Bugs and Insects, Curious in Form,
I Wish for more of You to be Born
Devic Dragons, Ray of Light
Show these Plains your Roar and Might
In a Boat or on the Grass
Out there Someone Caught a Bass
A Doe Eats Fowers already Emptied
By Hummingbird Hawkmoths Great and Plenty
Whether forest, meadow or seaside cold,
All locales beckon with ancient voice bold,
Artemis, Goddess of the Grand Wilderness
Sends her girls to ease our first-world illness
Unseen yes, but on tireless duty
Playing the bear, they know about moody
.
Strolling about at a leisurely pace,
By old oak trees and Victorian lace
I see the green house, where once lived a squirrel
Where I once became a firefly girl
Twelve years ago I did haunt a small room
Where feelings swam upward, closer to bloom
Very naive but with holy aegis
Poor before chaos, in a content place
A cute girl is what I wish to be
With a flirtatious, mischievous grin
A sweet destiny; this is no plea
To some I would look like living sin.
Although bearing an exhausted shell
Inside an elixir, great work brews
A little mistress, tempered by hell
Shall debut despite the worldly blues.
Slow-growing is this oh-so-sweet fruit
As it ripens, I look at some files
T-shirts and camis and skirts and boots
Feeling satisfied, my inner judge smiles.
Image-ining myself in a 90's park model
The kind with the translucent knobs, lush glass and a fan,
Dim inside, old but far from a destitute hovel
And in the corner greets me a scamp of a woman.
Welcome, friend, PBR's in the fridge. You look so beat.
Yes indeed, nectar rendered harmless but oh-so-sweet.
Then take happy respite, grab a can for this high heat.
This Summerland getaway is truly us girls' treat.
Even I know not who this spoony entity is
Perhaps a dear friend, destiny's cord tied in timespace....
Ones like us haunt these locations, for liminal bliss
I, in bloom'd rose body, uncovered mischievous face.
Where I once looked like a rowdy, puppy-dog boy
In this dim but cheery office of decades past
I return, strutting in, chunky platforms employ
Showing much ruddy skin, vigorous girl at last!
Arcade cabinets of various ages, at least fifteen
I'm quite an old being, but look scant more than a teen
Inside two pools of beize, outside one aquamarine
Extravagant joy not to be seen here as obscene!
By the old mini-golf course the two of us abscond
Around the wall; on pickled herring and wine to dine
Stumbling back, margaritas by the old pond
On a small bed we cuddle, under moonlight so fine!
In soul's recesses lies a fair judge
To cast her verdict, never to budge
To plead, to deny, shall never work
Seed of desire, magic flow, a smirk
Since my birth the sorcery did start
To creep its way down deep in my heart
The judge well understands what is best
I suck on her breast, her milk ingest
Some traits of hers I adopt in mind
Mixing with my independent kind
The incessant desire to transform
Into the fitting, snug, cozy, warm
I am well-versed in the ways of men
And grasp female beauty, therefore then
She imposes me to learn the means
To receive, create, and be, it seems
Petite, elegant, with lacy seams
As a proper girl my soul reform
In time soon the spirit's shell adorn
Flawless skin, plump-rumped, expanded hips
And of course a pair of fine-cocked lips
Told this may be folly by my peers
Not aware this feeling never veers
On my spirit's path I did endure
Great hardship she sent, to make mature
Horror, madness, eyes fixed upon death
I rise from the ashes, and catch my breath
I triumph above all, good sovereign
And awesome powers did I thus gain
Unbreaking peace, strength never to flinch
But the desire does not give an inch
'Tis ironic that I must accept
The yearning, instead of acquiesce
All are on a path to sublime bliss
But in each lies an innocent wish
Death is to be welcomed as rebirth
This lesson she taught is highly worth
My lady signals me now to wait
To know and savor my coming fate
Perhaps even in my current state
In such a dark cavern few think to find
A little hermit in silk intertwined
This girl and the mushrooms both shed teal light
Coming out often to stir the forces
Or to merely find desired resources
It is a sheer sight to witness this sprite
At least in full, but she always bears veil
Surmising most do not reckon the scale
My siblings own citadels great and small
Who may bear palisades of trapper forts
Or great gray ramparts who guard haughty courts
But come me they fall, every case in all
Where spearmen and archers both fail to breach
And even equipped to lay out a siege
But my very presence brings nothing short
Of phantoms who do not register walls
Or tremendous earthquakes no magus calls
Neglecting the sort, brittle stone is thwart
In bearing honey, no forecast attacks
They meander on, then start to find cracks
It is only the veil which I am clad
Which prevents being rendered gibbering mad
To shock and shake foundations kept so well
Can create for them a hell
So I stay in a shell
Dodging and bearing their chaotic upswells
Into the cave, cocoon, I bid farewell
“Look who we have, ‘tis the good Gentleman!”
