My favourite poetess / writer, she has taken me to the deepest depths of life and fulfillment. Her words are magicK, her voice both excites and comforts me. And SHE has allowed me to empower myself and see that living is love and is better shared with a twin soul.
I value you, respect you, am inspired by you… I miss you. I am here for you in every way. I can not, will not ever give up or let go of you, as you are more important to me than mortals can comprehend. It has, and always be you… That I, hold dearest to my heart.
“Forget the angels as they sing for I want carry you on my wings, and take you to the highest heights, accompany me upon this flight, together underneath this light, I hold upon this dream so tight… White knuckled, cold sweat, I pray for the coming day”
“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 Raven BLACK 🖤🥀
“Para todos mis hermanos y hermanas góticos” Reprinting by Black RAVEN Soon~ 🌒🌕🌘 93/93
“Todos somos Brujos y Magos Tenemos las llaves del cosmos y las muchas dimensiones. Por ritos y diseño Somos los creadores desde donde se alinean las estrellas De voces antiguas nos regalaron el verdadero conocimiento de los recursos divinos y por intenciones Creamos y definimos nuestro universo desde muy adentro Nosotros mismos”
“For All of my Goth Brothers and Sisters” Reprinting by Black RAVEN Soon~
We are all Witches and Magicians We hold the keys to cosmos and the many dimensions. By rites and design We are the creators from which the stars align From ancient voices we were gifted true knowledge from divine resources and through intentions We create and define our universe from deep within Ourselves”
Quenching both thirst and desire In a single carnivorous swallow
Born Again
Rise up from the ashes Phoenix fire Kindred spirits burn Laughing down The buried ground Six feet under Lost and Found Dream on believer Dream on Feel the full weight Of the brick in your mouth Protection, detection Tied to a bell dead ringer Of the night breed Stumbling along The graveyard shift A few good pints Crimson mixed with rye Drunken splendor Has taken a life And buried it here With no remorse It is feeding time Time to waltz Time to rise from deaths Heavy handed grip on me As I am welcomed Beyond reproach To this coven of Vampyre And mystical reigns It was a blur, but to begin again Quenching both thirst and desire In a single carnivorous swallow Who am I to rise and see All the things eternally I am the shadow That longingly called your name Losing myself in as a gentleman Now redefined as a rogue A vigilante cleaning streets And dark alleyways of hunters Unlike myself, because they kill For Lust, and I to feed And I bring justice in the night The night, the night now my home And I introduce myself to you As Raven Raven BLACK
We are true explorers, hedonists with artistic nuance.
Dreamers Dream
Dreamers dream, and castles form in imaginary white plumes deep in cobalt skies. It is here my Love, that I wish Nothing more than to spend this day and all others with you!
Where? It does not matter. The volcanic rich soil of Hawaii, the peak of Red Urulu in Australia where the Aboriginies speak to the Star People, to the cobblestone sidewalks shopping in old Salem, Massachusetts…
Yes I would go home for you, with you and bare the freezing rain and black salt satined snowdrifts…
The clear ocean waters of Tahiti calls us… Let’s redefine what spiritual means on the peaks of Mount Kailash!!!!!! Let’s Make Love watching Horror movies, eating cold pizza on OUR living room floor!
Nothing is too simple or too impossible. I’ve swallowed the void and been filled with the wonders of life. Snapshot glimpses of manifestation, creating great abundance of happiness and fulfilled dreams within this city of celluloid lights.
We are true explorers, hedonists with artistic nuance. Writers endowed with erotic flair. Supernatural wonders dance from our fingertips and volleyball brilliance back and for to each other in crackling neon delight.
We have always been MORE You are indeed my other half. You are my oasis within this temporal existance that I have waited for my whole life … This is the promise that I hold dear to my heart… As it pounds pounds pounds like thunder beneath this cage of fragile bone…
MB93 2023 SMIB 93/93
Review by Anushna Biswas:
Fascinating..what a wondrous way to define love from both primeval, feral as well as aesthetic and artistic way..loved it. Thanks for sharing dear Matthew ❤️
Wild heart Untamed smile Raven hair Her allure Intoxicating
Black Raven’s feathers Glisten beneath the moonlight Thump Thump Thump Pagan drums fill the air Caught in an instant That could Not That Would Not Ever be forgotten For the world became Alive
Piercing eyes Penetrate the veil The tip of midnight beak Points in the direction of Tomorrow
The soaring of Raven soul Touches the wing of love The sky burns with desire Ash falls soft angelic embrace Mirrored together echoing In rhythmic shadows Back and forth Back and forth
The longing and home The Raven’s Heart shines Belonging to her Forevermore Now As It Always has
Morning sun Radiant ambience Cool thin air Is brisk Upon your lips A sigh A welcomed morning To begin this day As you Prepare For The celebration Of Life! Own IT!
