Stank Running Liquid Toxic HOT Smoking Lethal Chemical Nausea Delirium Twisted Chrome Monster Dripping Iron Flowing Scarlet Secreting Roadside Glass Confetti Smashed Crashed Reflecting Destroyed Ruined Lacerations Polyester Tournecate Thin Sinewy Threads Barely Hold Skull To Shoulders Kitchen Table Print Gown Stain No Seeping Wet With Yesterdays Possibilities Layne Barren Lifeless On Route 90 Afternoon Sun Relentless Unforgiving A Star Sex No More Platinum Blond Wig Melting Scene
Glorious Perfection Self-reflection Born of Fire With True Direction From Flames To Ashes To Flames again A renewal Tempered Spiritual Alchemy Friend Continue To Rise Ignite the SKY Illuminate Your truth There’s Nothing To Hide Beside The Dragon The strength Proud Nobility Reaching Inside You’ve found The Key Its always been there Now with nurturing From chrysalis To butterfly Your living Again Pure Impurities Removed The Calling Of this vessel Brings light Into view Rise Up Higher Rise Up Brighter Go forth Where Icarus Failed Share the word A living Tale Reborn …………
Silent, hunger, Vamp, vixen eyes Porcelain skin, She hypnotized Victims of night Cool autumn air Beauty in disguise You better beware….. Mists of London Streets of Transylvania The echo of footsteps Wet, approaching behind you A velvetine whisper A moment of trust Caught in the throes Consumed in blood lust Emptying the vessel To the brink of lifeless mortality A victim no more, A transformation to Royalty Queen of Darkness With an heir to her throne of Red Forever bonded To the kingship of undead…
She’s a bad ass She don’t take shit But when it comes to out right fights man, She kills them with looks and words She’s all colorful Like a brand new box Of Crayola crayons She’s excitement, art Filled with spiritual knowledge She’s a rainbow, a fountain of youth A punkrock Lunch Lydia style Vampyres, Jung, Nietzsche She is MagicK She is the Stars She is Diamonds In another life, on another continent, in another time She could have ruled The Sunset Strip Hollywood Boulevard Glitter, Glam, and leather With piercing eyes She is Diva Triformis Goddess of the moon She’s Helter Skelter She’s a neon light She’s a birth mother And mother of the night She’s the most, She wears her heart on her sleeve Love is the word It’s what she shares best She is freedom A much deserved smile She’s the queen Down Under But you can’t feel her miles She’s the huntress She Is Respect And best of all…. I call her friend
Panic in the back room Dangerous eyes dart back and forth Cheap unspoken labour Cold tile sweat pours streaks of chaotic numbness Heart palpitations Ring LOUD jitterbug anxiousness Fever gut punch roll Walls crash silhouette laugh Through black window drawn curtain Event horizon Monday mocking rises 5am cooler snap Time clock stop Moments vibrate execution Register rings buzzzzz Bells Thunder Arcane madness Face reality of self proclaimed Exile into the streets Angst loaded jaw Heavy handed Liquid fuel lunch gasoline Trip wire feast Voyeurs throw craps the last breath of life that Escapes living tissue As the movie bleeds into Nothing Without a sequel to behold or be left waiting for within these final Hours As the line blurs Between party and Suicide
Spotlights shine Warm Blinding In your eyes Faceless Crowds Silent
The Everyman Changed Created THE Scene… Busting up rules
“First thought Best thought”
Inspiration Rains Down Like a Deity Rolling, Muse Recoiling.
Parents Hide their kids From Clouds Of Smoke
Reefer A couple of Bennies Amphetamine Rituals Cigarettes & Beer
New York And San Francisco Taxi Drivers Them crazies Have more stories
Wild Experiences Because THEY! They’ve seen And been through it ALL
Like The fixture in the corner Shadowed Silhouette Stoic Form Not stirring Or Murmuring Both Taking it All in And is Oblivious To it All
The cracking Red Leather Barstool Seat cover
Home To the raven A crow An owl Perched Parched Thirsty
Eye witness news Voyeur observations For those that want To drop a few clams For information
“You didn’t hear it from me… I ain’t no snitch”
Yeah Like New York, Long Island Ice tea I guess every man Has his price
Marked up Mirror Jagged Street lingo Gangs Girls Nicknames Carved deep In glass
Lines Leave Scratches Along your face As You stare Absent Vacant
Hollow skull eyes Look back From your Reflection
Can you read them?