“We have here a bona fide knight errant!”
“A bonny fellow in true brotherhood!”
“I say praise is in order, that it would!”
Oh how great it is to do my duty
To console my brothers rendered moody
Moving possessions from home to a home
Exchanging the lore of Japan or Rome
Most know of my idiosyncrasies
A head grown full of roses and daisies
Some know of the room that fits a draper
Of cute gamines as dolls or on paper
I know what’s inside, that faith-infused will
But pronouncing has been boulder-up-hill
But ever it goes, my journey’s long road
Rounding me, making ever more cathode
And while every one shall see telltale sign
Brothers like this for now fit me just fine
“Sir, your meal, and we’ve held off on the wine.”
Days of trials, days of endings exposing unknown
In this morn mist play the Nereids and Poseidon
How they trekked so inland is not quite established
On faith alone did they leak in, like mystic fish?
The great question of our time, whether to control
Becomes forgotten this moment, whereas this pull
Magnetizes out from crevices, so obscure
To ionic med-ium, star in near span allures.
I becomes we, me becomes us, and mine ours
Nature and genius combine, unforeseen powers
Hush! Do you hear the good news whispered, louder now?
Electrons glisten off scales, gargantuan tail rows.
Even here, I can hear storms of great high seas blow.
Amidst talk of worldly, manmade carnage
Wind carries news, a small, wispy message
Of the outer lands, growing blooms anew
Forests planted, oceans cleaned to deep blue.
The doom loops finally snap from orbit
Unable to more endure nor transmit
Once, yes, the core of nostalgia is felt
The reason our past so gingerly dealt.
What do you want? Hey, say, what do you want?
To be a princess, or a knight errant?
It matters not which, or what, even how
Just feel the flying sparks in your heart, now.
Hear the ancient echoes of calling resound.
Artificial face cracks, revealing flesh untanned
In Dim Dream, solitude, gentle storm onto rock
Without a compass, where go but inner badlands
Tracking russet tea essence, astringent aroma
A black-haired girl, biding her time my whole existence
Gleams a broad telepathic smile through undulations
Dark Yin blooms, next stage of maroon Oceantide’s Flower
Inner waves amplify, I become bouyant in air
Isles among temperate isles stretch out in the expanse
A watch fills with water, with the wily lore of plants
In photographic mist, pleats and boots, I twirl and prance
HOW YOU SHUT YOURSELVES IN YOUR HAPPILY EVER AFTERS
AS I WAS STUCK IN NECROPOLEI, STAINED CRUDE ALABASTER
I MUST MOVE ON TO NEW OCEANS, BETWEEN CHOKMAH AND BINAH
WEARIED PILOT, COARSE BEARD, LYING PERSIAN BALLERINA!
TANNED, HOOKED NOSE, STRONG, SLENDER, EFFICIENT CURVES WITH SKIMPY GIRL'S DRESS
TO THE BALLROOM I FLY, TO FIND DIGGERS OF SOULS, GOOD GODS BLESS!
In core of settlement has sadness dissolved
Unfounded chic, but now Science has resolved
On very same mountain as all other creeds
And dharmas marching those towards uncovered needs
Now reveal'd rich and able, and not much poor
As I feel grace and strength from those Yorkshire moors
On this day the Passion of Him taught us well
To shine light, yes, even come out the bluebell
Spectres rattle the electrified rafters
As millions are trained as witches and casters
What legacy yours will haunt us, death's after?
Whom to take apprentice, as ghostly master?
For certain this place has its own pace
Where people vanish without a trace
Where one might expect thumping Bibles
The dogs and cats, instead, are idols
Why we came is not always divulged
The potlucks each year less to indulge
Like fabric tattering off a gown
Methinks one day this place will sink down
Still such acting after all these years
Under rock masks amassed grief and fears
As November weeps and our society ends,
With broken residences around every bend,
Uninviting lairs hold snapped bonds, dead on floors,
Becoming only translucent, background bores.
