gestures of west travels materialize his intentions. treasure escaped him. an evil baby. he reached to the highway. to receive beads, rings, weed and young woman as expressions. the casinos always sell beer to minors. fairies restored the worry with hope. life had intention. a renegade formed his mind. the burden of a childhood car wreck, the chains of childhood dreams. gone.
it now plays with a juvenile mind. cultivating within himself the visions. the best trip has been forever west. trees become a sage. the brush becomes lumber yards. snow. the wall produces fur and balls dance. window pane, 4 way, novels an artisan can embody. his extra trip is the finest. success in smoky skies.
Categories:
changeling, dream,
Form: Prose Poetry
CHANGELING CLOUDS
Changeling cheered her doubts
Afeared mother of many clouds
Secretly placed by a wand’s haste
A godmother who’d offered to help
~ Coin of flipped fate - dark cloud cataclysm ~
6/3/2017
Categories:
changeling, fate, fear, magic,
Form: Alliteration
It is a story in many different forms of culture that gods walked the earth a folklore if you will shaman belief of soul retrieval a healing technique similar to Buddhist know at reki where the two meet common culture is sleep lucid dream with in lucid dream is something known as shoden and aiki is possible to heal wound with focus where I am getting at it was a movie and this man found a legion demon how he found it and how it accept battle is beyond me but I never forgot the power of the human spirit why is so many theory of similar fiction it is a famous poet monk name ryokan I must say his poet of zen is interesting. I am sick something is wrong with my heart and left side of my body keep going numb no doctor can explain it being technique I am pre med not every thing is solve with a pill one day I wonder if they will disagree.
Categories:
changeling, art, love,
Form: Narrative
She danced upon my sleepy knife-edge
Rem sleep concealed; my hollow tin ledge
Was the naked girl who stole my show
Labanotation echoed her tarred shamed knees
Free falling from grace, cumulating fees
Have every my gutter pushed so low?
Integument tally, a dollar per pound
Rumoured lies within; no truth found
Flesh voucher paid in Bordeaux
So I flickered in though
Scar tissue hand did plough
My poured soda fountain flow
Categories:
changeling, dream,
Form: I do not know?
CHANGELING
photos strike me and
everything
is beautiful… I find books
mark passages with pencils
pens and paperclips
all blue a
favourite color
into the bathroom
shut the door
locked it twice
adjusted water
red the hue
the knocking
commenced felt
intense faded
into a backward hum
to match the drum in
my dead head
just one focus on
slivers of stainless
steel and everything
becomes real
again
I feel fine
just fine…
and you?
are you a
changeling too
© Kim van Breda—28 October 2015
Categories:
changeling, hurt, satire,
Form: Free verse
I go away down I tell you
I go away down to the river
Leaving the vulgar world behind
I need to go down alone
Alone with the roots
That grown strong then old
I need to think about me
Will be a second me?
Will be one who will look
Like me before I'll return?
When the last drop of a star
Beginning to fill up the natural
Pond with news grasses
Where the meadow
Will laugh with bright color
I will call you I promise you at least
I will be in the last minutes
When I was ready to die.
Categories:
changeling, death, faith, family, husband,
Form: Free verse
Changeling
Tis our imagination
in the halls of the dead,
at a place called Limbo
where nothing is said.
There’s a great table,
where twelve often sit.
If your names mentioned
then you’re in the pit.
T’would be an invite
to dinner you’ll come,
with plate’s of gold
and lots of rum.
Do you feel the icy wind
of loneliness and despair?
Do you feel the spirit guide
holding hands at the fair?
Pretty one eyed lady
a stranger to me.
Oh! how I could kiss you
on bended knee.
To all smiling satyrs
who watch children at play
We’ll find the grave
where you will lay.
Now the ghost’s are calling,
for its souls here I seek.
Death’s not that bad really,
just our body’s that reek.
Categories:
changeling, fear,
Form: Rhyme
Dancing with the darkness
Accursed creature of the night
Wearing a mask of humanity
To hide that twisted trickery
Then playing demon music
Pipes wail a beauty's curse
Stealing life and children
From our loving tender kin
Twisted vile changing
Go back to darkened dreaming
Categories:
changeling, confusion, fantasy, history, science
Form: Free verse
The air was filled with sparks so bright
as ash and flick'ring fire abound
The night was filled with fairy light
and from deep down the drumming sound.
And all about did wander round
in forms both large and shimmer small
walked spirits old of yesternight
to lend a charm to each and all.
The sky o'er head was filled with light
and night wore the king’s Northern Crown.
The stars fought with the fire flies flight
as shadows marked the unknown.
A royal night when love was sown,
and bardly singing did enthrall
their poetry did rich resounded
to lend a charm to each and all.
Around the fire stood bold knights
and their ladies most well, unknown,
secrecy was their honor-bright
and amongst them stood the Throne.
Changeling bride brought forth to atone
promises too old to recall,
tonight a fairy wife enthroned
to lend a charm to each and all.
Upon their heads set holly crowns
their scepters of ash, I recall.
Cloaks as light as gossamer shone
to lend a charm to each and all.
Categories:
changeling, fantasy, imagination, lovenight, old,
Form: Ballade
Somewhere hiding in the shadow of mendacity,
the unsightly gosling awaits the storm to subside.
Gathering knowledge and experience to survive,
she is besieged by thoughts about “how to”.
No matter her direction she faces a wall.
Dilemma after dilemma solved by trial and error.
Exhausted she turns to the lake for comfort.
The silky sensation of caressing water calms her.
Forgetting all the negativity, she resolves anew
to never again feel defeated and mundane.
She vows to live her self for what she is.
Grown, a once ragged babe glides to calmer water.
As the sun kissed the dew on hilltops it silently
moved across the glassy lake seemingly searching.
The gosling, startled out of hushed reverie watched
as her reflection painted itself on the black water.
Ragged yellow feathers, turned beautifully white.
A long slender neck arching gracefully crowned
the creatures flawless features, each so exquisite.
The swan smiled to herself. She was contented.
© Nov 5 2010 Charles Henderson
Categories:
changeling, inspirational, life,
Form: Free verse
Once upon
a dreary vale,
a ghostly image
floating pale
Set my hair
to stand on end,
a living nightmare
did begin
Through the tree
she passed with ease,
floating gently
as a breeze
White her hands
were pearly hue,
nails were red
and veins ran blue
Auburn hair
that glittered fire,
dressed in webs
that spoke desire
Sweeping hand
across my lips,
writhing wildly
image shifts
In Changeling form
she was renewed,
shining with
a golden hue
Cold as ice,
that grace the poles,
wrapping around
my spirit folds
A tongue of fire
ripped my soul,
in changeling form
I now enfold
Categories:
changeling, fantasy, imagination, mysteryhair,
Form: Verse