There are these moments

On the edge or verge of no thing that

The strivings of some tentacle of vast beginnings

Reaches through

Something of the senses

Like an eye or ear

Emerges from the surface tension

Touched by gestures of this

Line of all beginnings

Thinned and stretched or timed

In rhyme

One might hear faint fierce whispers

Of the sighs sent to the moon

A lover’s swoon

In chorus here beneath the sigh of waves...

Mere mortals make this sacred sound

The sound that like the bard

Tells all

And hopes there is the ear

Of our reflection

One Beloved

Close to earth

With ear to ground

Listening for tremors of the heart

Someone who just might

Gno

All the secret names of God

We’ve whispered it with lips to ocean’s edge

All foam and froth

And clever smiles

We’ve whispered it against the shores

While grains of sand clung to our face and hair

In sweet abandon

Oh yes…and softer whispers as the flame rose

Bleaching burning derma up the spine

Soft grace

The spiral place

And now returning to the forest of the mind

My lips

Parched dry ...

The blessed thirst remains

And with these lips

……a kiss

Upon the bark

the bark with brine of sea air

Cloaked in fog

And worship as we may

...we may

So as to

Merge with matter

At the alter of a single oak

pi are square

the comfort sheets and feathered pillow
are but launching pads for eagles flown and doves return
former fair games for children in the vision of the mind
a certain kind
as open doors received them all accountable
for years of play (sometimes dismay in repetition)
but mostly to the realms of edges/verges
not unseen
but dreams waved off as fantasy
that's true

and all
the greatest teachings
earth timed
poured and moored
from aprons of the mind
(the Mason kind)
as all were gathered round the sacred fire
or lifted to the skies in ships of unknown alloy
OH and classrooms of a sort mundane
or lone quest in the wooded forest
there among the creatures feral
tame by comparison
and then
the recent crowded classrooms in a labyrinth of universities
with Bosch-like stairs

the secret 10 unburdened all their wares
into the pockets of a child
a noisy bunch they were...
then as the time of matter happened
there I stood
in routine mudras
fast preparing for the day
that saddest day
they left
they went away
.....I cried

for all the sadness in the sound of silence
thundered like vast vacuums of the spheres
not once imagined in these planes of earth

never did I know such silence
never but a kiss upon the cheek
or mild farewell
just thunder silence
how was I to know the Aeons sight
was held at bay
the gift of meager mind could not reflect these things
they could have left a sign
or templates of their Gold
or maybe just a Stone

I thought and wondered
what grave sin did I commit
why would they not let me come home
so changing clothes to once begin the days routine
a shift to bring
the All to matter form
oh yes
and all the gifts
they took them too
and left inside one pocket
such a tiny seed
perhaps a coin
I’m never sure
and in the other pocket
placed 2 promises that I should keep

course and clumsy
now i scaned all worlds for one fair sign
to find the placement of such items of the gods
why bother when they could have placed it there themselves?
so that I just don’t bore you with the details of the past
its just to say
...time past

for love I lent the coin the seed and fell it to the rocks
and watched
while my own foggy sight
drew foggy portraits of illusion's cause
and yet
not so
but paradox
the soul pierced gladly
thrice within these grave attempts

so now
I fast retrieve these gifts
Two placed anew
now I will not with any hesitation
Set my hand within the wounds
and see if furtile ground can bleed
and feed
and grow
this oak or apple tree
before I set such precious seed or coin

earth time will pass an urgency to find
fruition of the tiny task
one sign
no number
casting back
no thing
no fear
into the Giea plan
geometries
across the grid

