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Deep in the dungeon in the back left corner
Was a mere shell of what was once a man.
He was shackled to the wall of his own design
By the love of his lady so fair, and divine
The queen of a land so far away in time
With a king who held her ever so dear
Locking them away alone from peasant's view
None of his subjects gazed upon this mentally ill king
He had a smothering love for his queen,
Abusing her in every way
Never there for love, but only in his mind
She hadn't felt his touch in years, other than abuse
Then one day her knight came in on his white steed
They loved under moonlight each night in secrecy
Hiding their treasonous affair from the evil king
Until one night he caught them
The knight dueled injuring the king's ability to speak
The queen fearing their treasonous death
Plotted and schemed as not to be beheaded
To the knight's chamber they carried him
Dousing the room in oil laying him on the floor
Dropping the lantern the knight held
Flames rose in the chamber, consuming him
The queen screamed to the subjects for help
All the court came running to douse the fire out
The knight and queen really started
The true king was unrecognizable and couldn't even whisper
The knight came forward as her husband the king
The queen burst into tears,
Explaining how the knight attacked her,
Setting the room ablaze
All his subjects bowed before the knight, the changeling
I am sorry dear king, the subjects said
As the knight pulled the queen to him,
Ushering them to take him away, to the dungeon below,
Shackled, and chained, in his own kingdom
In the dungeon the king waited, to be beheaded
The knight secretly became the king instantly
Taking his spot next to the love of his life, the queen
No one suspected a single thing
She visited the king one last time before he died
Telling him how she loved him, stroking his cheek
Watching the next day as they beheaded him,
Hiding her head in her knight unknown
Her dark side she displayed
The day her knight became her king
And her king became some subhuman thing
He had truly always been
The knight now the king with his lovely queen
Ruled for many years, having ten children
Of tainted royal blood, but no one ever knew
Their secret love and darkest treason ever committed.
Witches, whom to say they don’t exist within the physical
Plain here on earth, maidens of the mystic arts of olden craft,
Dwelling beneath the elliptical moon of transitions shifting,
Living within the shadows of incantations unbroken spells
Of the past!
Damsels birthed beneath the oracles marking of the third
Eyes ethereal dimension, profits magi of the elemental,
Earth, wind, fire, water and air, these the guardians
Of the hidden magic within all living matter, both for
The seen and unseen raw forces of ultimate power!
Amongst this the season of the earthen dead,
These eyes of clarity’s shine, to the sheen of brilliance,
Dipping within the pools of illumination, the stirring
Caldron pot of fortune is uplifted, upwards towards the skies
Of the foretelling, behold the wicked crafts of the
Alchemists charmed.
At the flicker light of the green candle bents in the winds of destiny,
The dousing rod of fate is shone, as the crystal ball flame burns
Brightly against the night, held tightly is the covenant
Hands embraced within this mystical sisterhood and
Brotherhood, the shadows of darkness past ideally
By, for the earth balance must be kept on both
Ends level, the light and the darkness of spiritualism!
As the solid megaliths of Stone Hedge stand tall against
The setting suns horizon, echoes float from the farthest
Edges of the planet, a mystical rhythm of ancient times
Sounds thumping, with the natural essence of life itself,
As the earth witches of the world unite in this winter
Solstice of the season of the dead!
Within the circling orbs of reality, a twilight duality
Exists within the realm of the ethereal on a higher
Plain of knowledges recognition, and the reader
In the light of spiritualism, shines in the afterglow
Of the beyond his or hers physical awareness, a fifth
Sighted seeker, the gifted physic, or magi of the
Humanistic soul!
Witches, whom to say they don’t exist within the physical
Plain here on earth, maidens of the mystic arts of olden craft,
Dwelling beneath the elliptical moon of transitions shifting,
Living within the shadows of incantations unbroken spells
Of the past!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO MY MYSTIC ROSE
HAPPY HALLOWEEN SISTER OF THE HEART
"Phoenix Wings"
Suede heart turns tin star
wears the shining part
on the outside stitched up
blue silk now
glistening
tears in time forgotten
justice in the frozen cut glass
criminal, wasted memories
clairvoyant signs
electric lines writes and
truth speaks codex sublime
in the haze seen
that which others cast aside
inconsequential significance
in the unreadable
useless hieroglyphics
sensed red, written
blood and private wars
kept caged in the place
where skin sheds
metamorphosis happening
birthing something
in the lost words there
some strange beauty reigns
in the fire borne rage
summoning beautiful majik
strange poetry remote
dissipating eventually
unlikely understood
touching the distance
welcomed in like a
new phantom invisible
illuminating
the unseen
meaning of smoke rings
tears the past's flimsy
wedding veil the face kept
imaginary diamonds
carried off
above it all
dousing the commotion
another chapter
another season
burnished not banished
like walking faith
on an Ocean
kept
Winter wraps itself
sensuously some feeling
in the falling leaves, still
quietly persistent
watching abandoned
Autumn stories
warmly stoked
under blankets
heat rising
magic spills lit
under the tempest
lifting upwards
the cracked yoke
freedom tasting
blue sky
kissing cupid’s bow
unfurling
life stirs there somehow
sensed in hidden meaning
heat beneath the smoke rings
opening up, the heart beats
skywards in the thrust
blue silk glistening
in the phoenix wings
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Smoke Ring" / Robert Levon Been
https://youtu.be/YyyN2hnInpI
"You never wake up from a dream
It never leaves you
But now it hurts you,
leaves you down the straight line
You never split a glass of milk
You’ve never cried and cried..."
