Submission

Asian II

At moonlight’s arrival you whisper and dance gracefully upon my every thought

Alternatively divine, darkly inviting and imbued with unending sensual ferocity, the spell that is cast cannot be broken

There on the fringe of the spider’s web waiting silently, patiently to devour saintly spirit, I struggle to no avail as it only enhances your appetite and makes you want me more

In the deepest chasm of my being, I realise that I cannot resist as I have never known such force or obsession delicately devouring me

No words are expressed, no intellect implored only unyielding raw emotional desire for what is coveted by the eyes and craved by both body and soul

No light can escape this abyss of your all consuming hunger and I know that it is there that I will reside with you forever be thee flesh or spectre

So I just let go and let you feed

Mystic IIAdiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

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The Wolf Cries Three Times Before Dying – just poety

Wolf Cry II_by Dan Burgess

The Wolf King by Dan Burgess

 

Pull the spectacles from your eyes and behold the illusions of your own design

It was given birth by C-section and now a prodigy to rule the world or is it to ensure the world rue’s the day?

Cry once for this amazing creation because that’s all you have time for

Its nurturing time and the dawn won’t wait for the sun to complete its ascension or for you to comprehend the gravity of your miscalculations before clearing the rheum from your eyes

 

Shh now….the teeth are sharp and milk just won’t cut it

Fresh meat is on the menu and know that you are not exempt from your child’s ravenous palate

Hope you’ve got alternative plans for tea because the cupboards will soon be bare

How are you feeling now that the hunt is on and the youngling is on the prowl?

There is wanderlust in the eyes and soon there will be no means of controlling it

Can you cry for the innocent and ignorant souls that will soon know and fear you from the thing you have sired?

 

Sit back in that Recliner and take it all in

Keep one hand in your pocket and use the other to conceal your sins

That’s right…endeavour to settle yourself down in a simple little town while the acid rain falls gently all around

You may rely on the fact that Heaven may forgive but few others will when they have fathomed what you have unleashed

Deafen yourself to the carnage by covering your ears to “la, la, la, la – I can’t hear you” but hey you should remember…

Everyone gets tired sometime, Everyone has to sleep sometime, Everyone has to feel sometime

…and when you do, there won’t be a peep from you but the world around will continue to sigh and cry before your wolf dies

I bid you Sweet Dreams my princess in the dark.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

This Exasperating RACE – a poem

Human Race II

A new dawn, a new day

but yesterday lingers with thoughts of tomorrow

…and I must say I don’t speak Spanish but I feel good about myself anyway

 

Oh, there they go again just six feet above me

trying to dazzle on their self-perceived exclusive high-wire while lecturing how inadequate the masses are!

They should really buy a vowel ’cause they haven’t got a clue

 

The sun seems  so Blue up there all alone

That’s quite strange since Monday is gone

No worries, I’ll just wait for the moon because my reflection says I’m looking pretty pale in the light

I guess I might as well leave now and prepare for my Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark

…You know, I don’t speak French but I feel good about myself anyway

 

Who goes there, just beneath the shadow of that glass throwing stones?

I really can’t recognise them but their familiarity is Breeding contempt

She really should have kept the Trojans close because that thing He gave birth to would have been aborted by anyone else

No worries though, I’m draped in my own Fast Fashion with my own Personal Jesus so I’m not concerned

I guess I must be moving on now because I can’t remember to keep my eyes closed before my tongue deceives me

Walking barefoot in this Valley with my Shadow behind me seems so crowded I could die

I wish I had more time alone with myself to lay on these 23 Palms in this Desert of Despair and relax but these infernal beasts just won’t release or give me peace, or surcease from sorrow

So with this Communal Cup half empty, I’ll just have to keep pace of this Race that I just can’t seem to fathom or trust

Perhaps I’ll just go to Sleep, Deep and search for the answers that I seek from protective Parents who are always with me

No matter the case, I have to unequivocally say

…I speak no damn English but I Love myself anyway

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Human Race I

In the Blink of an Eye…a poem

Hourglass I

Blink and another thought passes…

Blink twice and another year goes by…

Blink thrice and a love is lost…

Blink four times and youth gives way to old age…

Blink many times and before you realise it, life has faded away…

What have you done in between the blinks to make every moment of the life that was given worth while?

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Hourglass VI

 

e pluribus Unum (A Poem)

E Pluribus Unem II - by Warlock Molly

Parallel Dimensions by WorlockMolly

Contemplating space and place is all consuming for one who has no space in this place

Yet here is where I reside in form yet undeniably outside of this time, outside of this space, outside of this being and outside of convention

Thought, thinking, remembering, forgetting, agonizing, hoping against hope but feeling the potential of possibilities unseen

Images and faces laced in clouded emotion bare witness to both what was and what will be

Though I am here, fragments of self beckons to be seen, heard and understood from a myriad of mansions in dimensions that claim prime of reality and truth all their own

There is no substance only embers – barely visible, remotely comprehensible

“Learn, understand, mature and morph into that which has been prophesied”, they implore as I remain just beyond the barrier’s rim

“We know your fears; we feel your pain – for we too have suffered and traversed that very chasm mired in darkness as you will also”

“You will add to us and we to you, becoming ONE in form and in consciousness”

There, which is not there, will have no space, no place and no trace of time

After there will be a moment of rest but only for a season

For WE resolve to Evolve, therefore there is no ending only renewed beginnings

Doors opening and closing and then opening again without end

Mystic I

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II