realization in the acceptance
not the giving

long waiting in the desert of the mind
hard derma full encapsulating steady sleep
the fragile point of all beginnings
waiting on the moisture breech
a liquid reach
that feeds a timed response
within
and then
expands n stretches first the life-ped
stable held to place
positioned for receiving grace
expansion reaching slow minute meanderings
away from all geometries of earth
reach reaching toward the son
…..though futile in the reaching
still one thrives within the warmth
relentless
until death
we'll turn to follow
face
and find
life’s banner for the real
moonlight ribbon
in dark of night
a glance toward
moonlight ribbons on the darkened sea
shimmering the path
toward unknown shores of sand n rock
yet to be seen
for now imaginings
alone prevail our
leanings on the rail
of ancient dreams
a ship
that trips and glides the silken waves
and desert sands
sails sighing
longing for the new
the words must now be spoken
close to each companion’s ear
where breath felt syllables and
scent of skin
n minting rush of knowing
leans within
a gentle reach
a tree side sleep
but never breeched
for want of steady stride
stomp stomping underfoot
a shadow trance
a mummers dance
reflecting all the dark sides of the moon

pi2004



Eros and Psyche

it was always you
each touch of human hand
upon my tiny brow
when kittens sitting restless on my lap
or all the sweet scent of new fields in play
or galloping down hillsides to the stumble fall
...and laughter

it was always you
the downy blankets
folding up the child in dark of night
slight shadows in the closet
soft scamperings across the floor
the unknown elememtals from the
crevice in the wall
...and dreams

it was always you
when first a stolen kiss upon my lips
fell wet and silly from your
worry
I would run
....I did
but then returned
and shared some tales from ancient lands
relentless myths
....and smiles

yes
always you
the one I cried for at the fountain
of our youth
and stirrings in the real
wells overflowing
magic brine from eyes to match their dreams
.....always the eyes

each love
another you
a magic in the round
each heart
symphonic risings on the path to be
I stretched
and leaned
and tried to hear the whispers from
your hidden lips
a messenger of love
beyond what might be heard
glossolalic sound
the words
the crys of joy and pain
demanding that I look for you again
in dark of night
.....I did

it's always you
each heart of lover mate or friend
each pointing in their way
the Way
to Oz
where
Scarecrows Tinmen Lions at the gates
both shout and whisper

"find the endless Others
Lovers gesturing for you to wait"
....I waited

and just once
just once you truly came to see
just once you truly knew
that it is
here for us to sea
then just as fast dismissed it with a smile
the turning of the soul
proclaimed
earths shifting poles
a scattering of former holdings in the night
...i fell
...i cried
...i truly died

no rumplstilskin turning hay to gold
no merlin magic blending you to me
just memory of memory
the inner dreams between
the real
and how we feel

once....
just once
at all beginnings
in that place we met
on beds of grace
concealed
revealed by lanturn
ahhh
such untold beauty...
an angelic face
revealed and posed
our beacons to the place of bliss

drawn by some forces other than our own
i felt the true as raptured bliss
a single kiss
before i turned to stone
...I'm once again alone

From Dion Fortune's "Sea Priestess"

"I am she who ere the earth is formed
Was Rhea Binah Ge
I am that soundless boundless bitter sea
out of those deeps life wells eternally
Astarte Aphrodite Ashteroth
Giver of life and bringer-in of death
Hera the heaven on earth Persephone
Diana of the Ways and Hecate
All these am I and they are seen in me

...Drink of the waters of Persephone
The secret well beside the sacred tree
Who drinks the waters of that hidden well
Shall see the things thereof he dare not tell
Shall tread the shadowy path that leads to me
Diana of the Ways and Hecate
Selene of the Moon,Persephone"
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Persephone Rising

waves of being
pass or' dreams
relentless in the risings
as those things that bleed
or need
such due consideration
love's determination to proceed
without caution
in fearless steppings over
being and not being
indifference to the question
can one gno
...to godlike fists in challenge
toward the ruddy skies
and one last matter of our big and little death
death as all deaths seen before
once again restore
or float
or fall
consider the eternal all
vertigo when set to mind

but then considering the smaller deaths
fretting at the thoughts and wonders
spoken outside of my realm of understanding
if i try to hold each word
to cause and meaning nature suffers
(poring over notes)
for this as tried and true to artists brush
a flowing paint of sound
movement through the interplay
of rift past rift
the compliment
is in the different knowings
owning all or one…
i sea the one…just one
again i say i see your care and patience
finding
voice to speak all names of gods
performing ciphers through the mind to brush
in comprehension
yes
again we turn toward excellence as well
as from the Will
and yet the shape and form
flows through our fingers
like the sacred springs

