A Brief Ode to the Mother-land

Each piece and color

a complement of complexities

compels me to call to you

Shine down on me

through the brightest rays

of blood and amber

Mother of implorable wisdom

whose symphony of tears scatters wide

like jewels of the roughest mines

the planar mirror of heaven’s starlit embrace.

A Prayer to the Thunder Gods

Let your rains wash over me

spun with ribbons of amber

and waves of blue

my rhythm calls to you

Ancient son, come dance with me

and I shall sing your praises

Come dance with the ladies who tend to your ancient mother

veiled with cloth spun from your silk

guarding the vision of your antiquity

and let loose incantations for my salvation.

An Ode to Absu

A single rhythm draws me inward

into my soul

remembering when these loose constructs

were but the hopes of another generation

before they came into being

the cosmos housed you and I


A thousand memories in the blink of an eye

between courtship and chaos

to behold the pregnant darkness


And through vile sacrifice

shame for a progeny without sense to understand

how difficult it was to grant their survival


Great pains we endured

and in one instant – they devoured you whole.

Songs of Beltane

Lordly cycle of her glorious reign

boldly embraces us

as we begin the year anew

drink from my cup

sweet are its praises

like liquid gold


I shall offer you the treasures

of thy loins

in your regal embrace


As such love was known in ancient days

shall be done in the days to come.

Preternatural Free Will

I remember the past

sullen waves of when I gave a damn

over-critical and self-examined


Every priceless thought and action

curtailed with precision

to avoid the inevitable

and strive for the unattainable

Hanging delicately in the balance

between choice and indecision


Time has come

and a choice, already made

Reforms the ever-changing pavement.

Liquorice Waves

Sweet black languid memories

wafting in restlessness

adrift and lingering

waiting to set myself free.


Drawn into this candid embrace

through a medically induced melancholy

to find auto-fragments shattered among the ether

like dust, discombobulated and still waiting


Plunged into inky pools of self-reflection

ever expanding and contracting

cursed by indecision

Still – the flame ever burns.

Ode to the Dark Mother


Nocturnal ritual

breathing in the night as she changes me

slow as we live

fast to embrace with these destructive hands

These things that are part of me

part of all life

each pose potential to create and destroy

polarities that makes us whole

Blood and spirit

attunes with the nocturnal bellows

and waves of light come soon

but now is the time to call the ancient mother

somber in the dark wood

Hers is the satin veneer

like gossamer,

veils the stars above

Calling out for solace

She reminds us of our origins

and in her songs, we bridge the gap

with the primal Self.

A Rare Bird of Prey

Lovebird,

perched on leathery pillars

fluttering your wings

and screeching to blow off steam

Is this a dream?

life is not as it seems

and you’re far from alone

Fierce and indignant

sharp beak,

stripped of your wings

burning from the pangs

of expectations

that violate your sense of justice

enveloped in a world

that left you far behind

in this lawless madness

hope worn down

Radiant feathers

brazen and aflame

maintaining your integrity

of order

Soak in the sun

to find your solace within

a light of beauty and truth

in an otherwise cold,

dispassionate world.

Lament of Chaos

Aching

slowly spreading sorrows

Broken memories of skeletons past

bring us no joy now

Crushing melancholy

the onslaught, bittersweet

The mourning dance

between siblings and lovers

between friends and antagonists

Stages of where and when

remain subjective

Whilst characters yet eternal

like serpents tear at each other’s flesh

The cruel game

pitted against ourselves

in the grand arena

and still sparks that wicked gleam in the eyes of the Erinyes.

Archetypes

Soul-bearing rhythms

beat down on ancestral drums

of recordings etched on grey matter

to jive and jangle

ageless soul-sisters

through etheric trance

Internal chanting themes

sung by unseen choirs

as the fires fade

and abstract shades shudder

barely seen through space and time

Lights fade, crimsoned

for the visage of warfare

Two sisters stand alone

black-inked souls

who look on

determined

poised

like assassins of a forgotten age

unendearing

waxing stoic

and alone.