That was my life….. Walking the streets of Hollywood at night because I had no where to go, it was better to be high moving on. Under the silver screen moon than stop for rest and end up on the sidewalk, even for a moment, admit defeat, homelessness, hopelessness better to move on, there wasContinue reading “Under The Silver Screen Moon”
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Eclipse of the Day
Eclipse del dia MísticoOráculoResidirDentro demi calavera Hogar de huesoy tuétanolengua coptade Thule marianotomo tuManoDebajoEl hierroCruz Negro solbrillaMagiaKy pérdida sangramosUn secretopacto Eclipse of the Day Mystical Oracle Reside Within my Skull Home of Bone and marrowCoptic languageOf Thule MarianI take yourHandBeneathThe IronCross Black SunshinesMagicK and loss We bleedA secret covenant MB93 🖤
A Mornings Gift
Morning arrivedThere wasSomething oddSomething strange Something…. Different he was nowAware of Nothing around himHad changed? But what was this? He traced with the tipOf his forefinger upon his lipsSomething foreignSomething newCurious? A smile! 🌛🌝🌜
Freya
How could I forget Time it’s moventThe ebb and flow of Mystic Mystical realitiesCircle and flow Over and UnderRecycling motion Kindred spiritual nuanceYour name Your essence Your magickal wonderShards of reflection Pierce the cobalt veilOf this consciousnessand dispensation at hand ForI am humbledI am honouredTo again be in the presenceOf such a guilded warrior DoContinue reading “Freya”
Even Vampyres Sleep
Distant echoes haunting Crimson through the nightWe are oneWe are strongWe are eternalBrilliantBeautifulWe feed upon the youthWe belong hereThe true bloodlines prevail In the wake of awarenessPulsing rapture feedsWe dance before the coming sunIn defiance we slip awayUnder ground we thriveAs they continue onIn their earthy delights MB93
Coming Vibrations
She stands in a house of open glory, with floral visceral extending gratitude, sentient beauty, grace of awareness… around a virtual gathering embracing all that transpires in waking spiritual magicKal knowledge. Here… then… forever more, a family of creation reaches a distant mount of New holiness without repression or descension, but rather in a trueContinue reading “Coming Vibrations”
Ice Cream Summer
Damage controlDeicide annihilationFever pitch humidityWe live by anarchistDesign Gasoline dreamsPropane thoughtsWailing screamsEchoingBehind the scenes Bonded by blood oathsYouth oblivious to fireAnd decay We are our identitiesReflections of societyIn it’s quirksome games Insanity and madnessPrerequisites of initiation You’ve scene this all beforeThese are the rules you createdAnd carry outAmong the masses MB932022©
The Coven
We are oneWe are AllWe willingWaiting forThe Call BeelzebubAsmodeusLuciferThe DevilBaalSatanMammonMardukNergal Shine thy lightHear our desiresOur Coven restsAt your fires HigherHigherBeyond this mortal realmStronger than bloodWe are compelled Through mystic ordersSecret ritesWe are the sistersThat belong to the night MB932022
Voye Pa Lafwa
Mourning leavesHung out to dryPouring rain Blanketing loose and Heavy sorrow Willows weep their lonely Afternoon songsWhile pools of fallen tearsGather into deluge fè lwanj poufè lwanj pouThe skies are so fullThe body count goesAs shadows grow Let there be a breakLet us burgeon to the sunLet wicked spells and cursesBind the wretched souls lostUponContinue reading “Voye Pa Lafwa”
MagicK
We are ALL MagicK Witches in our Own wayWhether natural Or practicedThe resultsBlackGreyWhiteAre the results of your intentionsYou manifestationsWhat you chooseTo ownAnd create93/93
Poem Echoes
A poemLike a Phantomrevealing itself from the pastclimbing through the veil into today’s consciousness Poem echos are reverberating within your skulllike a surprise on Easter morningWhen a knock at your door reveals Halloween trick or treaters Bags outlookin’ for candy as you invite children in costume into this realityas an unexpected yet welcomed surprise TheContinue reading “Poem Echoes”
Why All The Anger And Self Entitlement!?????
I’m generation ZYou cannot ignore MeI’m angry I am swamped in creditLiving in my mother’s basementFilled with Rage of what to SayI have So many opinionsAnd No solutionsThis is what’s wrong with the woldThat’s what’s wrong with the worldAnd I am being repressedNo one will hear my GIANT VoiceDemanding CommandingAs unoriginal as I Am It’sContinue reading “Why All The Anger And Self Entitlement!?????”