thought i
“long of words
that i might be attached to
what comes underhand?”
(your suggestion reminded me to consider this)
there may be places that this might be true
within a space of time
4
if it doesn’t fit within my car(e)
when once again i set to shift my presence
from one place to place or' all the earth
“things”
are discarded
left
or given to a place of need
its in my heart to carry
only those things that remain eternal
love
care
trust
friendship
and freedom
manna
served to each as wedding cake from one another’s hand
this union of elements
performing the will of an unnamed source
that we hold close to our
being

talasa

what i will never understand
Is
why
I linger at the door
the darkened shore
knowing that far fainter callings
might be willing to return
or cast a hungry eye my way
and share a beaconed path
across the endless fathoms
grids
above
below
east and west
it shatters all our dreams
with
life's divisions
ancient portraits
lost portrayals
marking entrance
to the sacred groves behind me
while i ache this vision out to sea

what makes a pilgrim worthy
to proceed
i've yet to understand
the longing or the dance of endless dreams
the ones that
still mask faces in the sky
and apparitions in a crowd
and flocks of sea birds
in the thrall of change
the only knowing is that knowing
and the only key
is in the eyes
i sea
the fiercest storm
mountains of blue bending waves
that crash upon the sands beneath my feet
both hold and shift
these feet that finds the tide
and ticks the levels of the moon
waste high
it holds me fast
while I both drink and drown beneath her surf
willing captive
to the ruddy skies' reflections in the moistened shore
but somewhere I demand
a place or rest
of peace
to turn the habit of the days
and mark with pen in hand
the vision of a hope for
wirness in the round
more than a bard
or scribe
but evening tide
but banter brew and brine
across the table with a friend

manhem

each step
a fading star
folds cap souls
at our feet
a tidal foam's
caress
an emptyness
cacooned within
a blanket womb of
woven thread
silk worm wood

moist step
no path
beneath the azure fog
cloaked heavy or'
the kelp bed
crossing lines

the passage of a day
displays dune indigo
....and all i hear are
moon call 's
tidal foam
and shuffle
spraying diamonds
from the crystal sands
that flow
and rest beneath our feet
soft sound's
n currents
tugging
strumming rhythm
with the song of siren's
whispered call
that lifts the gentle gasps
from dolphins whooshing past
.....and one small night bird
gazes out to sea
intent
as if some lover
beaconed with a flutter's
silent sigh
a breathy bidding
to extend horizons
of desire

while all this time
blue whales and creatures deep
lift darkly days
break waves
and fitfully
turn currents
fleshing
inner lights
of songs we sing
"Come see
Come sea"

sketch
pi2000





all former selves that went before
both lend and drink the tears
that carry groan
and tear a heart asunder

this fierce determination
told in rhyme
a battle that
our grace is lent
how gifts are spent
is for the gods to know
sometimes they show
in dreams

how is it that
the hammer of the gods
is sown within our flesh

is this the rage of endless generations
as i see in dreams
or something of this generation
that you lay witness to
and
if the hero
once again
should venture to the hearth of self
or venture to the garden of the soul
such strange reflections of such things
not now
or ever in the mind of man
or woman
rests and waits
n talks of templed floors
and distant shores
and so much more
… the threshold of the heart
so rather than be once again
a pesky hound of god/goddess
rather that is shown the realm
of want or need
can never once exceed
the gifts at hand
for this we pray the words of
distant horizons
other times and spaces
readying
arrivals
at
knew
ports of wonder

