I worshipped you as you still mock me.. Gaslight me…..and I’m sure “Block” me Which will be a welcomed relief so you will not see my thriving responses…..
A message To others?
Beware…… This is a patten. And her “Bipolar,” Is the excuse, yet I am the same and NEVER led people on or lied . #Ever….. #magick #gaslighting More to come on various platforms as you will “SEE” 👀 for your self the likes
Poor JPJ…… #ledzeppelin ☮️ I actually thought He was the source of her pain but it’s a game…… And I got to close to revealing/ seeing / exposing the truth… (Though I had it all Along)
“Step Right UP and SEE the contradictions and lies for your self” The Greatest SHOW ON Earth!!!!! 🪄 🌎 💥💔 🗣️
She was a mystery, the wind could not place her. was she of the air or of the water. By the stream she filled her ornate vessel, the purest water that could be captuted upon this earth. She was silent, of the water, beautiful she always will be, but in her heart… she is the air.
Hallowed cellars Musky scents Creaking doors Dusty alleyways Candelabra lit Forbidden stare Longing for lust Pure desire……. Pain in his eyes Lasts forever The jugular vein Open for salvation For now 🦇🥀
This is me on So many Levels! Maybe “NOT” So short? Pulling at the thin thread of your own sanity It’s never easy, though very addictive. I am one that had too many pots boiling in the oven, So many different projects and forms of art…. Yet I Never seen to get a break or validation of completion… Run Run on to the Next one…. Until the time comes and I spontaneously explode by default!
To think this was the budding of TRUE True Love, before the ego and fake
This piece is Gripping! an absolute Master Piece that I wrote lyrically and did the music for. Remember How Thrilled you were when you heard this, “it’s More than perfect, you brought tesrd to my eyes) and I covered your original A.D.piece, I still have the “THE” screenshots from when I first played it for you, and also when I shared your latest writing on My page advertising for YOU! (And you call that grooming?!?!?) HA! I get nothing out of it…you said it was as if David Bowie ⚡ himself shared it. Then you pretend you were scared? Of what? I truly have All of our conversations. Do you remember When you said I reminded you to breathe? You said I made you Whole! Who are you kidding, who are you hiding from? Why do you think I WOULDN’T recognize Your husband from Led Zeppelin? Inferno and All…… Remember , the Brit “that looked Down in Social Media and would Never have a Facebook account. This was Real until three days ago. What are you scared of getting caught of! #Sus #Shady To think this was the budding of TRUE True Love, before the ego and fake persona ravaged and lied to themselves and I …. this is what dreams were made of, this that were Born in America….. I would never be dishonest, I tried more than to care for you, I gave you my all, and waited too long…. As I was toyed with…. And all will be revealed… You are too messed up to get away with this and do this to “Anyone” else… Though I suspect it’s been a habit for years….. Amen(RA) 🙏🏻 93/93
Mirror Mirror on the wall, if it ain’t copywriter sorry “yal”
The Lying Bane of my existance, You Do NOT lead someone on and then Ghost them and blame it on “Bi-Polar”… Not too effective when you have the same condition, yet I don’t treat people like Assholes, especially people i process to love then unfriend them, block them from other social platforms, and after yours truly offered her a place to live because she can’t stand her HUSBAND, and I had it so she wouldn’t have to pay bill$ so that she could focus on writing and SEX I Planned on taking care of her every whim, desire ….. But I Am THE FOOL with the 20/20 vision. I know it sounds trite but to work on myself, and my devastating ordeal which has caused me PTSD and Huge Amounts of Pain and Trust issues I will need to focus on Shadow Work…. It’s going to be deep and dark…. I am scared to proceed alone, so I am opening up a New Blog on a new platform for anyone else to learn from my mistakes or about what happened not yours truly……
All Good men was, is, and will be the eternal FOOL.
There will Be MORE to come in the ensuing days as the spotlight…. TRUE Spotlight reveals All……(and much Much MORE) ……SO, uh Uhm …..I’m the liar? Call the #authorities Report me to #facebook Tell my #family? Play #Victim and try to #Gaslight me?
