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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:05pm
12th Jan 2025 8:05pm
An Ode to Stonehenge
In an age a long time ago was built this circle of hell
Here they stand stone next to stone, nobody knows their true power
This was a place where magicians work
On an altar they practiced their cult
With the power of words, they changed the four elements
Fire - Water - Air and Earth - defeated me and be my slave
See my hands and feel the strength - obey my might, obey my will
No one knows what it really can be, also today the legend still lives
They are only signs of a time, where other laws exist on this earth
In the south of England...
Here they stand stone next to stone, nobody knows their true power
This was a place where magicians work
On an altar they practiced their cult
With the power of words, they changed the four elements
Fire - Water - Air and Earth - defeated me and be my slave
See my hands and feel the strength - obey my might, obey my will
No one knows what it really can be, also today the legend still lives
They are only signs of a time, where other laws exist on this earth
In the south of England...
#admiration
#magic
#mystery
#pagan
#power
94 reads
12 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 4:22am
2nd Jan 2025 4:22am
relic
drawing from the energy I expand my sights
viewing the darkness with tunnel vision
maddening thoughts assault
but I must face it it's going nowhere
dealing in deadly blows
it comes at me with force
I balk under the pressure
retreating for a moment
the sound is deafening
my thoughts scream
inside myself I rise
to stand against the giant
immortal power, thwarted passage
it won't get by me without notice
evil demeanor, wicked justice
scrying the damned
fickle fate I keen in the bleak ...
viewing the darkness with tunnel vision
maddening thoughts assault
but I must face it it's going nowhere
dealing in deadly blows
it comes at me with force
I balk under the pressure
retreating for a moment
the sound is deafening
my thoughts scream
inside myself I rise
to stand against the giant
immortal power, thwarted passage
it won't get by me without notice
evil demeanor, wicked justice
scrying the damned
fickle fate I keen in the bleak ...
#dark
#love
#magic #pagan
#magic #pagan
77 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:53pm
9th Dec 2024 1:53pm
Unwitched
Ablaze bewitching conjurers dance.
Enchantment flames gather, hex ignite.
Enchantment flames gather, hex ignite.
#curse
#fire
#magic
#pagan
#witches
77 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 4:59am
6th Dec 2024 4:59am
Incantations
Veiled, she sweeps back into view.
Conjured from thaumaturgist nights
the new moon in the old moon's lieu
has crescent gold for her last rites,
though lingering is not allowed
when her orbit has dates to keep,
behind clear skies, or cryptic cloud,
conducive to Morphean creep,
slowly...slewing...into...a...DREAM....
where sunlight off high castles bounce
into a laudanum lunar beam
and crater dragons lurk and pounce
in druidic charms of making...
another spell of love...awaking!
Conjured from thaumaturgist nights
the new moon in the old moon's lieu
has crescent gold for her last rites,
though lingering is not allowed
when her orbit has dates to keep,
behind clear skies, or cryptic cloud,
conducive to Morphean creep,
slowly...slewing...into...a...DREAM....
where sunlight off high castles bounce
into a laudanum lunar beam
and crater dragons lurk and pounce
in druidic charms of making...
another spell of love...awaking!
#magic
#pagan
219 reads
11 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 7:09pm
2nd Dec 2024 7:09pm
Meditrinalia
#lover
#magic
#mythology #pagan
#mythology #pagan
184 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 10:24pm
14th Nov 2024 10:24pm
Broken-record
I.
I wish I was a Witch
imbued through grace
beget by the knowledge of Truth
to combat ignorance
I'd proudly proclaim the title
bowing to Mother Nature
for gifting me the moniker
of so brave the women
—maiden, mother, and crone—
who suffered under religiosity
from pointy fingers
and judgmental tongues
condemning them to death
II.
...
I wish I was a Witch
imbued through grace
beget by the knowledge of Truth
to combat ignorance
I'd proudly proclaim the title
bowing to Mother Nature
for gifting me the moniker
of so brave the women
—maiden, mother, and crone—
who suffered under religiosity
from pointy fingers
and judgmental tongues
condemning them to death
II.
...
#magic
#pagan
#universe #witches
#universe #witches
396 reads
24 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 3:22am
4th Nov 2024 3:22am
KOYAANISQATSI
There is a digital religion turning quantum-size gears
that’s chewed up the chicken bones and all our fears
An ancient’s purview of our new narcisstic hero
So fear not for he can see you in all your totality
Clever devil, the smartest one in Cornell’s hall
He says sister sky was once inside a little ball
Then BANG! Sincerely, give or take a few billion years
Put him in the cross-hairs of his own perspicacity
See for yourself through his own clever protocol
God is in the machine, and no god but he
Those among us who...
that’s chewed up the chicken bones and all our fears
An ancient’s purview of our new narcisstic hero
So fear not for he can see you in all your totality
Clever devil, the smartest one in Cornell’s hall
He says sister sky was once inside a little ball
Then BANG! Sincerely, give or take a few billion years
Put him in the cross-hairs of his own perspicacity
See for yourself through his own clever protocol
God is in the machine, and no god but he
Those among us who...