COMMUMION


Yesterday,I went on an interview for a small job in a church. Actually a repair job for a former painting of the last supper, I placed in the sanctuary last year. Our last tour with hurricanes had destroyed just about all of the church except the painting on the wall.That had remained intact.Now they wanted me to do some additional work to fit it in to the new sanctuary . So while survaying the portions of repair and negotiating price, She asked ,"Are you a Christian?Have you received Jesus as you personal saviour?" I stared at her tranfixed and wondered why I found this question reminisant of the inquisition.More than once I have been confronted with this imposing challange . A memory flashed by of a much younger woman , I was waiting for my "two for one pizza with everything", at a Pizza hut.And a vested young couple cornered me with this question. ...Are you a christian? And how do you KNOW you are a Christian? I said ,"Yes I am a Christian. And I know I am a Christian because I did not tell you to "Fuck off".Much silence prevailed after that and again I welled up the wrath of God.When I got home, my pizzas were burned on the bottom and tasted like what I would have imagined scorched flesh to taste like. So when this woman, at the interview, asked me this question,rather than using the fire of reaction,I responded, "lets talk about that another time." This seemed to satisfy her for the time being. Then, as if in a Steilberg movie,I flashed to a vision of the past .... seeing the eight year old child, having secrectly touched the Eucharist.... secretly within the guise of deep prayer after opening wide to the sacred intrusion on my tongue by a much too handsome priest.I KNEW I was damned to hell for all eternity for such a dier act of pride.How dare the child touch the transfigured flesh of God.Both my Irish mother and Italian father had instilled in me the rules and regulations of our Catholic upbringing. Mortal creation reaching back to touch the divine.Sacralige...a worse sin than any fallen angel's pride. Of course ,now the mortals dispense the communion from hand to hand, we set the Holy of Holies upon our own tongue. Does this mean I was fortunate not to greet death before we evolved worthy to place hand to host...now with only subtle feigned solumn prayers, a simple amen when shown the"Lamb of God? HA...Have we evolved to the place of angels? What made us worthy? When I think that a simple act of faith and trust and belief was not enough to keep me from opening Pandora's box as a child...I have faint understanding why I open them all so feverishly now. Perhaps on the chance that our evolvment in the very act of observation of the hidden fruits brings another kind of salvation.The unnameable. The vague. The unattainable.The thing most desired. But where is the knowledge I should have obtained in exchange for my immortal soul.Has it now been returned to me by acts of the church...or acts of God/Goddess. What others judge as the fall has sense implied resurrection.What others have seen as saving grace has been an endless fall. How is it that the Lion's at the gate roar at our entrance only to later be the very lovers spent breathless in the round. I now have but one belief...that of paradox...and lovers/friends entwined in that very spiral...touching the face of God.
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tea_and_pi: i have been writing a lot
aneurisko: I am a number of years old
tea_and_pi: poring out of late
aneurisko: as you ought remember
tea_and_pi: :)
aneurisko: I like that you seek me
tea_and_pi: always
aneurisko: I keep much privacy still, as you can imagine
tea_and_pi: compassed and lighthouse
aneurisko: mountains crumble to the sea
aneurisko: but there is still, U and Me
tea_and_pi: we are forever friends accomplices and associates
tea_and_pi: brewing up the
tea_and_pi: stirrings
tea_and_pi: of
aneurisko: accomplices
tea_and_pi: silver cauldrens
tea_and_pi: lol
aneurisko: Oaken floors
tea_and_pi: i guess
tea_and_pi: at times
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: don't get ahead of yourself
aneurisko: the moment is sacred
aneurisko: let's be careful
aneurisko: can you indulge?
tea_and_pi: every moment is sacred
tea_and_pi: never otherwise
tea_and_pi: a way of being
aneurisko: sensitivies of thought
aneurisko: subtle wires of secret weaving
aneurisko: norns and eyrines conspiring
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: i falter only to see the limb wave in the breeze....sparrow setting the stance
tea_and_pi: weaving with the wind
aneurisko: and my prowling in the embankments