Sorry babe…… I’m #DONE The “PEOPLE” were Correct From the Start #Sus #Sketch #User
Blood and Dirt
He learned to read beneath the moonlight, etched words carved from cemetery tombstones. The night swallowed his afternoon shadow and it was here that he felt his Kool conference in full form.
He never dreamed he’d play the Jackal, with gnashing hyena jaws, and piranha teeth, or be the fool that carried the Christ to bask in holy martyrdom over the carpet of palm.
Promises were lies. Tongues purposefully silenced, locked away, cocks castrated up in wooden crosses , languidly hanging in the wind as flesh wind chimes.
This has nothing to do with Christians or Hebrews though the Antichrist will appear. All dressed up in fake Black gowns, idiot fools of the Male persuasion pretend to give two shits in exchange for some attention and tits like so many mortal wannabe culturists.
“Wow” , “Beautiful”, “This Speaks to me”, “This too is my favourite movie or music” even a 1753 painting that they have never heard of or seen before becomes an “instant classic from years before”.
And you… Ha… Endorse this behaviour because you inside.. Hate yourself and will find anything as a distraction.
The One of the night, that held your dreams, promised you safety, partnership, proclaimed his love, prosated his faith and honest upon your altar….. Now Sees that he…. Like All Good men was, is, and will be the eternal FOOL.
COME live with me, I understand the trials of life and sanity, I expect nothing from you, but will give you all… We were to be partners inspiring each other, writing creating, eating cold pizza on the floor while watching Horror movies , f*cking, F*cking for hours as I promised you that it would. The repercussions taking Days for you to walk again properly, yes, the way you wanted.
I Am a FOOL!!! I WAS to let you do to me What No Other human may have had the opportunity or Right to do things I wonder if they can Even legal!
I was yours, I Was YOURS… BUT I am nothing (I don’t think I Was) but as they said to me. Time and time again… “You are being used, a toy, to satisfy some B*itches ego, A Play thing Now Used with nothing left, and Now understanding it was All a Fucking Joke …..
Who am I? but the fool!!!!! That was literally told my”Just please leave me alone and forget that i exist.”! such Dear words from someone that you pledged your Life to… such Dear words from someone that you pledged your Life to…
AND WITH BLOCKING, SILENCE, GAMES, IGNORING, NEW RULES
I KNOW…
My Truest Love Has Lost
Are you happy Are you happy Are you happy
It was ALL……… for You (I was an ordinary boy, but now I’m Alone…… )
Thank you for the laughs Thank you for the smiles thank you for the dreams. I’m sorry you had to end the World this way ….
Star Light, Star Bright First Star I See tonight……
A Birthday
A birthday A moment of wonder The arrival of life Into this world So many souls welcomed So many families blessed So many dreams to come true
The love that one fosters For more than Themselves Speaks Volumes above the lost Destiny, Vision, Manifestation These are the tools that Make One TRULY Great! Compassion Empathy (not Too much) Is what makes up A Shining Star
A child stares on the front steps Looking at the moon in the night Star Light, Star Bright First Star I See tonight…… And the Boy smiles For he is good He is s innocent Full of Dreams…..
That’s ….how I feel Knowing that Deborah Tosun Kilday is out there, smiling at those Like me… One-day I might too And join her in her glow Just How important She IS I don’t think she’ll ever know…
I remember both loving you and fearing that one-day you’d be gone
Do You Remember
What do you remember What do you remember about ME Do you remember What was meant to be Or Was that just an illusion Nothing but a Dream I dreamed
I’ve held onto hope I’ve held onto darkness I’ve held onto comfort, in simple memories
Do you remember The way you made me smile The way you could make me laugh as the world collapsed around me The way you could inspire Words fall like liquid across a page
I remember I remember both loving you and fearing that one-day you’d be gone It seems that nothing that feels that perfect Ever lasts forever…..
