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The Arcane

Seeping through every pore of our bodies
Through every aspect of nature's bearings
Runs a certain energy that we have come to know

Some call it conspiracy, some call it witchcraft
That only those with lunacy can truly feel it
What we have come to term with the word "magic"

Whether in a crystal that took millions of years to form and shape
A flower that just blossomed in the spring
Or water falling from up above in the chaos of the sky

The question is, are you one of the ones who can feel it?
Radiating so intensely you can almost see it
Creating feelings of tranquility, protection, and more

Through study and observation, one can master this magic
And turn the simplistic, into the complex
Make one emotion, a full on experience instead

In the world I wish to create, this force rules all
We tame the calamity, and forge it into paradise
Waves crashing upon shores, becoming rain, becoming more

And one day I will have it fully mastered
Bent to the will of the alchemist
So that even the idea of negativity itself may have a cure

We the Arcane

We, the Arcane, plod along,
Our faith keeps us strong,
If folk listen to us,
There'd be Peace, no fuss,
Far better than a bomb,
Prayers unite with aplomb,
Peace now! Damn right!
No need to get uptight,
Cost annihilation,
Faith leads liberation,
our faith keeps us strong,
Humans, plodding along...

A Fire Arcane

A violet blaze, a whispered plea,
From ancient depths, a fire set free.
Purple flames dance, a spectral sight,
Where shadows writhe in ethereal light.

No heat it holds, no scorching sting,
But secrets deep, its embers sing.
A language lost, a forgotten rhyme,
Of magic born in the mists of time.

Whispers of power, ancient and bold,
In swirling smoke, stories unfold.
Of forgotten gods and realms unseen,
Where secrets dwell, forever keen.

The purple fire, a beacon bright,
Guiding lost souls through the darkest night.
A siren’s call, a beckoning hand,
To realms unknown, a mystical land.

But touch it not, for its power lies,
In the whispers of magic, in the secrets it hides.
A fire arcane, a mystical flame,
Purple and potent, forever the same.

The Arcane Skill

The resolute mind indomitable,
the feisty surfer on the waves of life 
of curled crests with strewn fractured moon
and dark troughs of sunken stars,
recedes with the ebb of time, 
looks out for the shore of the past.

The rolling sands etch seaward footprints,
contoured as the crumbling pattern of decay.
Time arrow finds the destined course 
to the topography beyond the shore,
away from the eroded wilderness abandoned
where emptiness absorbs the hues of hope.

In the weed-webbed terrain deep within
piles up the wreckage of life unlived,
turning the flushing garden to wasteland.
The corridor paved outside its delicate fence,
waits to be walked spellbound
to the sanguine meadow of tomorrow.

The innovative memory invents 
the arcane skill of alchemy,
glistens gold in the rusted crust of ruins. 
Marigold blooms in the junkyard 
on the scrap stack of desolate being, 
with the touch of the Midas mind.

Explanation

Mangled words and arcane diction,
Are in fact my fiction,
Artifacts: predilections, for attention and prediction.

Arcane

arcane orange light
shining through winter woods....
just beyond
             daybreak     

Written: December 01, 2022

Monuments and the Arcane

There is a wall,
an imaginary one,
that skirts a boundary
where beyond,
a kind of madness waits,
an hallucinatory place
at the end of the mind.

Inside the wall is where
sense makes monuments
of order, where precision
prevails over chaos and life
is lived in rows gated
from the uncertanties
that swirl just outside.

What lies beyond
is raw and fluoresces 
with a freedom
torn from the absolute,
calls into existence a poem,
the visions of a prophet, 
nonsense, and the arcane
chatter left over after
the dissolution of whoever
it was that lived there
inside your head.

