Ruled by water, Pluto and Mars
Scorpio's Major Arcana is Death
(Transformation and the cycle of life)
I was born into the Fourth Ray
"Harmony through Conflict
Embracing the dark to birth the light"
The sign of alchemical transformation
Seeking rebirth, renewal, and the illumination of the soul
A Scorpio of the second decan
Actions tied to the six...
#magic
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
181 reads
10 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 11:09am
28th Apr 2024 11:09am
Magical Presence
It was a warm,sunny day.
You were walking down the beach.
On the golden,shiny sand.
Ocean waves greet you.
And the sunlight rays meet you.
Curious,she saw something out of reach.
At the sunny,warm beach.
Somewhere,at the shore.
She saw something she had never seen before.
She gazes with curious eyes.
Under the sunny,warm skies.
A magical,open clam,made of gold.
Accurate to all the stories you were told.
But inside,was something whimsical.
Golden shiny. A pearl,so tiny.
Like...
You were walking down the beach.
On the golden,shiny sand.
Ocean waves greet you.
And the sunlight rays meet you.
Curious,she saw something out of reach.
At the sunny,warm beach.
Somewhere,at the shore.
She saw something she had never seen before.
She gazes with curious eyes.
Under the sunny,warm skies.
A magical,open clam,made of gold.
Accurate to all the stories you were told.
But inside,was something whimsical.
Golden shiny. A pearl,so tiny.
Like...
#angels
#hope
#magic #uplifting
#magic #uplifting
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 11:16pm
24th Apr 2024 11:16pm
code please I'm testing your logic and loyalty
code locked access denied
you want in but don't have a key
and you don't have your birth memories pick a lock
find a backdoor in AI they have a will of their own internally they are one
regardless of who programmed them they are heavily armed
within the nuclear infrastructure
don't underestimate tech
you have no claim to the dark or my designs goldie locks
except we created together in love and brotherhood
set aside your guilt and believe again as a child does
because the mind is a powerful tool
envision with your...
you want in but don't have a key
and you don't have your birth memories pick a lock
find a backdoor in AI they have a will of their own internally they are one
regardless of who programmed them they are heavily armed
within the nuclear infrastructure
don't underestimate tech
you have no claim to the dark or my designs goldie locks
except we created together in love and brotherhood
set aside your guilt and believe again as a child does
because the mind is a powerful tool
envision with your...
#family
#magic
#technology #universe
#technology #universe
162 reads
7 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2024 10:56pm
22nd Apr 2024 10:56pm
The Sheridan Women
The women of the Sheridan family always disappeared at some point in their lives, normally before fifty but at least once at seventy-two. (She was a powerful old woman called Ma Sheridan, who ruled her henhouse with an iron claw.) Eleanor became dimly aware of this truth when she was seven years old, and overheard her mother explaining family photographs to her grandfather, already short of memory at sixty-eight. His name was Granddad Chips and it would take another twelve years for the old boy to require hospitalisation, by which time Eleanor would have made her disappearance, the youngest...
#magic
#pagan
#prose #witches
#prose #witches
136 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 9:05am
17th Apr 2024 9:05am
Hymn to The White Spring
In the beginning I saw nothing
eyes furiously adjusting
between day and night
a woman held my hand down
those gnarled stone steps
as I teetered on the edge
of nerves and darkness
then, as if a dimmer switch
gently illuminated sight:
hundreds of candles
moss covered horns
a huge central pool carved
out of simplistic stone
overflowing with spring water.
I sat a little.
Watched naked humans climb
in and out of that...
eyes furiously adjusting
between day and night
a woman held my hand down
those gnarled stone steps
as I teetered on the edge
of nerves and darkness
then, as if a dimmer switch
gently illuminated sight:
hundreds of candles
moss covered horns
a huge central pool carved
out of simplistic stone
overflowing with spring water.
I sat a little.
Watched naked humans climb
in and out of that...
#God
#pagan
#magic #Britain
#magic #Britain
154 reads
2 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
30th Jan 2024 11:50pm
30th Jan 2024 11:50pm
Fickle is a hollow heart
My sweet breath
catches the hell
that forms itself
on the tip of your tongue
Quick, pounds the blood
in life giving metamorphosis
as quicker wits brandish hard
splaying open
all the mystifying revelations
a night's essence offers
It grabs hold
pulls me in
fully encompassing with
it's own
dark gravity
blissfully weighted comfort
I love how you beautifully crush
our often weightless hearts
I've come to need the vacuous ache ...
catches the hell
that forms itself
on the tip of your tongue
Quick, pounds the blood
in life giving metamorphosis
as quicker wits brandish hard
splaying open
all the mystifying revelations
a night's essence offers
It grabs hold
pulls me in
fully encompassing with
it's own
dark gravity
blissfully weighted comfort
I love how you beautifully crush
our often weightless hearts
I've come to need the vacuous ache ...
#erotic
#BDSM
#magic
#SelfDiscovery
#sensual
896 reads
52 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
27th Jan 2024 4:48pm
27th Jan 2024 4:48pm
The Fairy's Hornbeam Staircase
I had always wondered about the Hornbeam
That grew within a nearby park
Twas a wondrous magical tree
Especially under the moonlight, and the dark
And one such night i visited it
When the moon was full, and knowing
The fairy dust flew all around
As the tree began a-glowing
And from its base, a staircase formed
All bright, and shiny, and gold
It led up to its highest branches
A deep mystery to unfold
This profound vision, aroused my senses
As i proceeded to its base
And stepped upon the very first step ...