Have you ever lived on the other side of alone, where vicious echos tear at you and cut you to the bone
Within this darkness I have found myself
I lost the will to trust Or rather maybe I learned from the burn
Do you remember Do you remember anything more than my name Do you remember the sweat we shared a thousand miles away Do you remember trading Childhood secrets back and forth like priceless baseball cards Do you remember the promises that we made, that were meant to be forevers
I’ve grown so old So old so fast
I wouldn’t mind resting here If just for a little while But not really I want to disappear for this life time and many more
I ….. just wish I knew Wish that I understood I meant to be perfect for you Never failing in anyway.
Maybe that is a failure To be flawed is human after all
But we knew We knew together that we were More
Together, through many aeons Life times, we were destined to be together, even now and forever For amongst the mortals We We’re Gods….
What do you remember What do you remember about ME Do you remember What was meant to be Or Was that just an illusion Nothing but a Dream I dreamed
Castles in the sky have come crashing into a violent ocean of silence.
It’s a sad world, where what I feel is “normal”. I didn’t realize that there was was so much purposefully inflicted pain. It breaks my heart that is a universal feeling of abandonment, where castles in the sky have come crashing into a violent ocean of silence. Where magick kings have become dethroned, and cast as court Jesters in their Kingdoms. Their truth and love now lay waste as a hidden joke with no semblance of a punchline.
Maybe Arthur had felt this when Guinevere turned him away for Lancelot. Its a hard cruel world filled with death among the stars, I’m sorry you all feel this too.
This is you, This is me, even in your darkness, I see and feel the light. This is me. Holding you. Embracing you. I said I would never let you go. That is what a Man does. That is what Lovers do. They keep their promises and Never Never Left Go. I WILL Always be here for you. Even through my own pain. You make it possible All Worth it and possible. You are my desire. You are my magicK and my Love. You are beautiful. You are my Scarlet Queen. You are my everything. I give myself to You…. And So So So much more. I Love you. This is you, This is me, even in your darkness, I see and feel your light.
Samaiel and Lilith, exploring the forests and their bodies… The power of sex magick burning for the eternal source… This, is where freedom was literally born….
facing demons and facing angels I’m sure are my imagination
This Is Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
So much fuckin pain Insane with no certainty facing demons and facing angels I’m sure are my imagination but adore just the same
I fear that the end is nigh I fear that the end is nigh… As something’s got to give
Me? I have a played the fool more often than I can count I know I can trust No One as My eyes Are every where… Who I am, it never mattered Why even pretend it did (or would you?)
I see all I hear all My soul is inside out I can’t touch you I never had the chance I never met that dream I wanted (our) magicK to live forever
The time is so close Time to retire, time to rest Time to Punch the clock there ain’t no more to give Insides drained as my soul I’ve drawn and quartered myself Here among the unliven The horses will set me free
This is the garden of pain Hemlock groves, Nerium Oleander Grows, mocking beauty with death that nurtures silence in the night where surely some semblance of peace must reside…..
I guess I truly was A Starr amongst The constellations Betlejuise Betlejuise Betlejuise Nothing happens for me
I’ve been dead for so long My reflection baring light It never hit me why I was only Seen at night
So here I go Climbing higher To Reside somewhere beyond The Yellow Brick Road
Maybe you’ll get a replacement There’s plenty like me to be found
I’m sorry I Didn’t know What you wanted or how To be that for you
I truly, wanted you To Have it ALL To… Be Perfect Just for you
I once was lost But now I’m found To dig up a corpse Like me
I agree.. It was a good write night But I can’t retire, not now, not yet. I have too many voices pulling at my seems… I hear their screams, and I must let them out… I can’t take them with me tonight, I must, I will… free them… So they may finally rest in peace and I can rise in the light On Sunday…”SUN” Day…. and …. begin again a writers job, is never done We are the exorcist For those without a name
What is this that slips across the hallway door at night. Ragged dirty dusty bones the kind that creep and crawl and send children into a fright. Unliving Dead trying move as silent as a door mouse. It’s shadow falls upon the walls slipping the affects of the degrause. It’s last memory it needs to feed on a morsel from the hallowed pantry. Skull and bones, a wicked curse doesn’t realize why everything tastes so blandly…. Poor Mr Bones Poor Poor Mr Bones ☠️💀☠️