Nexus of Earth
Summer FallsTurning to the Nexus of NevermoreWrought with confusionLost in undefined moments Second guessSecond best Serial doubt Worn upon the browWithin the nest The celestial crown Of So many thoughts Going downDownDownDrown In a Quagmire ofAfter thoughts and releaseBold wind sailsFrom WestTo East Carrying BrimstoneSalt Mortar and Tar The sacrificial temple Built up on liesContinue reading “Nexus of Earth”
False Gods(Red Mirage)
Masked in silence Haunted shadows leerLanguidly waiting for aStolen moment Hanging with Baited breath from lintol Beams suspending Heirs of valiant foliage ofHellenistic proportions Gardens curtain doorways Humid breath wafting fromBeyond the entrance Specters Shadows Djinn Ascend wallsCrossing ceilings Zigzagging To and fro Back and forth High and low Succubus whispers Call to you CallingContinue reading “False Gods(Red Mirage)”
The Code Of Hammurabi
The Code Of Hammurabi They Omitted my nameTried to strip we of My powerMy InfluenceMy Touch of chaos Fear expressed asSilence by the King ofBabylon himselfWearing the shroud of ParaskevidekatriaphobiaAkkadian diorite steleCarved in EbonyUnearthed and ForeverDepicting in the oldest LawsThe eternal Sun God ShamashDictates the rules for Man I amthe unwantedThirteenth guestwith a kiss fromContinue reading “The Code Of Hammurabi”
2 B Royal Sexy
Electric SexyPurple ReignDeep knowingCosmic AwarenessBrilliance Radiating fromA Violet star Noble PassionWeakens kneesBreaking rocks With waves of Lust and DesireDancing NobilityChaos circles Leaps and boundsComplete and Total controlOver everyMuscle And NuanceThrough musicRoyaltyBorn of the crownMaster of motionMelody emotionIn the glass reflectionOf a television screenI have realized my dream MB93
Ceremony Girl
Here is a piece exclusively from Something Witchy This Way Comes, published by Deadmans Press Ink *available on Amazon, link for the Deluxe 2nd edition is featured below Casting the magick essence of Gaia, stoking the flames of eternal goddess, the delicate voice of ancient wisdom, shines in her eyes….. Within her ancient soul, liesContinue reading “Ceremony Girl”
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Poets
“Poets are ghostsWaiting to happen Lyrical specters That share wordsThat will live onLong after weHave ascended fromThis materialDispensation” MB93
Amethyst Dreams
She came to meLike rolling thunderUnderneath valerian skyWe opened up a portal toA rabbit hole akashic mindWormwood splintersEmerald mistsMy tongue languid I breathe your eyes Reclaim the gameInsane refrain Ritual hunters that Bare no blameI smile out loud asthe matchstick strikesSulfur fills the air of nightSugar spoonWaxing Gibbous MoonRosetta lips I call to youThe lunarContinue reading “Amethyst Dreams”
Prophecy
Too many Kings Following swingRum diary orgies inThe City of Sin Blasphemous heat wavesScorch the tired earthWhere hunters andGatherers met in Sacred circlesCallingUnifyingWith the Needs ofThe Land Centuries old evocationsCeremonial birth rites Performed by the fewRemaining ancestorsOf the ancient tribe Tudinu Heal ReclaimRenewEmpowerUnci Maka Shaman smokeEcho chantingsCircles drawn With feathers and Ash Fire, crossingDimensional divinationUponContinue reading “Prophecy”
Haven
This was an experiment of taking Two types of poetry writing and blending them into a single piece. Firstly the poem has to be 100 words (exactly). Secondly it’s called a “breathing poem” and the point of this exercise is not using punctuation, no commas, no periods. Your reading mind creates the breaks. I’ve NeverContinue reading “Haven”
The Last Howl
The last howlHas left my bonesNo hungerNo thirstNo vision of morrowThe rapture isn’t comingThis is here and now No ShangriLaNo NirvanaNo HeavenNo HellMaybe just the LawlessnessOf purgatory An eternity of timeTo reflectAnd beWithout decayJust seeAll of the wretchednessThat there has always beenWhat you wearAs both understanding And warmth You get it….It’s never been about KarmaOrContinue reading “The Last Howl”
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What Would Sylvia Plath Do
Embrace your weirdness.Above all else this is your true expression. Harboring harbingers steal knives in the night that mock the very lines of your jugular. There is no balance of peace and emotional irregularity. Blue vapours pass through lace and ivory, breeding within the very marrow of your bone. If you are as I, escapeContinue reading “What Would Sylvia Plath Do”
Irina Eclipse