Arcane Factories Vi

The icon fly's high watches all 
in absolute absence disdain. 
In the shadow of the Acadian machinery
Man's industry belches black smoke.
into a polluted bruised sky.
Gears turn in arcane factories 
faces of white skeletal things wither 
watch absent heavens, staggering
Along the windswept sea stretching to infinity
broken bones of unimaginable Tyranny 
I see all as it once was in the mind's eye
bleak landscapes of industry burn
spires reaching to torch heaven,
to touch the face of a forgotten god
Oblong boxes burn like tombstones in a cemetery
The orb of moons silver light trace
Black sandy beaches
Oily bruised waves crest
I stand and scan the horizon 
a dark sea deep a lighthouse flares
I note how the waste blinds me
I feel the bitter ice of industry 
cut in my broken soul
I can only fight to weaken from this nightmare...

Arcane Factories Iv

Lone machines hum and sway, 
back and forth to the rhythm and rage. 
Optics lens reflect refract and collect 
the thunderheads of blood-soaked clouds, 
build violent, violet lighting shimmers, 
capers, flickers, and fades. 
Lancing, dancing striking into a sick parade
Of the damned the beaten and lost march
in time to the metronome
as the eye of creation watches 
from afar its sliver light 
graces all in its cold embrace...
these white things, gaunt emaciated
Wispy figures in the gloom 
damaged and damned doomed to 
toil in the Arcane Factories  
of nightmare and holocaust.

Arcane Factories Iii

Hear the horrific ape scream
along the seam of nightmares.
Something waits, gestates
dreams blackened, brutal.
Brittle things skitter, scurry, scamper away,
eyes of entities, deities wail.
Intellectual ape stares into the void, 
things better left unknown 
unloved never shown. 
Along a beautiful barren land of cars, 
bars and neon parking-lots
fester into desolate nights 
heated from the Aftermath.

Arcane Factories Ii

This land of entitlement, 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping, clutching, scraping the infernal sky.
arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunt like houses of Man 
burning, cursing the American wasteland.
Napalm fields, 
embers of pyres that rage, 
race across 
This holocaustic ape.

Arcane Factories V

Towering 
factories, 
arcane, 
silhouetted against
a violet dark sky
bruised lead-gray 
clouds tumble.
heavens heavy in 
thunder and lightning 
turn in arcane patterns
of oblique, obsolete 
across facades of machinery.
lightning arcs, carving 
ruins in the angry sky.
ravens fly, high, black specters...
shadows dance in the dark 
engines spark, whirr, burn, 
hiss and steam.
lights of a necropolis 
flare on horizons seams
towers of crimson, echos
scream, nightmares of industry. 
bastions of empire
razor spires climb, high.
of bone
in ancient stone
something secret opens 
alone 
factories of arcane divinities.
dark eyes shown
righteous rights echo
hand carve ruins 
in ash upon stone
smoke of infernos 
billows into velvet skies 
these dark minions roam, 
into the unknown,
pluses of infinite power 
dark towers, 
arcane factories 
reaching 
silhouetted 
against 
violet black sky’s

Arcane Factories I

Arcane Factories
Along the windswept wasteland
broken bones of humanity unimaginable 
a Tyranny in the mind's eye
bleak landscapes of industry churn
spires reaching to torch heaven,
huge towers of jaded glass,
soaring to the zenith 
breaking fire of crimson waves
pouring down 
to hells foundations.

Arcane Knowledge

i map her seasons breast belly winter and thigh as arcane knowledge

Arcane Quadrants

East Beast At Ease, 
East Beast Freed, 
Formulas Of Evil Seed, 
Benevolent And Malevolent Deed. 
South Shadows Rise, 
Rise Shadows South, 
Barren Forms Of Drought, 
Like A Brutal Punch To The Mouth.
 West Moon Demon, 
Demon Moon West, 
The Heathen Shall Soon Rest, 
Or Again Be Put To The Test. 
North Drive Forth The Seven, 
The Seven, The North, The Norns, 
Seven North Norns, 
Temptress's Cast Horns
Lat 10*00.0'N 
Loon 010*00.0E 
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