I did have this waiting for you, if and when the time is right… There is truly nothing I want more than for you climb onto me and take in my full length and girth as you ride yourself into oblivion! And all I want in return is to suck your whet, soaking fingers, putting them as far down my throat as humanly possible, taking you all in. Lost and focused in your deep beautiful wild eyes, before I slowly hold your hips, lowering my face to play with your now ultra sensitive clit, with my strong, expert tongue, circling, flicking it, lightly nibbling it, til I have your whole whet pussy in my mouth, the fullness of my exploring tongue buried deep inside you, your delicious self. Watching you, I never blink, I want to feel and keep this with me for ever…. Mental polaroids of my most beautiful girl, the one that makes me feel alive, feeling the Heads nd Tales, the dark and light, life and death…. I feed upon your precious rose, as you hold and bury my face Deep Deep within your legs, it is here ….. That I am home! I have found my way back, you, holding the key. I wish I could join your hands down your panties, play with you clit, your soaking whet pussy , sucking deep on each finger, as I remove your panties with my teeth…. And I begin again, forever more, my only desire is to satisfy you, and make you cum cum and cum all over My whet, willing face. I love you Luci, Not for a moment Have I ever stopped
I Truly want to make You Happy Happier than any woman Has ever been Before
I want to treat You like the Queen That you are
Remember me I am HE THAT will deliver you the darkness and the moon
Life…. Life is So much better, a blessing, truly magick when you’re in my world…..
All the love Throughout time And what is to cum I share and give to You
I may change my appearance, but it’s impossible to for me to wear a mask.
Masks
Post by Frankie Pearson
Sweet people are neither stupid nor naive…. They are so strong that they afford the luxury of not wearing any masks. ************************************
Ouch…. That just both hurt and comforted me, I don’t think more honest words could exist. I may change my appearance, but it’s impossible to for me to wear a mask.
Everything I do or say is true to who I am, what I believe and what I Love…. It doesn’t take a Sherlock Holmes to figure out who I am.
For better or worse, I cannot help but wear my heart upon my sleeve…..
I wait for you, to keep those promises that I have made for us.
I wait for the happiness that will come, as the sea of time finally parts, and we are finally together as one.
Magick, and eternity are the songs of reunion, as we begin to dance on the shores of bliss.
(I never knew, or expected to be a writer, that is…) but that seems to be what I do…. writing has become my oxygen and sanity, my therapy, my voice…. even if no one listens…. for me, I feel, writing is all that I have…. it is where I make dreams, and hold beauty in these naked arms arms….. “it’s all the same thing, no new tale to tell” ….maybe one day, I truly hope so…. if I only knew…
And we dance, with freedom in our hair, centuries of exile manifest strength within these bones. We are one, this our sisters coven, born of blood and the pain of intolerance. We are might, we are Strength, we are the circle of The Cone of Power. We are women frolicking in the joy of ourselves, leading the future lineage a clear path through Patriarchal submission.
1) Ok, my phone, I do everything on from writing to creating music, to branding, to writing my book that’s on Amazon to publishing my friends book that lives in the UK and movies, and music and digital art… Pretty important
2) my make-up & wardrobe. I’ve been creating an alter ego that I may be able to target certain audiences, without people scratching there heads!
My air fryer, if you don’t have one? Get yourself one! It thoroughly cooks almost the same time as a microwave, is easy to. Lean, crisps food right up, it’s FUN and a life saver….
There was a time, not too long ago, if you see the world on the grander scheme of things, that Mr. de Lioncourt and I would walk these hallowed streets of California, in the city of lost angels, the city commonly known simply, as Hollywood.
It was the ending of an era, but there was a still a sparkle in the air at night, cool and balmy that had even us entranced. Hand in hand along the boulevard of shining Stars and dying dreams, faceless mannequins watched us pass from the large glass store front windows of Playmates dressed in the latest lingerie couture.
I loved his smile as tourists passed, feeling his magnetic ambience, drawn to him unknowingly wanting to submit to him, feel him, become him, one of us.
This was our chapter. Our few moments in our own personal spotlight. There was no Louise, just us set upon this city of glamour. We had drawn ourselves out of the French Quarter… We felt young again, ready to thrive….