With the eclipseLight and darknessEqualsBrother and sister danceHolding momentsBefore passingStarsMarsVenusScarsMeeting inUniversalIntervalsSpinningEach caughtIn the throwsOf gravitational pullDaughter of EternityIlluminated child ofShadowsShe breathesExistsWithin twoWorldsThe blackThe whiteThe knowledge ofEternityShe Is magnificentPulling tidesControlling mindsWith subtle motionMadness takes sanityThe forgotten goddessWorshipped by tribesBeyond the sunSacrifices madeIn her nameZiggurat of UrOlmec pyramidsCeremonial dancingBlood lettingCreatures of the nightThe balance of lifeAndDeathShe isContinue reading “Irina Eclipse”
Limitless Ghosts of Motion
She caught me unexpectedly with that particular look in her eyes. Watching, wary, knowing, expectant, transcendent, alluring, tempting, anxious, wanting, suspenseful, sexual, with come hither reality that oozed mystery pulling me forever closer to her. In less than a moment, I knew… I was to be helpless. I would be lost in whatever spell orContinue reading “Limitless Ghosts of Motion”
Writing 101 – The Universe is Within You
Poets and writers could and should pull from their past experiences to give honesty and depth to their pieces. I myself am not a poet, nor will I ever be. I am a vessel that transcribes words, phrases, occasional rhymes, in to pieces from ethereal promptings, muse, the universe, Monad?I let go of myself, andContinue reading “Writing 101 – The Universe is Within You”
Asherah
Mother Goddess Of IsraelWife of YahwehFertility GoddessMother of the IsraelitesWorshiped throughout time While Israel stood As a nationIn the homesImages of Her DivinityDecorated the housesThe TemplesAnd The Shrines Hosted withinTHE Temple of SolomonHer image Carved from WoodWomen wove Hangings for HerIN HONOUR And in forest grovesShe the heiressConsort to the God most highUntil…She wasn’t MonotheisticHebrew’sOfContinue reading “Asherah”
Lunar Pull
Transcending physical Spiritual matters drawnUpon the lunar tides abyssLuring procuring essencesRecurring obscuring shadowsOf the blood moon nightMagicKal practical heady windsDrawn up on the inner wisdomDesires beyond pagan reproachThe tides of crystalline oceansStretch and pull the undertowsSandy planes lay barren remorseAs naive children turn awayAnd lose themselves in the fireOf eternal remorse MB93
Poets-Rock Stars- and Holymen
Poets-Rock Stars- and Holymen Sending messages out into this vast beautiful worldas prophets, apostles, messengers. Voices echoed throughout the agessonnets and prose expose the underlying cause of human affliction to the masses upon the tongues of archetypes, angels, and the resurrected muse of ALL. Prophesy and tales of good versus evil carried on the windContinue reading “Poets-Rock Stars- and Holymen”
A Breath from the Universe. Monad. the Muse…..
Here is my bodyFill meI am they vesselI have slain egoProstate myself before YouDivine glory Hidden whispersSecret vowelsMagick fills my bowelsAnd I reap all thatYou have me Sow
Here’s Looking At You
Handsom
Handsome used to refer to women a lot in the earlier part of this century. Even the first usages of handsome towards a woman took me aback at first….I “think” that for me anyways….. (Though it may sound hypocritical) That using “beautiful” towards a male is an elevation of appreciation rather than talking about someone’sContinue reading “Handsom”
Yvonne De la Vega
I don’t have any wordsI’m silent cold in shadowAngels fall phoenix riseLife is a cruel muthafuckerVoices and brilliance echoesWhen it’s good… it’s Damn GOOD!I’ve written gospels in the sandOnly to be taken away painfullyBy the salty tongue of realityGoddesses are most beautifulWhen you hear them ROAR!!!!Tiny daggers find their way Through your veins… and intoYourContinue reading “Yvonne De la Vega”
Waking
MorningMorning laterMorningInto the afternoon Hungover skySulking through decadesOf sobriety The lens of visionBeholds the sunWith tired Heavy Eyes MB932022
St. Vincent
St. Vincent I see in your EyesYou might be smiling.For someLoveIs justAFour Letter word MB93@2022©
This is 2022
Everyone’s war starts somewhereIt can be within ourselvesIt can come at us from outsideThey can try to break us downThey can try to take us overThey can try to make us one of THEM In my blood, I share your bloodI remember my grandfather’sFurry hat and long jacketNow I see their bloodMy bloodOur blood WeContinue reading “This is 2022”
The Succubus Graveyard
Silent Weathered madnessInner TurmoilLeft for RotHermitessLying skeletal remainsBoning marrowSelf abuseSexual corruptionNaive to the truthOf Eternal darknessShaking ThunderViolent turbulenceGrief DeSire…Faux Goth…Licking the tongueOf … an AspCleopatra feignFire consumes anEmpty HeartlessSoul MB932022©
Point Zero
I’ve seen visions of squirming toads, I’ve seen THEM….. More than haunting, they were the gateway, the threshold to a vast dominion. The street was paved with them. Millions of dark amphibians. Crowded, lying on top of each other. Pulsating, in unison rhythm, under a cold Autumn moon….. Lizards clung together, forming tree’s trunks…. StandingContinue reading “Point Zero”