aneurisko: 5 to attention
aneurisko: One to stand
aneurisko: ....Felis Exempliforis
aneurisko: Totem Me
aneurisko: and Shaman Songs
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: what else to expect?
tea_and_pi: whistled tremelous and bold
aneurisko: shuffling cardboards, moving knights
tea_and_pi: manned across the board
tea_and_pi: full sized and fearce
aneurisko: stalling rooks and undermining rights
aneurisko: WHO IS the Bishop?
tea_and_pi: empassioned pleas for passage
tea_and_pi: lol
tea_and_pi: LOL
aneurisko: tell, tell, tell
tea_and_pi: were you the passage from the deep...
aneurisko: eh...it was all of parts in distant voyage, questing worth
aneurisko: that's all
tea_and_pi: i gno
aneurisko: a lovely sight...all told
tea_and_pi: if i were to tell the sights i see ...the dancing round your soul
tea_and_pi: our soul
aneurisko: emerald emergence
aneurisko: E frame Designs
tea_and_pi: emeralds rubies
tea_and_pi: diamonds
tea_and_pi: at their best
aneurisko: Stood at the foot of the Mountain
aneurisko: up to my knees the vast particulars of ageless gems
aneurisko: like sands on the sea
tea_and_pi: fell to the summit
aneurisko: there one stood
aneurisko: poised upon the Ruby Veign
aneurisko: aloft, the experience of ancient talent at work
aneurisko: aiming to make ancient trophies of vast renown
tea_and_pi: tears i feel .....full brine to the full mer's depth of being
tea_and_pi: we've yet to see
aneurisko: stuck to the Root, the Veign gave way
tea_and_pi: we've yet to know
tea_and_pi: i have something for you
aneurisko: leaching virtue into the branched virtue
tea_and_pi: i have a stone
aneurisko: like faith unto faith
aneurisko: whispering our enterprise...
aneurisko: friendships' kiss
tea_and_pi: whispering
aneurisko: come closer
tea_and_pi: i give all to this
aneurisko: I twist down upon the Winsa
aneurisko: Winding what Aeons gnow
aneurisko: bending, churning...fleeing the Angles
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: yet...We fall
aneurisko: and men may expect the sudden Surprise
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: the fall eternal
aneurisko: such ears to hear
aneurisko: you have, and for your heart
tea_and_pi: our heart
aneurisko: yes...and what hope we share
aneurisko: membering that pure aspiration
aneurisko: hid or otherwise disclosed
aneurisko: among the dainty fields of sheer honesty
aneurisko: a secret healing
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: magic of the sprites, lovers, and yearning youth
tea_and_pi: i breath
aneurisko: lovers surround here abouts
aneurisko: desperate, almost, to catch my attention
tea_and_pi: and envy
aneurisko: pleading into the day their vast inheritance of care
aneurisko: much, much, much
aneurisko: they plead and claw the hours
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: distantly I heard how that you thought I forgot about you
aneurisko: but I told that sprite
aneurisko: and she whisped away
aneurisko: tinkling some dreams for your pleasure
aneurisko: and Our Trust
tea_and_pi: that is strange
tea_and_pi: someones perception
tea_and_pi: not my own
aneurisko: she enjoys your company
tea_and_pi: ahh
aneurisko: pleading almost that I lend her to you
tea_and_pi: she envys our trust
tea_and_pi: me thinks
aneurisko: and seeks something from you
tea_and_pi: oh?
aneurisko: as she espies your thoughts upon the waters
tea_and_pi: no one can gno
aneurisko: she sees what your reflections know
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: but may not intrude upon what your deepest heart may gnow
aneurisko: true enough
aneurisko: she, like me, admires you
aneurisko: well
aneurisko: she is my sprite, after all
aneurisko: just that you may have secret company
aneurisko: I thought
aneurisko: and some nice whisperings
aneurisko: funny thing, two
aneurisko: I love you even better than THAT
tea_and_pi: i gno
tea_and_pi: its silent here
aneurisko: steady on the wire
aneurisko: no quick jerks
tea_and_pi: fluttering of wings in balance
aneurisko: listen how the silent wind breathes
aneurisko: how that the still motion of time moments the sight
aneurisko: and ruptures the Veil of seeming
aneurisko: self to self, seeing
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: be glad, be glad, be glad
tea_and_pi: pressed hard to thoughts embrace
tea_and_pi: ....
aneurisko: a cheerful advent of the One
tea_and_pi: embraced
aneurisko: more awesome than falling stars
aneurisko: or roaring mountains under rage
aneurisko: expance past measure
aneurisko: a golden dawn, and midnight morning
aneurisko: parents of the Light
