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An Old Ritual

Last night I partook in an old ritual. One my ancestors may have recognized. As an observer I felt more than I can explain, oddly enough. There were not many parts, but there was much fun to be had and many friends to be made. This I think I understand. The profound effects of a ritual always lie in the social aspect for me, the actual God or Gods taking the backseat in my mind. I think I’d quite like to do it again.

Regent of Hearts

I’ve met some great boundless one so far

Who told me how the world’s not so hard

Who filled my heart with no canard

That one who tells stories much like a bard

A sing-songy voice

But not by their choice

I of course must rejoice

They think of me more than a shithouse Joyce

Of gumdrops and lilypads

A fantasy land

Of good moms and good dads

There in that castle just by the sand

Idyllic machination

Psychadelic fascination

A world so full of recreation

And creation

A world so fully embraced the Mad

Princess On A Train, The Train

Today I have for you the story of a girl on a train. The story of a girl of such ethereal beauty, abundant character, and brazen intellect that one could hardly consider her real. The story of our lady, that one who is champion for us so that we may live again in that kingdom of golden plenty. The story of that girl who is the light when all is in darkness. The story of that one who I only hope that someday I can be compared against in half as favorable a light. Please enjoy the poem today. This one means a lot to me.

Our Lady, The Traveller

So many fears

And so many tears

The story of a girl on the subway

A girl crying on the train

A girl with eyes so vibrant and beautiful

The war for Helen of Troy might seem like a playground spat

Were she now to be the focus

This girl on the subway

With jet black hair

And the fairest of skin

Sweeter than honey

Feeling less than sunny

The days for her

Already long

Grow longer still

She waits for her mind to come home from war

For her love to come knocking at the door

Staring out the window

Seeing stations pass by

She tells herself that little lie

“I’m ok! I’m alright,” she’ll cry,

As her manicured nails dig into her thigh.

Recalcitrant as she is

In her rebellion against the crown

She fears now the forces rallied to her opposition

As their war horns sound

But our lady, my lady

The princess and heir

So beautiful and fair

Those horns that sound

Her allies to her aid

Riding down the mountain in that most righteous cavalcade

That girl crying on the subway

She’ll find the words with which to say,

“I’m ok. I’m alright.”

And on that day,

She’ll have the strength to fight.

Thereby, The Window

I sit here at this table by the window. I wonder what to write. Another busy day today. Painfully out of sight. I wish to be so found, so desired, as to be the object of such constant praise but at the same time, no, I wish to slink back into the shadows and watch them all walk by. To be apart from it all. How does one reconcile these alternate desires? Someday I’d like to be the one that knows. Please enjoy the poem today, friends. I wrote it just for you.

Table by the Window

Do I ever know what to write?

The very thought

It feels so trite

Something that so seemingly cannot be taught

I’m finding that i think of you a lot

My heart so burns with numbness

I wish that i could go away and find that wardrobe

And be with mister tumnus

For now I sit and stare

At faces seem so bare

A thousand different things to fear

Shed but not a single tear

No sadness left to turn

From that torrent to slow burn

I’m finding now it’s hard to earn

A place now to discern

What option is the best

Why yes! You might ask

“What options might you have?”

Oh, wouldn’t You like to know?

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

I hope that you are sleeping. I hope that you are dreaming. Dreaming of me. Thinking of me. As I too am thinking of you, dreaming of you, believing in you. I’m not really one to give up. Dream that little dream of me, would you?

Dream Inside A Dream

It’s a long, long day ahead

Before I get to bed

Just remembering now, i think

Something you had said

Blue-green

Like the sea

If only you had seen

Those things that i could see

Come one, come all!

Welcome to the fair!

You there! You look tall!

Come and see the dancing bear?

You wouldn’t refuse… You wouldn’t dare!

With you it’s always an adventure

Surely backed as though by debenture

I always find myself to be so sure

But what if I can’t find the answer?

What if I… ?

A Light That Won’t Go Out

Always on, always burning. There is a lamp that never goes out. The light across the bridge, the light at the end of the tunnel, eyes in the dark that watch your every move. For every champion of the light, there lies in secret something far more sinister. But just as there lies the body of the Sinisterium, so too is there the light. May harmonic balance find you and retrieve you from the depths of this eternal oscillation so that you may see the light as much as the dark. To walk not between worlds, but within one world. Find yourself now, arbiter of the unbroken. I hope you all like the poem today.

Blindspot

Is there anybody out there?

Searching, never finding

Plentitudes

Of loneliness and solitudes

Staring down at screens abound

Wishing only i could hear the sound

The angelic hymn and calming tune

The hope to hear your voice again soon

I feel so lost amidst the dunes

Shifting sands

Far from home in distant lands

Skin so burning

Stomach so turning

I only hope that i am learning

Peering out at ancient monoliths

Think of you, i hope to share with

These old bones and ancient myths

Try again to find the pith

Specters haunt and do surround

The darkness always finds a way around