Then why, how, do I feel such hope beyond word?
In these conditions feeling wings like a bird?
Is this here the concept of closure at play?
Navigating life I found harbor to stay.
I don’t tell everyone, about the angels,
Knowing of some in clouds and others in holes.
Either way, people may find that oh so strange,
For after chaos how does hope rearrange?
But it does anyway by ultimate string,
Or light, love, any feeling high hope would bring.
While being sewn up, the great needle can sting.
Yin battles spiraled to total yin wars
Then yin victories to settle the scores
While the molé and fajita sizzled
On stone plates, by chips in queso drizzled
In restaurants full of yang brouhaha
While eggs and shrimp cooked a la Diabla
November blows in, bare trees and gray sky
The memory of college days gone by
When in those restaurants, lone abode too
I drank and dreamed, in mental comforts flew
I see some things as signs of the old past
Lights flood a field for a jolly yang clash
The past in the present, future ahead
With each day the gift of our daily bread
As we turn in, with tree leaves red, well fed
Hail Magdalena, Queen of Roses
Lover of Yeshua, equal in His Eyes.
You, slandered and scorned mercilessly,
Looking down from the High Heavenly Planes
Towards the outcasts in misty cells.
Sweet lady in Red, we lie eager in wonder
Awaiting deep mysteries of yours
Whispered by the leaves.
Engulf us in your fragrances,
Plant and cultivate your flowers in our hearts,
For us to unfurl and awaken to our true light
After cascades of sorrows have been shed.
We ask this of you, Dear Spouse of Yeshua,
In the name of the Rose.
Amen
A cool, sunny day
The usual stroll
Birds chirp on the way
Done hiding, warmth’s pull
Most common, this experience
Does not take from the feelings
The Oaks’ glory, Spring’s essence
The sprinkled seeds of teachings
Soon activated, little predicting
What will come of elder beings’ rose-argent string
The point of a needle
Up and down by a swerving treadle
Eye of a hurricane
Calm in the yaw on a catalyst’s plane
A straight-line storm
Tugging the fabric, commanding the form
What deep-colored clothing shall thus be wrought?
Fitting contours superior than that such is bought?
And then to whom shall the lore be so taut?
Eastern whispers, Eastern tales
Wild, remote cliffs and vales
Magic pocket, magic spells
Pearlescent energy up-swells
Every dream and every word
Regarding it makes barrier blurred
Giddy laughter, mirth, sweet scent
Beauty, charm, empowerment
Mycorrhizal network made
Brush and ink and tea and jade
I say to those above, well-played
A long time ago, about 2009
In a relatively innocuous time
On a now-defunct merchandise website
A product that says “LAN Party!”, alright…
In those crazy, wholesome parties I’d been
Nerds most all and treated as friends
No alcohol, reefer or tobacco smoke
Just old consoles, RP and parroted in-jokes
As we left the places we’d played
We scattered to study further away
For a bit it seemed things would be steady
But we found out the hard way we weren’t much ready
Fourteen years since leaving the nest
From carefree chirping and lighthearted jest
Most held steadfast, others did not
Things taken for granted have seemed hard-fought
The parties, I remembered, so long ago
And “LAN”, with anemoia, I overflow
Such grand, granted, grandiose fun
In LAN parties once held, and for the most part done
Pizza, beer and red Mountain Dew
My fire and oceans, curiosity too
Well up in me, seeing smiles so true
Blogs, troves, videos and more
Of times when people’s joy so soared
Those silly people of great innovation
Would seem to give off an ideal sensation
And it all activates my womb of creation
Believing in spirit’s hearts such times stay real
Quite literally, despite being something to feel
Desiring to go both forward and backward
With the best it offers to a direction made third
Guess I’ve decided to become an even bigger nerd
Sun-drenched or rain-drenched, cutting the wind
Mississippi was who grew my fins
Flowing into a mysterious gulf
I hope she is not taken advantage of
Maybe taking on other rivers’ burdens
I see her beauty, glistening currents
Swamp, cliff, forest, sands
In high skies I foresee shimmering bands
To unite again after a come-hither aria
Beyond mere past times nostalgia
It is clear, reality phantasmagoria