Getting ready For the Big send-off
The christening The Bon voyage Smashed Splintered Celebration, Suds And foam A Real BANG Explosion
CHAMPAGNE Dreams Crash Like the Roaring 20s Stock market Falling Jumping From 21st floor Opened windows Panic The death of an era
Silver screen dreams Dried up with talkies Innovation Invention Blacklisted Beliefs Or voices Too pitchy That didn’t cut the mustard
From 50 flicks a week To a telephone Coated with dust And cobwebs And a ringer You try to convince yourself Has busted…
Something’s gotta be going on somewhere Just a change of scenery Something Fresh To unclutter your mind Everything Is happening too fast You just need a break To be awake Dialed in After all it’s Friday Night Live~
Almost exactly on it’s one year anniversary, my page The Coven has officially reached a clean 1000 likes.
I had started the page to explore MagicK, build up a community, and even created a group by the same name. Then with other things coming up, projects, life, etc. I had stopped posting on the page and figured that it would virtually die of neglect.
One day I noticed that I had 3 likes in a single day some months later. And I started to pay a bit more attention, and maybe dropping a post every 2 months or so.
The Coven, I realized was growing organically growing by it’s own will. As I sat idley back I took notes, and began slowly posting to my page. There was something here.
Somewhere in those moments, I shifted gears. From writing a book of poetry The Calling- An Echo of the Howl to Something Witchy This Way Comes.
Like MagicK, my life and purpose had a new meaning, new intention, I felt myself being drawn to a new Calling. I found myself truly immersed with the mystic arts. I was learning, growing, and found myself more connected to people, places, events in history. I was transcending time and space, from the days of King Solomon to formation of neopagan witch covens just started a couple of decades ago here in California.
Halloween of 2021 Is the scheduled release date of Something Witchy This Way Comes 🧹 I am both humbled and grateful to the creators of Dead Man’s Press Ink, writer, poet, and published author R. M. Englehardt, and fellow poet and artist Hex’m J’ai.
This has certainly been a truly “MagicKal” journey, and I am very much looking forward to things that are to come. Thank you all for being with me along this journey as where it takes (us) I do not know. The “echo of the calling” remains true and clear in my heart. It is a voice that sings purpose into our hearts, and gifts us with talents that we bring together so that we may create a better tomorrow for the human race and world at hand.
Loved fresh snow fall staring out my bedroom window into my back yard into the field behind it All the snow covered trees picnic table, canoe crowning with white brilliance…. blinding like holy rapture…..
Don’t ever be an arrogant, act spoiled like that of an egg left in the sun, don’t be cruel, or self righteous for that’s the equivalent of kicking yourself in your ass. You end up shooting yourself in your own foot and invariably just doing stupid shit. Those things you speak of are “Ego” and ego driven…. They are markers of false idols. Do not “worship” false idols, yet recognize that you are god and holy.
Ego, jealousy, arrogance, those are traits of Yahweh.
Yahweh the god of the Israelites of the Talmud or the Old Testament. As we find out, and as he directly says… “I AM a Jealous god”…..
Jealously is the result of living in a lower vibrational level, at it’s root it is insecurity. “How can a god of the most high be insecure and omnipotent?” There is only one fitting answer. He is not, and that is the lie has been spread and fought over for centuries. (… and no, Yeshua, was Not Yahweh, in figure or in purpose)
By design, we are all created as gods, brothers and sisters, energy from the universal ALL. Some with purpose, some using intent, others by happenstance recieve messages, visions, memories of our premortal existence and rights by divine enlightenment. This is nature, This Is beauty, this Is through the arts.
Being open and embracing others, that is among the true paths of godhood and Karmic excellence. Done for the true sake of others, in secret, not glorifying oneself in vanity or guilt. Empathy is the key to understanding the ALL. The key that unlocks everything when we step aside from ourselves and desires.
If you are complete, or even on the road and doing the work, recognizing the parts that others play as well as the beauty that surrounds you, you will immediately see that you “We” as individuals are Not the center of the ALL or the universe. We are but fractiles, connected to each other in very important substantial ways.
“We” are consciousnesses, We are gods, there IS no room for ego, jealousy, arrogance. We are all one. As one, and one has the same numerical value As ONE! None is greater than the other….
Lies, ignorance, and denial, prevent one from attaining the true enlightenment that is open, honest, free, and rightly there just for the taking. But blinding yourself to those truths by false doctrine and misguided self-motivation, or investing your intent upon another takes your personal truth, spirituality, magicK away from your Own divine destiny. So mote it be 93
Pent up Inside Thick Heavy Black Manifestation 72 captive We are Legion For we are many We are released And dine On your modern Day society Feeding freely From banquets Even we Could never have I imagined So much pain Hate Deliberate cause Divide and multiply Across this broken land And We Thrive Like Never before It’s Open season For souls While our hunger And thirst Can Never be quenched This is pretty Damn Close