93/93 Jack Parson’s Scarlet Women #OTO #Thelema #Crowley #Cameron
Scarlet dreams beneath venetian blinds a warm breeze comes through the bedroom window, waltzing across linen sheets. Velvet skin and limbs, tied together in knots making promises, with their eyes that forever could not deny.
Nocturnal wilderness, harbors magick and butterflies, bonfires stoke the pyre of fleeting glimpses. The wind echoes cold death as liars and laughing gnombs pierce the heart of love and faith, and leave the once beautiful and melancholy dream to fade into the ghosts of sand and pain.
I love you
He whispered One last time, as the mystery and silence grew into eternity. His hollow shell of his former self, trying to gasp for air for one final breath.
Where are you
Why have you forsaken me Was I not the man I was meant to be…
His head lowered Fitting for the gallows His body numb and void of answers
To be or not to be…… Does it really fucking matter.
He felt the pains of betrayal The frozen grip of being ghosted by the one he more than loved.
The insanity of it all He bound himself to his word Still afflicted with undying love This fever of loss endures just the same.
All would be fixed, in a moment of resolve, if he could hear her voice know she was safe, feel her smile, reassure him that she wasn’t lost, just making her way through the darkness.
He felt lost He felt like a fool Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. This loneliness, this void he created, to make room in his life for her and her alone.
He… Believed in HER. Promised HER the world. Suicidal shadows crept along the Californian streets, where he was building a home, nesting for her arrival.
The sun glared in his eyes as he felt their dreams would never be realized. Empty Heart, Empty Soul, Empty Life… That was once So promising.
He may have swallowed something other than his pride, resting his head down upon the ground, and waited… just waiting just…waiting
Not knowing what happened Had he done something wrong Could he have changed anything or was this his lot in life.. another Brick in the wall…
Only
She knew
Only
She had the answers
The answers that would probably Never Never … Arrive
I’m Dancing, and there is no sound. I dream my shadow, is you against the wall. We don’t age, we are eternal in this luminous brilliance of pain and existance. We are Vampyre. *(Video)* ❣️🦇🍷 🐈⬛🥀🌙
I dream my shadow, is you against the wall
There are some stories that are too long and painful to put to script. We make attempts, change names, paint brave faces, we most of all pretend that, it didn’t … errrr… Doesn’t hurt.
Captured in this video here, is a man filled with joy, desire, love, a beautiful future. In this moment a infectious 80s pop song plays, and he can’t help but to be whisked away into what he thinks would one-day be….his future, his shared future, yes… Filled with Love and inspiration.
He sees this video now as something quite different. The music the mood, the memories are different… Now, no longer dancing with hope, he sees himself dancing as a fool. It’s not a out “belief” anymore, it’s a out Knowing! Phantoms of the past still haunt you and yes…. Ghosts are Real, whether they be specters or actions… either way, they are All too real…..
OUIJA BOARD, OUIJA BOARD, can you work for me. I Need to talk to that girl that I … Indeed loved.
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
In the darkness we thrive beneathe the moon we come to life we are born before the sun winter’s child has just begun cemetery gates open wide the raven soars the end is nigh candles blown in the wind the vampyre coven secret sin
Morning sun Breathing fresh Innocent newborn air My heart is filled rapture Love falling from cumulous sky Feeding me like mana I am whole, but more With you Knowing that life Is understanding weather cycles Prepared for daily changes Being centered in the Now Putting faith in All…. Keeping the one you love Safe from torrid storms A gentle wind carries who I am To the beating of your heart Three ravens circle over head Releasing blessings for us from neath their obsidian wings soaring in the elysian fields. Matty💕
We died that night Becoming gods from mortals I trusted you, I gave my heart It was cut from me With a switchblade knife
Ouroboros tail to mouth The Silver moon shines eternal Candles burn in the loft That We we’re supposed to share
“I love you” painted on the wall My blood not yet dried I feel the pain of tomorrowsu Tomorrows that were NEVER Meant to be today’s….
