they are you...

the sun no longer shines
darkness destroys the holy trine
and night slips in our minds
what now the fate of all mankind
will the planets all align
or will they surely intertwine

and now they come
they come not to be outdone
they come this way to conspire
and hold at bay the world entire
this and only this the beasts desire

they are the ones with souls depraved
and in their hearts sin engraved

darkest days to find our way
who will rule if chaos stays
they will reign come what may

on wings of wire
from skies on fire
bodies cloaked in linen robes
floating down like celestial globes
with their thoughts your soul they probe
layer on layer to the lowest lobe

feet unshod
and in their hands are lightening rods
four by four
then some more
they come
with their drums

they dig their way 

from the earths dark wet caves
to come above and all enslave 

and bring with them the tidal wave
but what of them the gods forgave
is there no salvage from the grave

they draw you in then slam the door
and take you through the ocean floor
they come to drain you to the core
as they are here the gods own whore
do not false prophets you ignore

lion of blue
two by two
bear of blue
what to do
the bear and lion both carnivores
and will not stop till all means more

along the waters edge 

they crawl the concrete ledge

what will be when time has dredged

 and nothing left but their own hedge

they are not souls 

among the blessed
they are not ghosts
but souls in flesh

do not let them be reviled 

listen to the words of the wanton child

who speaks in voices now beguiled
as she was birthed by spirits wild

read the raging signs
they tell you of the time
down from the skies falls the great blue bear
oh gods of gods hear our prayers
with seven rays of light divine
his time has run its course
the blue bear now a demon force

read the raging signs
they tell you of the signs
when lord of the golden sun now roars
pray the mighty lion your soul restores
but should you wish for love and more
just hark you now the lion’s lore

invoke you now your primal id
to do the mother’s final bid
as the sword of salvation cries
and silently slashes the weeping sky

do you hear them
do you see them
do you feel them
they are here
they are near
those you fear 
they are

 you

when will truth be revealed
or

will they

all
mankind

kill

to be the poem...

if you cannot be the poet

be the poem

~

what we are...

 

what we are today

comes from

our thoughts

of yesterday

and

our present thoughts

build our life of tomorrow
~

our life

is the creation

of our mind

the room...

in every heart there is a room

a sanctuary safe and strong

to heal the wounds from lovers past

until a new one comes along

.

.

.

my rolling seas...

you are the rolling seas

my holy plea

the trinity

in you my heart sets sail
    with midnight veil
    and holy grail

 

    into the dark of night
    the temptest flight
    in virgin white

our chart the distant shore
the magic lore
love evermore

our lives the waves we ride
poseidon at our side
skies open wide

you are my rolling seas
and i your wild banshee

.

.

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[inspired by a friend's talk of boats and voyages and a thing called hope]

there is a place...

called hope

it lives within

the heart

of each

of us

makin' it to capri...

afloat in the fierce ragin’ sea           
holdin’ on to our life’s debris           
hopin’ we’ll make it to capri           

but life don’t play like it ought to       
none of our dreams ever come true       
so we go on in sleep deja vu           

and wonder what oh what
are we gonna do

treasures...

the greatest treasures are those invisible

to the eyes but found

in the heart

.

.

.

the coming of wild flowers...

be grounded

be crumbled

so wild flowers will come up where you are

.

.

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