Best Summoner Poems
The light
is not its own, but
caught and passed on
to comfort a darkened world.
It inhabits the lonely places
and where absence
has gone unhealed,
becoming a summoner
of dreams and visions
as if seeking a form
to manifest something
of itself in the apparitions
wandering human sleep,
or in a memory
that gently brushes
the mind when still,
or drifting far away,
as the image
of a mother's cooling hand
caressing a child’s
fevered brow, or
comes upon the senses
like a breath
in the soft sweep of hair
across the lips
of a summers evening,
when love, for a moment,
has the power to make
the soul believe
it is not alone.
And there too in a song
surfacing in a few haunting notes
that sets a longing loose
to hear it all.
Ouivre, ouivre,
my Ovus Star,
a bit premature
immortal,
for there we are.
Again, and again,
we do sojourn.
I am yes... so
terribly in love,
but a bit ironic.
Our path as one
harmoniously, plutonic.
There are many, many
foundations Elemental.
To you my Heiroglyphic Monad,
a bit John Dee, an Angel at the
Window.
If thee suffer, dire
agonies, a bit widowed.
Be a courageous summoner
of spirits, altruistic
virtuous.
A graceful tidbit
of gentle music,
in utero, a triad teaching,
Wolfgang Mozart, toi Asmodeus.
A whimsy fair-gypsy lady,
a mythological Magic Flute,
mine you yearn to play,
a malady.
A Hermetic philosophy
suggest a whee Feminist.
Duality Luna, luminary
A trois, virgin Diana,
suggest an Agrippa von
Nettesheim.
Le Mors, history past
Beelzebubian,
a' tres joli
Cherubian.
Attainability
cerebellum, cerebrum
vena sacrificulus,
parry only valerius,
Heroine erroneous.
Divination, divinity
hence, epicus Mortuus.
A fancy Miding Mallecho,
mysteriosis.
An Apparition
proclaiming amnesty,
apparthied.
Come once humanity,
come twice, Judaeus
Christio. Our souls
allied.
Furthermore, henceforeward
questioning Faith and its
epitome of Fable.
Through an act of man
to woman fine,
young, and able.
Sexuality in visionary
quest, Ceasarian
Tantrism.
A renounce all knowledge
flesh, "invisible mistresses,"
consummation "'isms'. . ."
my "Miss."
Divinitas tetigit
Excelso Anxietic.
Mysticus Dolor. . .
Heavenly angel Ovus,
as we soar.
A gayly expressive,
our Osirion knowledge
progressive.
An abundance exuberated,
serpent wisdomatic,
A co-union of spirit, momentarily
spurratic.
So, oui my love, romance
E plurubus scientific.
A yield, yours and mine,
Seraphic.
Transmutation, Aquarius y
Angelique, a beautiful devas
kingdom dynastique,
a new world of expressive
faerie.
Forevermore, forevermore. . .
A slight perchance merry!
Peering out as from behind a veil, seeing, but not seen.
Feeling, but not felt.
A faint shadow noticed, yet unrecognized.
As a gentle wind drifts across the shape of a more solid soul,
Conformed, yet having no form.
Ache though I do to step from the shadow, there it is I remain until
summoned,
My existence, my worth, to be bestowed by the one who calls.
Physical form offers fleeting hope of life whole, but to behind the veil I will be
returned.
Callous indifference the cause of my condition, possibly.
Benign familiarity though seems the more likely culprit.
Unknowing, both summoned and summoner are imprisoned, sedated on the
monochrome tapestry of rote daily life. Complacent in ignorance, can escape
be found with captivity unrecognized?
Realization visits but one. Blame not, for what binds one binds the other.
Wake to our state and give name to our bonds. Grieve for our captivity,
Let us then run together as one toward the light.
An alchemist in history’s tome
My past a tale of creating my own
My energy spent on the pain
I conjured forth from living in shame
A creature came, riddled with hate
The sun would burn his delicate face
I summoned him from darkest depths
A symbol of the loss that I kept
He stared at me, all smiles and rage
Creeping through the shadows at day
At night we spoke in whispered tones
The death I sought had invaded my home
The world I feared no longer held weight
When compared to this monster’s hate
He speaks his mind and I come undone
His twisted plans could bury the sun
He knew so well, the pain that I’d seen
He multiplied each loss ‘til I screamed
But still I learned, and I was in charge
Despite his tricks and these alchemical scars
Now here I am, standing in love
For all his hate, he still holds me up
In quiet pause I learned his name
In knowing truth, our demons are tamed
In her circle of candles
As she kneels on the floor
The words she recites
Opens a door
This avenue of the unknown
As she summons a dark soul
For a serpent is rising
In demonic extol
As it appears through the black
In it's ogre dance
It circles around it's summoner
In her hypnotic trance
She marvels at her powers
Once her eyes have cleared
To bring this from the darkness
Her powers she never feared
For the reasons of her actions
Only time will tell
Does she have a hidden agenda
To cast our world to hell
You are the silence that envelops me in the bosom of the night,
When words retreat into their timid shadow,
The sacred interval between the tolling of bells,
Announcing the zenith of our misunderstood dreams.
You are the coolness of murmuring springs in the horizon,
A tranquility that drips pearls of dew at dawn,
The dawn which begets hope and knows no sunset,
An eternity that embraces all that is my dream and desire.
Leisurely, I lean towards the refuge of your name,
As the universe gathers itself in an embrace,
Dreaming the depths of a thousand silent tides,
That would submerge all the emptiness we've gathered.
Who are you, whose pallor weeps for me in the distance,
In a secret sacrifice for our lost days,
Without bending a knee, yet our pride is you,
Who are you, the light that burns endlessly?
I do not know you, yet you discern me like no other,
I, your twilight, the conscience that finds solace,
You rejuvenate me with your breath, between words like stars,
Renewing the peace between me and my summoner.
Who are you, the unextinguished vigil of my wandering being,
Guardian of my passages, from root to crown?
You are the unspoken wish, forgotten in a corner of the soul,
The invisible love that smoothens my tracks in the dust.
You are everything that I am and all that I am not in this world,
An emblem of what cannot be spoken with any tongue,
The unfailing spring that gathers my questions at crossroads,
And the answer that comes softly, in the glow of eternal mornings.
Agonizing shrieks, -lips curl, wink*
before I was weak, -savage entity
spellbound dreams, -madness deity
grotesque fusing. -ruler of the fray
Gaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!
Apocalyptic meta glazed mamma,
draconian edicts of the past dramas.
Ripe flesh tore with fingertips,
pluck, peeled, ribbon, fruit roll pop,
lambent fingers baby don’t stop.
Fore your unique,
witch of lore, chaotic boutique,
a little piece of the underworld in your frame,
all hail the summoner crafted from the decay.
Mistress death knell breast chasm’s lost matter,
beat batter then shatter the hooves clamor.
Vortices of molten steel beckon the vile swill,
rot under their curly tail, shot down a bile pill.
No wonder your sick,
puppets marionettes,
dummies left with something false cavities chest,
artificial remnants of what was,
bereft pulsates,
I am the next stage steps evolution,
velleity to test.
Sever the clever,
morose cleaver from the deader,
meander supine rodents to die,
with no life, fetter.
Ceases to be or lycanthropy shiver you silk fleas,
hit knees,
bow before the madness of your queen.
Hehehe munching scrumptious whips of nothing,
punching humping stead within sparks zugzwang,
severance thy deliverance from a monkey wrench,
unbound blurring to unleash rings festering feast,
morgue echo what’s beneath benthic in the sea.
Sword renders quests end of this macabre journey
Tableau carnage mayhem dipped sanguinary.