I’m no Phoenix, I Am Raven now I rise from the dead just the same My gift to you, was all I had I gave blindly to you and I burn
I am clandestine shadows from all Walking on glass over tightrope I see through you with X-ray specs My pain I try to keep silent I have no vision, no voice, I’m lost
You know that I love you I have never held back my desire I am honest, with nothing concealed I felt like we were reaching higher The prespitice of affections you and I
Some recognize me from what I was I don’t know if I’ll be here tomorrow Feelings I never knew consumed me I was engulfed in a funeral pyre Real love is forever…
This message I bleed, out every pore Premature ejaculation from my veins Stigmata, walking on water, for you Look over head, the black bird flies In honour, fear, in the name of love
I want to touch you, be in the stars Start our new beginning we deserve There is nothing in the world That I would not sacrifice for you I never knew, life could feel this way Trying to learn the cosmic balance How much to give openly of me How much of me kept from the Wall
We are the same, and we know that We’ve known this before day one My Superpower, my kryptonite You are my strength and weakness
I felt the lips of the ancient gods And received their blessings to be It’s up to you, I’m just a clown A beautiful clown you said was yours I stand before you, open armed Lay on the floor prostrate, vulnerable
There is nothing in the world That I wouldn’t do for you Capturing the sun and the moon This is true Love Don’t run away from us
This is Our chance for New Life I am nesting preparing the way I miss you more more than you know
I love you, I adore you am I selfish For wanting more, I love you, I adore you am I selfish for wanting more, I want you to feel the same feel the same as me.
Have you settled on alone, simply a martyr… the world was designed for the fire of two. Born into magick, raised in butterflies, nocturnal wild things, with necromancer tongues.
I think I, can feel my self slipping away, lost into the night. Am I alone believing these dreams or is there a breath of hope. The goddess card pulled, the yin to the yang, sexual and spiritual magick skills, we were equals in every way. Like a faithful dog I wait for you, for you, and you alone.
You have had me from before the start… until you signal for me to leave and it’s over. One last spin around the bright silver moon, and into the sea I descend.
Crisscrossing across America to the land of Gold and Dreams
Jude
Said “Hey Man, Don’t be Blue”
There is another side of the rainbow yet to be explored.
You knew inside, that it was more but your silence and misconduct would be the downfall and more.
You pulled the velvet curtain from underneath Persephone’s feet, causing panic anxiety and wearing the ring of unloved loved folly.
Hey Jude, I heard the news, you weren’t Bonnie and Clyde, but took what you thought was Bonnie’s ride. Crisscrossing across America to the land of Gold and Dreams. You never stopped to wonder if everything was as it seemed.
Alone inside of yourself, you were Dizzy inside, filling your soul with alcohol to make the pain and hurt go blind. You tried to be beautiful, you cost Persephone’s trust and you lied. Stealing a mint and leaving a trail of dust you were bound to shatter more than dreams.
The waves crash inland, there was an Arctic chill in the air. Days turned into months and months into years. Years turned into decades… And Alone Persephone forged along a Mother with pen in hand.
“Don’t Fire! til you see the whites of their eyes” But It was too late to react for they wore blinders of ignorance and wet lettuce as shields
“Poetry written is for the self, to make one happy, sad or satisfied… Some, the hungry, say it even feeds their egos. Damn the fools that make up the public. The collectors of words and bringers of prosperity. The writer is what matters. Staying true to their own words and sacrifice, to remain cozy with nouns, verbs, adjectives, along with adverbs of their own creaction. Word salads are designed to whet the writer’s appetite. There, wrapped up all cozy in the privacy of their prose, content to be happy all alone. Not wanting or willing to reach next level of success, there where the air runs thin yet abundant. The poet that calls themselves poet, if they were to reach these sheer altitudes, could they have the fortitude to survive by design?” Anderson Forthwight
Each step he took was another looping bit of confusion
No Pressure
It usually didn’t rain in southern California, but when it did the arid infrastructure wasn’t designed to hold even the smallest amount of seasonal rain at all.
Great muddy puddles of yesterday’s would stretch from the center of the street all the way through to the depths of broken sidewalks of tomorrow’s.