aneurisko: our progenitors
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: lovers, sisters
aneurisko: life on life
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: the Phoenix Chariot is ready
aneurisko: awaiting only the Mother's nod
aneurisko: and Heir
tea_and_pi: lifting winds secured
aneurisko: I brought you forth the Grail
aneurisko: I bid you bring Me forth the Blood.
tea_and_pi: that which is in your holdings?
aneurisko: soon seeing, eye to eye
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: ..
aneurisko: I would prophesy, but to whom?
aneurisko: I would cast Oracle, but where?
aneurisko: I would shake the Roots, but under where?
aneurisko: under what?
tea_and_pi: i thought these past endeavors
aneurisko: still the Story
tea_and_pi: what stance for the coming times
aneurisko: the stance is made
aneurisko: the arch of the curve is cast
aneurisko: the spiral gyre is winding away the norns
tea_and_pi: at last
aneurisko: I have grown impatient
tea_and_pi: yes
tea_and_pi: i see
aneurisko: as if the hero/a among men were certain
aneurisko: waiting, waiting, waiting
aneurisko: till heaps of the dead and innocent crowd my sacred groves
aneurisko: I discust this mess
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: and call my Chaos Janitor
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: I say
aneurisko: let them think upon what Christ Mass means
aneurisko: in Sacrafice of the Innocent
aneurisko: and bear out the Hour
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: perfect Harmony of the Above with the Below
aneurisko: drink down the recess of every greedy estimation
aneurisko: and Witness what IS.
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: I pray this
aneurisko: I prey more
aneurisko: listening upon the Lute of the Muses
tea_and_pi: those that inspire?
tea_and_pi: ahhh
aneurisko: or plying the Norns to disclose what is meant by falsehood
aneurisko: the web and tune unwinding
aneurisko: like numbers under the stones
aneurisko: or lines upon the frame
aneurisko: trinkets of expeciality
aneurisko: ....
tea_and_pi: though filtering the gross
tea_and_pi: takes times of expectancies....though we are the ending phrase
aneurisko: wherever I GO
aneurisko: whatever I DO
aneurisko: you see me
aneurisko: you hear me
aneurisko: you comfort me
aneurisko: ....
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: I love you whole
tea_and_pi: as i you
tea_and_pi: i have a stone for you
tea_and_pi: i have saved
tea_and_pi: from the middle earth
tea_and_pi: it has your name
tea_and_pi: like a conch
tea_and_pi: i lift to my ear
tea_and_pi: and it speaks
tea_and_pi: more than the rush of sea
tea_and_pi: or tides
tea_and_pi: the whisper
tea_and_pi: i will send to you by mail
tea_and_pi: in a cup
tea_and_pi: 1000 feet below the earth
tea_and_pi: below her veil
tea_and_pi: inner makings
aneurisko: below her veil
aneurisko: eh
tea_and_pi: once from the stars
tea_and_pi: you'll see
tea_and_pi: i will send
tea_and_pi: it to you
aneurisko: tell mwe
aneurisko: tell me
aneurisko: tell me
tea_and_pi: when chris and i went within Ruby Falls
tea_and_pi: deep in the earth
aneurisko: you know I serve the sacred Hearth
aneurisko: why deny me?
tea_and_pi: i lifted a single stone
tea_and_pi: with your name
tea_and_pi: its been on my alter
tea_and_pi: since
aneurisko: you have a most powerful magic, medicine
tea_and_pi: i hold it for you
aneurisko: I pray you own it
tea_and_pi: i will send this to you
tea_and_pi: now
tea_and_pi: well monday when the post office is open
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: tell me about that dream
tea_and_pi: dream?
aneurisko: where 5 there were
tea_and_pi: remind me
aneurisko: all in motion, horizontal facts
tea_and_pi: woo i remember dreaming but the details have escaped
aneurisko: a marching army, or something
tea_and_pi: ...
tea_and_pi: i truly cannot remember
aneurisko: stand-still winds at great heights, yet moving above
tea_and_pi: let me think on it to see if it comes back
aneurisko: think above
aneurisko: think Wind and Sky
tea_and_pi: sometimes i write things before i am fully awake
tea_and_pi: and they fade
aneurisko: and Stars
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: your dreams must be heavy
tea_and_pi: i talk with you often in dreams
aneurisko: I've seen the Secret
aneurisko: and it lays before me
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: an invitation to Life
aneurisko: but diving here seemed
aneurisko: awesome severence
aneurisko: merciless determination
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: inexplicable