#astrology
#mythology
#pagan
#sky
#tradition
69 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 12:25pm
31st Oct 2024 12:25pm
Witch
I think that I'd have been happy
if I'd been born a witch.
Without any toes but still able
to dance, and ride above
the steeples of
this green Jerusalem's churches.
To creep in through the chimney pots,
to make brews in the dark,
to draw a set of lots
on each Samhain
to see whose cattle dies this night.
A mark impervious to pain
spread out inside one arm, a dark wine stain
that says I'm joined
in what God leaves as undiscerned,
the skittering, the sins conjoined.
if I'd been born a witch.
Without any toes but still able
to dance, and ride above
the steeples of
this green Jerusalem's churches.
To creep in through the chimney pots,
to make brews in the dark,
to draw a set of lots
on each Samhain
to see whose cattle dies this night.
A mark impervious to pain
spread out inside one arm, a dark wine stain
that says I'm joined
in what God leaves as undiscerned,
the skittering, the sins conjoined.
#Halloween
#historical
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
88 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 00:51am
31st Oct 2024 00:51am
My Name
Burning dark clouds,
fallen embers burn through night sky,
I am Mastema, the Veiled One,
Concealed out of sight,
Echo's of rebellion prophesied with fate,
A darkened mirror for the proud,
the serpent-tongued lure,
Creeps within our essence,
Heart's ambition lies tangled.
Fire and fallen gods,
Call me Melek Taus,
A feathered figure,
Draped in midnights robes of a starless black sky,
A black hole in a negative space,
Fires of souls burning
flickering in the night,
casting long shadows, ...
fallen embers burn through night sky,
I am Mastema, the Veiled One,
Concealed out of sight,
Echo's of rebellion prophesied with fate,
A darkened mirror for the proud,
the serpent-tongued lure,
Creeps within our essence,
Heart's ambition lies tangled.
Fire and fallen gods,
Call me Melek Taus,
A feathered figure,
Draped in midnights robes of a starless black sky,
A black hole in a negative space,
Fires of souls burning
flickering in the night,
casting long shadows, ...
#angels
#devil
#mythology
#pagan
#religion
89 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 4:50am
18th Oct 2024 4:50am
T-Minus One
Blasting up through horizon clouds
was a rocketing supermoon
soaring fast from the nimbus shrouds
and nary a moment too soon
to be free and clear in the blue
in glorious trajectory...
as golden as October brew
in heaven's own refectory...
or Valhalla's coldest saloon
where fair Valkyries attend the dead
by bearded axe and magic rune
and Viking sex in an ornate bed...
in the hunt for welkin stories
concordant with bright moonrise glories!
was a rocketing supermoon
soaring fast from the nimbus shrouds
and nary a moment too soon
to be free and clear in the blue
in glorious trajectory...
as golden as October brew
in heaven's own refectory...
or Valhalla's coldest saloon
where fair Valkyries attend the dead
by bearded axe and magic rune
and Viking sex in an ornate bed...
in the hunt for welkin stories
concordant with bright moonrise glories!
#moon
#mythology
#pagan
176 reads
6 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 6:05am
17th Oct 2024 6:05am
Jesus Gulf Stream Jet
Jesus in a 5’5” suit
Spouts about losing wayward friends
As he lifts off in a gulf stream jet
Righteousness in the name of Jesus
Speaks in a church that is a stadium
Paid for by sweat of his audience
Stalks the stage like a demon
But lost souls aren’t what he’s looking for
Deeper within but not your heart
Picks your pocket gains your wallet
Playing on God and decency
While he makes grand larceny
Tithes to heaven have meaning
Mansion on the hill means nothing to me
Somewhere in...
Spouts about losing wayward friends
As he lifts off in a gulf stream jet
Righteousness in the name of Jesus
Speaks in a church that is a stadium
Paid for by sweat of his audience
Stalks the stage like a demon
But lost souls aren’t what he’s looking for
Deeper within but not your heart
Picks your pocket gains your wallet
Playing on God and decency
While he makes grand larceny
Tithes to heaven have meaning
Mansion on the hill means nothing to me
Somewhere in...
#deception
#greed
#pagan #religion
#pagan #religion
64 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 9:39pm
14th Oct 2024 9:39pm
Troubadour Nights
The campfire heat and moonlight
in midair fell in love
and went and danced all through the night
in consequence thereof.
The moonbeams were a pale gold
beyond the amber flames
because their space is very cold
in dark entropic shames.
Both owe their lives to caustic Sol
as their echoes flower
all through autumn's lengthening call
for more solar power!
A call increasing day by day
to which night children dance
where poet souls all love to play...
with comely maids from France!
in midair fell in love
and went and danced all through the night
in consequence thereof.
The moonbeams were a pale gold
beyond the amber flames
because their space is very cold
in dark entropic shames.
Both owe their lives to caustic Sol
as their echoes flower
all through autumn's lengthening call
for more solar power!
A call increasing day by day
to which night children dance
where poet souls all love to play...
with comely maids from France!
#fall
#Halloween
#pagan #sky
#pagan #sky
155 reads
4 Comments
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