Each step he took was another looping bit of confusion, a special dirty cocktail mix of worry, panic, and anxiety. Pickled onions marinated his greatest hits fears looming over him.
He was scared of a sickness that’s condition hadn’t been revealed yet, with a head muted with silence, and worst of all, the possibility that his dreams of a realization and MagicKal bliss were crumbling down, without a sound unheard behind him.
He felt as awkward as he did stupid. He felt as stupid as he did lost. Whispers of the goddess angel reminded him not to worry, he would be alright once he felt that special sensation of being grounded again, and he knew what that would entail.
He’s been through hell and back, never realizing that his life was building up to these very moments. He knew he just had to move on, move on and trust, trust that everything would be more than divine. He was on a journey to meet his better half, two peas in a pod that shared each other’s mind and desires.
Amidst the chaos of his mind he wrestled with the notions of not being present enough with his caring and reassurances for her, because he needed to know she knew that he would indeed always be there for her.
Contrasting this with his actions of overstating his boundless feelings of longing, comfort, and desire, leaving message after message, posting after posting, growing so scared he’d that he had already driven his beautiful butterfly away.
It was undeniable, there was an inherent connection when the two met, that combined with the mysterious magnetic pull which undeniably led to the key to his eternal happiness.
No Pressure No Pressure
He tried to rest assured himself. That was the same advice he had given to her to ease her feelings of possible insecurity.
It was just going on past Fourththirty and he was more than ready to call it a day. Reognizing and recategorizing the studies vast and ancient book collection was more than a little tedious to say the least. He grabbed his car keys and his jacket and started to make his way out the brass and glass double doors just ahead of him when his jacket caught an old India inkwell, dragged it across the main showroom table and be watched it in slow motion empty itself over the simple white carpet. Bad Boy! Bad Boy! Now look.what you’ve gone and done. Bad boy! Bad Boy! Now clean those chalk erasers, here, let me bend over so you can smack them on my tight firm Ass you dirty little Fuck Toy ….. Bam..,. Bammm….Bammmmm Clouds of thick white dust fill the air… Bammmmmmmmm And she bit down both on her lower lip and finger. He pushed her off his lap, and she knowing moved before him, faced him directly from the front, her slightly red moist eyes behind the protective lenses, and he slid towards her still in a sitting position, and she reached up to his belt and zipper, feverishly undoing his buckle, pulling his trousers to his knees as she grabbed his Great COCK in one hand and massaged his oversized ballsack in the other… He felt so good, so warm so hot, to her that all she could think about was tasting his forbidden fruit….. “Cum bite the apple” And with a wicked grin, she smiled with those eyes…..
With the eclipse Light and darkness Equals Brother and sister dance Holding moments Before passing Stars Mars Venus Scars Meeting in Universal Intervals Spinning Each caught In the throws Of gravitational pull Daughter of Eternity Illuminated child of Shadows She breathes Exists Within two Worlds The black The white The knowledge of Eternity She
Is magnificent Pulling tides Controlling minds With subtle motion Madness takes sanity The forgotten goddess Worshipped by tribes Beyond the sun Sacrifices made In her name Ziggurat of Ur Olmec pyramids Ceremonial dancing Blood letting Creatures of the night The balance of life And Death She is the princess The queen Between worlds She Is Irina The goddess Of Duality Life Blood And Moon
You are the goddess of beauty I am the ugly beast of burden
Beauty and the Goat
Bend and swoon Underneath a Harvest moon You are the goddess of beauty I am the ugly beast of burden I will always love you in the ways That cannot be perceived by men. I will follow you as Persephone into dark harshness if the underworld. Grab me by the horns, and do what thou wilt to me. I am yours in every sense of the word. Talk me, let me hold you, protect you, be the vision of Cane. What lies before you prostate is no mear beast, but a former lover of centuries past. Hold me, guide me to the land of light and promise… It is here under the Hollywood sign, that we first made love… We are yin, we are yang, we are one we are.. what humans dreams are made up of. Now … My goddess, take me underneath the Harvest Moon. 93/93
MB93 LL🖤🥀🔮 You are my better half …. #mb93 #magick #theGoat #persephone #yinyang #goddess
Reflections mirror pain and loneliness that can only be captured by a million maybe tomorrows.