aneurisko: I can tell you that the Beloved is yet adrift
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: still bent on certain things
tea_and_pi: ?
aneurisko: unwise, perhaps, to mention.
aneurisko: seeking to know the mind of some
aneurisko: to open up the vessel of these days
aneurisko: and expose the waters there conjured
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: these waters are in motion
aneurisko: stirred by the apiration of secred droves
aneurisko: wending the Wood, tempering and gathering the fallen
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: fields of golden grain
aneurisko: wind born passages of listened ear
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: Forest born, and wood-cut voyagers
aneurisko: to rain and storm and mountain torn
aneurisko: them who C
tea_and_pi: ...i have seen them
aneurisko: a true Mass.
aneurisko: ways upon ways, and too familiar
aneurisko: what I will have
aneurisko: in the mean time
aneurisko: is Friends
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: let them draw close
aneurisko: I love them, whole
tea_and_pi: :)
aneurisko: and We wend out the Hours
aneurisko: satisfied in the Event
aneurisko: each other born
aneurisko: lovers
aneurisko: family
aneurisko: memory
aneurisko: aspiration
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: Truth
aneurisko: Love
aneurisko: Substantial Life
tea_and_pi: my hours ...my dreams....
tea_and_pi: ours
tea_and_pi: all

Dark Madness

that time
when evening showed its tendril like appendages
beaconed with its siren call to visions of the deep
i stumbled
as the Watcher lept from underneath my feet
to set perched predator
atop me head
slightly hovering above the maps of fire
so reminicent of the creatures
of the night
that heavy laden with desire
perch heavier upon my heart
succubus
incubus
unmentionable chasms
learing at my folly in the place of fall
beneath the dream and light
and yet within its grasp
a silver key
clasped tightly
and with taunting gesture
offered such a lovely prize
with teasing stare
a challange there
for merbird
to both flight and swim
to walk with angels
fearless on the heads of pins

what brought a grin
to lighten up my face
I'll never gno
the green Knight held reflection for our way to be
both chained and free
said I
"I'll wed thee fearless, past the thirteenth gate,
and gno that you were always part of me"
with this the madness found its place in me

the gods held space
corse colosseum
for the dier divisions
of the soul
fortunate no place to be
while time and space was
captive in the place of rest

the walls of what was once
my small abode
fell way
as i saw all the vast stands in the round
i gasped
and startled
that the miriads of beings came to see
both beauty
and the horror of all visions past
a likely mass
all cheering
taunting
casting lots
both solumn and profane
the prize
the key
held high
above the worlds domain
a tiny spot
displacement in the realm of all
a curve of time
the place of birdie calls

"STAND GROUND!!!"
my ugly watcher bellowed loud
long tendrils from my long black hair
flew toward the crowds
some deep and quakelike tremor
from deep within
roared with the cheer of all the past of kin

The voices of the all
had come to fore
the word of rightiousness
the Lion's roar

and I the vessel of the moon
spoke magic to the tides
of black son's noon
the thrashing
tangles
throws of death
fell silent under neath the Lover's breath

with this
all sight was emptied of the night
with this
we all maintain the hidden sight

so when the days of numbered ways and means
fall silent past the place of dreams
i wake amid the grains of lords
play fields of wheat
as angel's trumpet horns
love all Beloveds as my own
and see
......within the eyes of thee
a silver plate of gold