I navigate the lines,
stand silently on the cross of Leys;
the slow flow of blood pulsing
deep beneath my feet.
Power surging through me;
From North to South. The East, the West.
From deep below and from
the highest point above.
Cold steel in my hand;
hot metal through my heart.
All time lost.
I am the past, the now;
those that have been,
those yet to come.
I am the killer
and the killed.
I stand silently on the cross of Leys;
the wind blows around me,
and yet, through me
after whistling by the ancient trees;
passing bodies on the fields;
carrying upon its wings
the murmurs of departed souls.
Laying lines;
forever etched on mortal land;
between castles of the kings
and deep, dark caves
of those accused of casting spells.
In the leys,
The magic lies;
Secrets ancient,
Reveal the prize.
When Earth was born,
Her siblings were too;
And on that morn,
First breath they drew.
A dance lifelong,
Is celestial reel;
The human flaw,
Their fates will seal.
Time travelers pass,
Through black hole fields;
Gathering en masse,
For family meals.
While predators hunt,
With fervent zeal,
Far away, the hunted,
will steal.
Too many times,
The mark is missed;
The arrow flies,
Death does not kiss.
Abundant courage,
It will cease;
When man sees fit,
The leys to read.
Each soul it searches,
For ultimate truth;
Within ley language,
Lay the roots.
Power and wisdom,
Lie in wait;
For all souls who,
Destruction hate.
The ancients learned,
So long ago;
To follow the leys;
Go with the flow.
In the Orient,
A name they gave;
Surely you’ve heard it;
It’s called, “Feng Shui”.
GOODLUCK JONATHAN.E
Goodluck Ebere Jonathan.
You are not only my ally,
But our allies.
We idolize you.
A man is a man,
When he does something to,
Be remembered of,
A man is a man when he or,
She refuses to changes his or,
Her color.
My ally,
A man is a man when,
He maintain his integrity
A man is a man when,
He or she refuses to move,
And dances with pea- cocks
And hooligans,
A poet can only but comprehend,
This dialogue.
A man is a man when his,
Words are his bound or,
Can thou ask president Mohammad
Buhari?
My ally,
Your disappearance in the office,
Port leys your quality,
I love you and the world loves,
You also,
And will love you forever.
Move on,
I am behind you and God first
Is our motto.
THEMES
1. Humility
2. Peace and unity
3. Honesty
4. Hardworking
Decades of mystic dreamers have worn the path
trod across the leys, coupling pairs within Stonehenge.
Beneath the Wiltshire skies cornflower blue; they lust,
lotus-eaters, loose-limbed, seeking a blessed outcome.
With longing strides-- they reach, climbing earthen berms
to add their lovers song to move with the cycles.
Some take the blessed day, others wait the pearly moon.
See her so fairy fair dressed in naught but moonlight?
Watch his black-haired beast rise once encircled by her arms.
Back pressed against the dolmens, her heels wreath his waist
as virgin blood runs red like the holly berries
to feed the holy earth, she'll bear his child; she trusts.
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