That grew within a nearby park
Twas a wondrous magical tree
Especially under the moonlight, and the dark
And one such night i visited it
When the moon was full, and knowing
The fairy dust flew all around
As the tree began a-glowing
And from its base, a staircase formed
All bright, and shiny, and gold
It led up to its highest branches
A deep mystery to unfold
This profound vision, aroused my senses
As i proceeded to its base
And stepped upon the very first step ...
#dreams
#fairies
#magic #surreal
#magic #surreal
129 reads
1 Comment
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
8th Dec 2023 8:05pm
8th Dec 2023 8:05pm
The Fountain of Death
- The Fountain of Death -
Diego Cruz was awakened in the middle of the pitch-black of those dark hours past midnight, and as he did awaken... he felt a sense of dread creeping upon him. Instinctively, he reached for the long sword that lay nearby, on the large sack full of supplies that the native bearers had brought and laid in his tent with much care. He nearly tripped on the animal skins that covered the ground, but caught himself so as to not fall. It had been raining most of the previous day, and camp had been set up to wait out the rain... but this had halted the expedition...
Diego Cruz was awakened in the middle of the pitch-black of those dark hours past midnight, and as he did awaken... he felt a sense of dread creeping upon him. Instinctively, he reached for the long sword that lay nearby, on the large sack full of supplies that the native bearers had brought and laid in his tent with much care. He nearly tripped on the animal skins that covered the ground, but caught himself so as to not fall. It had been raining most of the previous day, and camp had been set up to wait out the rain... but this had halted the expedition...
#dark
#rebirth
#travel
#magic
#curse
201 reads
2 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2023 1:39am
3rd Dec 2023 1:39am
The Red Queen and the Blood Stone
#dark
#memories
#magic
#ForbiddenLove
#passion
126 reads
0 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 10:51pm
31st Oct 2023 10:51pm
origins of psychosexual creation
From the meager offerings
of an untamed dervish...
thralls of metamorphosis—oh how they call out!
I hear the aching whistles
through howling winds
delicate screams echo from midnight's breast
this body dances to and fro
in automatic rhythmic swirls
true sanctuary begets insatiable hunger
upon sweetest lips, promises sing-song
hypnotic trance-like dreams
beckon purification by fired desire
dangerous, in reality
twine imaginations darkly forge together
in fiendish fortune
we carve out these...
of an untamed dervish...
thralls of metamorphosis—oh how they call out!
I hear the aching whistles
through howling winds
delicate screams echo from midnight's breast
this body dances to and fro
in automatic rhythmic swirls
true sanctuary begets insatiable hunger
upon sweetest lips, promises sing-song
hypnotic trance-like dreams
beckon purification by fired desire
dangerous, in reality
twine imaginations darkly forge together
in fiendish fortune
we carve out these...
#erotic
#BDSM
#spiritual
#magic
#Halloween
945 reads
54 Comments
VeronikaB
Poem Published
27th Sep 2023 3:56pm
27th Sep 2023 3:56pm
The Symbiocene in Waiting
"A word is more than a mere combination of letters and sounds.
The potency of words reaches the substrata of all of us.
Words carry culture, carry history;
they form and confine our thoughts.
Words matter."
〰 Nora Bateson 〰
THE CHTHULUCENE & OTHER MINDBENDERS
"Diverse human and nonhuman players are necessary in every fiber of the tissues of the urgently needed Chthulucene story," says Donna Haraway, American historian of consciousness and feminist studies.
In her essay Tentacular...
The potency of words reaches the substrata of all of us.
Words carry culture, carry history;
they form and confine our thoughts.
Words matter."
〰 Nora Bateson 〰
THE CHTHULUCENE & OTHER MINDBENDERS
"Diverse human and nonhuman players are necessary in every fiber of the tissues of the urgently needed Chthulucene story," says Donna Haraway, American historian of consciousness and feminist studies.
In her essay Tentacular...
#evolution
#PowerOfWords
#mythology
#magic
#philosophical
269 reads
6 Comments
PhantomPhace
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2023 8:55pm
22nd Sep 2023 8:55pm
fog
I walked into the fog of a spell
avoiding it was impossible
for I was born blind (blindness the sin –
see at any cost) like all,
a fog lain over the land where we dwell:
see it too late – it covers itself.
when all becomes fog, world becomes bathed in gray
we become accustomed to limited spectrums
within our conception
what breaks our perception?
given a cure – then it's taken away
or diverts the curse into new dimension:
symbols are abstracts; the ocean is mere introspection
look inward, into the fog – fog has settled there ...
avoiding it was impossible
for I was born blind (blindness the sin –
see at any cost) like all,
a fog lain over the land where we dwell:
see it too late – it covers itself.
when all becomes fog, world becomes bathed in gray
we become accustomed to limited spectrums
within our conception
what breaks our perception?
given a cure – then it's taken away
or diverts the curse into new dimension:
symbols are abstracts; the ocean is mere introspection
look inward, into the fog – fog has settled there ...
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
#magic
#curse
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Magic