Moments
Moments tumble, fumble, through the darkness into an empty haze. Poor satellite images signal through, the black and the white film Noir chic alabaster skin.
Reflections mirror pain and loneliness that can only be captured by a million maybe tomorrows.
This wasn’t the Deal. It wasn’t in the cards. The echoes of broken promises that leave their mark etched and burned as yet another warning to others.
Can he heal?
Mr. Fly by Night is down for the count. Can he ever feel, safe again, brave again sane enough to let his fragile guard down again.
The control tower fizzles electric dialogue, tries to reach him, answering a long outstanding S.O.S.
“Get down fella, keep your nose to The pavement. You got sumthin’ to Say… You better save it”
The shiny barrel of a Colt 44, catches a glint of moonlight.
Menacing and calculated, spread eagle on the concrete air-strip that lifts off to anywhere-ville, he foresees hair, scalp, blood and brain matter painted red flesh over yellow lane dividers.
Ripcord PoP! Echo through the British Majestatis Province. In a world of black and gold, so much white. A thief to liars trial by fire, to give and give and never get.
The sound of muted thunder hits the ground like whet cement. Guilty of yearning, pagnes of repression amongst the depression, all crapped out on the whole ball of wax, reading between the sidelines, going head blind… on last breath, one last thought all for naught…
Just how could he, laying in a pool of ever growing flowing blood, only feel the pain left behind from simply … a broken heart.
But the luckiest guy in the world still scratching his head He loses himself In thoughts of “What did I do to deserve Her?”
He… was still a child at heart He believed in Camelot, MagicK and fairy tales, even green men that lived on the moon.
He looked for messages that the universe would leave Him! Secret encryptions only god himself could share.
Before he knew what had just transpired, there was an electric current that cracked through the air. Something had happened in that briefest of moments something that would change His life, and he, would never be the same
Again
He grew up in silence, hearing whispered tales of Aphrodite, her formidable beauty, her lethal charms. While the people of the ancient world both loved and feared her, they erected temples in honour of all that she was.
He remembered crossing the familiar tundra almost curbside, that went on for acres speckled only with the tiniest of elm trees, for a hot chocolate and an ice cream, no…. He never considered himself “not” weird or an outcast. These wore the titles that he, himself embraced as badges, and on worse days, armour even.
It was going on three o’clock in the afternoon, and it seemed that the sun was already retiring from the day’s non adventure. Diane came up to him smiling wide per usual with about four coats of lipstick too much for her complexion.
She was good people though, genuine, a proud reflection of what America pretends it once was. The sparkle in her eyes, her friendly demeanor, everything about her was legit, she didn’t put on no show to get some floozy two dollar tip. (Though it could be argued that them top two buttons on her blouse could be leading one to temptation, but to be honest, it was the best she could do to contain herself within the garment itself).
The publishers have said that immature posts, false claims and name calling only damages the reputation of the said “poet” or “small press” aka KDP Amazon
Now!!!! Written with truth and purpose these negative statements can harmlessly be shown light upon rather than celebrating their caustic and toxic lies and slander.
While written with taste, truth, and Will tighten the screws so delicately.
The reader will know the truth through the story
And Ebenezer Dopey will truly be revealed for the bafoon he is at the end of the tale!
As winged monkeys descend upon his urine soaked grave, paid for all the souls that had their press in His anthologies, He charged them for… .
See….
It writes itself!
Truth Hidden in allegory is the Best learning technique… It is accessible to simpler minds!
Why do you think the Bible is So popular!
They like the words! They don’t practice what it preaches!!!!
It didn’t matter who he was anymore. A silent matchstick just hoping to catch the last breath of flame to reignite , something before everything else around him died.
There was nothing conventiental in his thoughts or actions. He used to believe in “The Great Hope”. He used to believe in brilliant tomorrows, in change and of course the most elusive of them all, Love.
It was some 10:30 am, not exactly early, not exactly late by L.A. standards…. But definitely the perfect time to start his day off with 25¢ depth chargers and kamikazes. “Ain’t Nuthin’ like the spoils of rot guy for breakfast to start you on your day….. “
Today had started out actually promising for once, he allowed himself a glimmer of happiness to enter and invade his life… had he been foolish once once again? Or was there some freak technical obstruction that kept HER silent away from all that he had been working towards, for THEM.