If you could see what I see lost in the ocean waves Fierce, forlorn, curling white There is so much more out there
Coming calling on the freezing wind Answers from Oracle lips Tasting the salty breeze Guiding amongst the shadows The harsh gusts pushing hard, to remind you that you’re not alone
Mourning mists turn to night
The grey weather is a ghostly friend Silently it takes you by the hand On this beach front, of sand and dune It listens and understands
Time, protection, understanding
The elemental gifts are here This… Is your Haven… your clarity Sanity and peace
It all comes together Knowing you In other worldly ways
It speaks in secrets Rhythmic tongues In a language Only you are familiar with
in these hours, these london streets i hide my face from the people and my pain… so long are the shadows that once danced at my feet I cringe as they whisper my name
Now Hello, Hello Too late, Too late you wont breath a single verse of love now Hello, Hello It’s too late, Too late to run from this river again
Stories become just a nightmare away I simplify the manners and shame my gloves hold the victems chosen from above tattered and twisted their fates
Now Hello, Hello Too late, Too late you wont breath a single verse of love now Hello, Hello It’s too late, Too late to run from this river again
did you ever wonder why they never found me my face was last seen in your eyes did you ever wonder why they never found me I am the lust and the pain in your eyes
in these hours, these london streets i hide my face from the people and my pain… my gloves hold the victems chosen from above tattered and twisted their fates
Now Hello, Hello Too late, Too late you wont breath a single verse of love now Hello, Hello It’s too late, Too late to run from this river again
You and I are Ravens Speaking Feeding over magick words
Romance is Not Dead
Romance is not dead It’s us the air that fuels these tired bones Up here in the cemetery It calls upon my name I see beauty and pain around me …..yes, I hear your name The wind is howling like thunder Only wicked places to hide Even I … try to protect you From Mephistopheles harsh lies You and I are Ravens Speaking Feeding over magick words I want to show you what I have endured All the Fucking hurt To take you, and save you create a world in which you could thrive I ask nothing nothing of you I only want the smile back in your eyes This pain This pain This pain is So ignorantly Real I can not remove it Til …. I breathe no more Evil is real, as real as the lies The promises that they’ve made us I want you to know …. I know but it still hurts “You….. Are not alone” “You’re Wonderful” “You’re Wonderful” It’s not men it’s women too I wish to throw my worn cloak about you And protect you from the truth… We, are not mere mortals We are stronger than their games They are foolish for wanting To harm us in any way…. I believe I believe I believe…. In you 🦇🥀🖤🌙
“All the knives seem to lacerate your brain I’ve had my share, I’ll help you with the pain You’re not alone” D.Bowie Rock-n-Roll Suicide
Raven BLACK 🖤🥀
to Mia Siciliano (written write here, write now… #Truth)
Weimarer Kultur 1919 Germany Art Sex Music Drugs Forward momentum Challenging the World’s Status Quo to and fro Iconic images Iconic personalities Alive Thriving Things taste better When offered Up in The Dark seedy Underworld Lines blurred Sexual freedom Non-conformity Pushing the envelope Of personal identity Fueled by cocaine Morphine Absinthe Piano show tunes
Silence is Darkness’s older sibling Dancing in the Raven sky above My name… Echoes in the Night 🌙🦇😈
Raven BLACK🖤🥀
Silence is Darkness older sibling. I love that. People often fear the silence as much as the darkness, because both things confront us with our own thoughts and fears. But this is also the chance for growing 🖤
Going Down? All good things come to an endStanding on the edge of the precipiceLooking down into the voidOf creative oblivionToo closeDistracted contemplationIs a dangerous ventureLose your sightLose your footingIt’s a long way for whereYou intended to beOnce you start to fallThere is no stoppingFaster Faster stillNo slowingOr coming backFrom a misstepUpon The slippery slopeContinue reading “Going Down?”