Feeling was the manifestation of pain and total black out of communication was a slippery slope, one that he tried to guide himself through. . His stupid illness placed the blame fully on himself, and the echoing words of “I told you so, I knew that you would get hurt”, never trailed far behind his understanding of what might have beens.
He knew he was not perfect, to mushy on the vulnerable side with a confidence that had been chewed up and spit out by some Ninja Bullet…. Because he needed to believe, In Her.
He felt his remains…. Dwindling away, without purpose when just just so recently , he declared joy and happiness that out weighed any of those alive, in the presence of today. He Knew Beauty, He Knew Happiness, He knew Joy and Hope and for the first time in his 50+ years, things had finally made sense, and for some reason, it felt like the shiney red carpet was being pulled from beneath his feet causing him to fall and lose everything in mere moments ….because it was HE surely it was some silly way of trying to sabotage himself for not deserving … Her
“My inner voice that likes me so thrives telling me how stupid I am for thinking I’m worthy of Love…it just found a way to get in tonight…and I typed going as in going to feel better tomorrow..not as in going, going.”……….
Are you? …. going, going…….?
Is this the reason why? I have not heard from you in 24 hours?
Truly, I have never felt this confusion or pain…. On the day with the biggest surprises that surely would have been bliss….. And I still try to maintain hope… But as the Capricorn feels so does the Aquarian…. For we are one in the same …..
Suffering and genius go hand in hand married to brilliance
Art Deco thoughts meander down Champagne dreams lost among the poets and sculptors
Madness breeds and thrives within alcohol and jealous veins insane
Icons of youth and success—enfants terribles of the Jazz Age She raged/ liquored up spinning OUT/ the archetype flapper birthing the fire flash paper generation
There was only a little darkness left, as the morning slowly started to raise her tired eyes, and there was nothing I wanted more in the world than to join her, as she brings me a comfort that I’ve never experienced before, nor realized I desired so badly.
It was somewhere between these thoughts that he recognized this longing to share. Share all that he had, all that he was, and embrace morning for all her inspiration and glory.
He was in deep and he knew it, and what’s more, he wouldn’t have it any other way. He could count on one hand the amount of times he was truly happy, and it seems that all those silly fingers on that hand belonged to her.
It was growing actually cold outside, well for California anyway. He felt the need to put socks on and felt a bit more than ridiculous when thinking about the weather conditions of the rest of the country.
In his head he could hear heralding angels, and he wanted nothing more than to be officially united with the “one” that he indeed loved. There was so much that he wanted to share and experience with her, he had indeed wholeheartedly given her the key to his heart. There was nothing more that he wanted than for her to use it and come to him through the dusty door.
You are something special, something sacred, I wish that I could be More, for you. He hated moments of silence, and he knew why too. In these moments he was left alone with his thoughts and for some reason insecurities he never felt otherwise. The silence fed upon him and his vulnerability like white wolves in a black forest, going straight for his jugular vein. He was basically totally defenseless from himself!
Where was the morning? Where was the warmth? Did he drive her away with his withering mind, that had become so susceptible to creating negative reactions? Will she rise and bring the noon? Warm his heart and comfort his soul? Was all of this too much pressure to pass on? Was This sharing of himself too much?
It’s too late to go to bed, it’s early to be awake so he found himself, alone with these haunted thoughts, pacing back and forth, back and forth through purgatory itself.
All he wanted, right here, right now, was to truly feel safe and be comforted by morning’s soft embrace.