The Black Madonna The gifts of heaven can be hard and cruel, watching the ebony sea come, pushing and pulling too and fro. Distant fires can be seen and the repetitious chants of hunger repeat, repeat. The black silk sky flows like ink in heaven and in hell. I saw her dance in her porcelainContinue reading “The Black Madonna”
Freedom in Darkness From smoke and desire To reach across the deserts fireI rise from a noir haloInto the vastness of nightTo be freeTo be one To be with the wind….. among these arid milesI will find my throne And you will be my queen Of heavy yesterdays Raven BLACK
Mourning Sun The Sun krept through the blinds, it was morning it was Monday, there was a trail of a thousand ants running single file across the windowsill in search of food, their version of ambrosia to keep their queen fertile and strong. My easle stood on omnipnotent in the corner of my single bedroomContinue reading “Mourning Sun”
Melody and melancholy lies, I wear Thorns in my eyes blind to the truth. My words, my heart, bleeds mercilessly, I’d rather die than want to believe. I knock upon your scarlet door, you are thick mahogany within. Armoured, protected, lonely with a fear of being alone, there is no penetrating the veil you have erected to prevent communication. My voice is silent. Desperate, not like it was before. I want to clean the clockwork mechanics inside your mind. I want to again feel you in the way I gave myself to you, feel, and protect you the way that I have always promised. Bitter winds scar my back, I have no home to return to. Did I lose myself within a dream, gone too far into the field of sleeping Lilies to ever return……….. My sanity? I am not placing blame that Iove you around your neck. I am hunted haunted by yesterday’s, and dreams that feel forgotten. I see the reflection of a candle’s light, upon the third floor window. There is a sign of life, knowing I’m here… Does it not reassure me or to leave unwanted, but in peace. My vest swells with both pain and desire for all the things that might have been, and continues on to have hope, that the light of the candle will welcome me in, and the connection once made healed and we can begin again. I wipe my eyes with the back of my gloved hand, I bend down at the foot of the door. I pray in magicKal tongues a whispered spell to take away this awful pain. I feel that i know the score but my heart wants you as much as I. I place a single rose. The perfect symbol of who I am. If the rose gets picked up, lovingly with a future my dreams and hopes are finally answered. Should it stay upon the frozen steps, and wither with negect…. The dreams are gone there is no moving on, embracing the eternal cold. I give to you A single rose… The beauty of my heart upon upon a stem, for you, I give myself I’ve given you my all, my honesty, heart and dreams. I look to the moon above for guidance, feeling lost, torn, and confused. And there it lies before the heavy crimson door, my gift of a single rose.
“What hath the night to do with sleep?” Honestly….. absolutely nothing The night invites the creative The magick The imagination It is when the veil is loosed between common and immortal…. Where Insanity becomes the the norm
A ragged moon seems to swoon kissing barren tree branches
Haunted
The air before Spring has a certain nip. Dark and unexpected as you wait for the coming warmth.
Catacombs and Rainbows fall with certain death while cemeteries, centuries old come to life doing the Charleston while a ragged moon seems to swoon kissing barren tree branches underneath already tired clouds, passing along in the darkened sky.
The bones. The bones of my hands exposed to the elements like a man with X- ray eyes. Who am I but the humble grounds keeper struggling to keep my candle’s light alive.
Circles drawn, sigils stained, painted with drops of stolen blood. The innocent smile, the specters almost giddy at what is about to transpire.
Pain, Lies, Wasted Dreams hung upon the giant cross of pine, to pay tribute to the martyr and the thief, an homage of the moments before the crumbling. Lightning strikes the heart of the pentacle, following the path etched in soil. Bright Flashes, Thunder wails … The flames inching it’s way to the oversized crucifix.
Things will be right, things will be in order, as the negative is engulfed with Truth. Hear my words, live, love, learn, do not hurt anything for sport, or ignorance.
Silence mocks lost souls, abandonment leads to the thought of endings. Conscience, unconcience…. Actions have consequences. Own yours and lovers be free.
There will be no need to cross the river Styx, or pay the reaper his dues. A simple Sorry is invaluable, opening communication and a chance to make things right goes farther than you can imagine…. Healing wounds Two for One, a restful peace can be the bridge of union, reunion. And the sky, opens up with a world of New possiblities.
Let positivity and hope, with answers to what’s inside rain down upon us and wash the confusion and uncertainty away
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 