Lost In miserable darkness Running Away Looking for Death Looking for Love You’re fading away You’re fading away Standing alone Joining the trees Joining the trees You are One You are One You have found Home
These … were lonely nights Lonely nights filled nothingness Nothingness filled his undead life His undead life filled with a sunless sky Les Fleurs du Mal hung on the wall The pained cry of of the harmon mute Brings cold tears drops from chandelier A silent reign of blood forsaken abode This empty hunger grows and it grows Memoirs decaying fleeting bring despair His former self a shadow of distant hope Ancient lusts cum on the tip of Lilith’s tongue while indulging her desires within He blows slowly, gently calling on muse The hollow framework of his regal mind Denied all the humanity of what could be Requiem echoes and fades with each note as the Wolfgang tradition continues The drained soul, empty heart once bled Sadness oozes from Gothic ambience Surrounding the pagne within his eyes Melody, Melody, the symphony of death Is to familiar a song for the vampyre
1) it is Not you Job!!! To put a Smile on everyone You are Not alone feeling that either! I was Just explaining that to a very Special someone JUST Today! Making others happy, is idealistically Great! But, No one refills the coffers, gives Back what you give, and I understand that is not the Driving “purpose” … But I do know, you can Not drive a car that has Run out of gas! And there are too many of them, they WILL consume you, if you were to make each and every single one happy or smile, there is No Room for you!!!! You understand? No Room I’m Your Life FOR YOU! 2) WHO …. broke you You must understand exactly Who, How they broke you you, and in what way they broke you!!!! 3) understanding 1& 2 you can begin 3!!!!! Healing
4) be honest What do you want What are your goals Visualize HOW to achieve them How to climb this Ladder…. 5) Understand, No Matter What!!!! You Are Worth IT! GIVE Yourself the self Love that You Need! Who else can you count on? Your Worth It!!! You Deserve IT! 6) EXAMINE the wounds What are the wounds? Are they as Serious as you feel they Are? Or Are you Stuck, in pain, staring at them … In Shock Not Able to Do anything about them, due to the Shock, so you hyper focus bOn the wounds giving them More power than they truly Have ! (This happens in panic and anxiety attacks so I know the struggle)
Take Away the Power of the Wounds You Are Stronger than the Wounds You were created that way It Is JUST FACT YOU ARE NOT DEFINED by You Wounds 7) Eliminate All of those stressers, contributor’s…. Anything that is Not for you is against you! Streamline your life!!!! 8- Do IT!!!! ACT on it Set Your life in Motion Do Not Allow Any Excuses Or Maybes…. Do it Achieve your Goals, Dreams, Desires!!!!!
As a Celestial Being… This is YOUR Reality (No One Else’s) Your Movie! Write It … Make a Fucking Great Ending .. You WINING!!!!!!
YOU Got THIS… And … I got your Back as Well … This Is your Life Your Movie… But… Your not Alone !
The hazel autumn whispers Brought tears to my eyes Brought tears to my eyes I have never been touch before No never like this No Never like this Wild Raven hair reaches for me I surrender myself I surrender myself If wind had a name would it come down the Lane I put her to my lips I put her to my lips Swept up in her MagicK I walk through the fire Because I believe Because I believe And she’s radiant I want to SCREAM to the World!!! She is magnificent A boy meets a girl When smile because the breeze It brings joy to my heart I’ll never let go I’ll never let go Around a fire she dances Reflecting romances Of lives that have Come together as one Laughing and playing The song of the wind saying She’s the magick that you’ve Longed for All along
The things you will see the harshest of truths Comes changing like seasons We’re once red, white, and blue The boldness, division The country doth quake Taken to sides There is no mistake With a loud roaring thunder The people should rise Like a tremendous Tsunami Preparing to die Take back the freedoms Set cannons a fire We must come together With United desire
Symbol of the ancients Deep Egyptian magicK Protection Health Restoration Before the time Of Atlantis
The tales before Egyptian lore Horus lost his eye to Seth Then the eye was recovered By Hathors’ mystical process Alchemy, making whole and healing from within The symbol of Horus’ Eye Believers use in amulets.
It seems as though I’m Not as strong as I thought I once had been
The boy in the blue jeans That falls from an oak tree Struggles to maintain his Breath
Had climbed Higher and Higher To dizzying heights how beautiful The world had seemed to him
Grasping at ravens with love in his eyes Then a snap of a branch Gave wayyyyyyyy
His tumbled Downward Downward Downward Downward Until he Crashed to the Earth Enveloped in pain
“I’m Not made for love” “I’m Not made for beauty” “I’m not made for walks In the rain”
“I never thought I would Feel This pain as my reflection Disappeared into the haze”
It seems as though I’m Not as strong as I thought I once had been
The universe, the vacuum, oxygen And Light, my source of MagicK Dispelled without a trace My Unicorn free, out in the range As it should be, not tethered or shackeled by my longing
Mirror Mirror On the Wall Must it hurt To Take such a Great Fall
I remember basking In the New Glory Feeling the warmth Of the Sun As I prepared Our house For Tomorrows
An empty Nest Fills my heart With whispers Of Never beens
It seems as though I’m Not as strong as I thought I once had been
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 