"You are the smoke ring
You are the majesty.."
It’s a joke to be woke
You silly bloke
You’re listening to vile folk
Blinding you with political smoke
Dousing your brain
In a putrid soak
Of the evil, daft and deranged
Feeding you lunacy
Of the mundane
Its quite comical
And really insane
To believe it
All to be true
Question it not
Says the elite few
Make sure to tune in
For more mayhem
And acceptable sin
This is a fight you cannot win
Just accept the program
My has been
We have you and your kin
As we toss your morals in a bin
And serve you a morbid din din
Of s*** that makes no sense
While trying to erase
Your programming’s past tense
And insert the new
Wicked woke ways
To break down your defense
Of knowing wrong from right
To block your sight
From the light
To curtail your will to fight
To destroy your mental might
And supplement it
With a revolting blight
Of disgusting attitudes
Paying the ghastly
Platitudes of cliché
While celebrating it as a new way
For the progressive decay
To tell a lie long enough
Will begin to produce fluff
and spread like a plague
infecting the mindless and the vague
who never bother to question at all
and simply sink to their knees
in an obedient fall
and listen to the call
of the demon’s song
repeating the lyrics
they know to be wrong
evil knows its audience well
they are the salesmen of hell
they know how to quell
your objection
to the infection
from which you swell
and revive you from where you fell
away from reality and logic
it’s why you were picked
why you were licked
as a delicious treat
you were always someone
who could be beat
into submission
for this horrific mission
of not questioning your leaders
but being cerebral bleeders
spewing on cue
what the elite few
tell you to say
you’re the robot
for the day
paving the way
for the wicked to play
But I pray
For it all to end
So, we can all mend
My heart for humanity
I lend
My will against evil
Will never bend
End transmission
Eric (and sometimes not)
Friends
I know I said I'd be nothing without them
I said whenever they'd need me
I'd always be there
I'd always be right there
I said I don't throw away friends
I said, I said, I said
and no one knows this more than Ariel
Ariel, I've known her for years
been to hell and back with Ariel
been there for Ariel ever since we met
Ariel, she was my best friend
at least for awhile
Was it really just an illusion in my head
I spent so much time grieving
when her parents separated us
I spent so much time tearing my hair out
worrying if she was alright
when she was sent away
I spent so many sleepless nights
comforting her when she completely breaking down
Was it really all for nothing
was it really all for nothing
Ask her
she's put on a new set of skin
like a snake
she's put on a new set of skin
now suddenly she's a different someone
She's always starting stupid fights
stupid fights and stupid arguments
Even when she knows I'm right
Ariel, she tries to find a loophole
to point the blame right back at me
So I'm douche now huh?
So I'm the jerk now huh?
but you claim you love me?
but you claim you wanna marry me?
Thanks but no thanks
Forget you
Forget this
This is where I draw the line
Anytime I wanted I could show you how I feel
This is me crossing the line
I want you back, I want my friend back
not some heartless wench
dousing herself in makeup
like she's dousing a fire in gasoline
I'm waiting for you
to get that feeling once again
reunited in the end
I've been waiting for you
to capture imagination
cause you're not the Ariel I know in my head
Trapt
you can say it louder than I can
but I doubt it you could even get it through her thick skull
I'm crossing the line
but I don't care
I want my friend back
not some heartless wench
with brand new skin
dousing herself in makeup
like I'm dousing fire with gasoline
upon the bridge between you and I
Goodbye...
This one goes out to you, Mr. President
This one goes out to you, and your wonderful regime of terror spread
enthusiastically around the world. Policing the entire planet is a tough job,
Mistah
President,
and there is no doubt in my mind that you enjoy your job and the
rewards of virtue you receive after killing millions of innocent civilians. Bursting
with honor at the tax breaks to the top
2%
of the richest and plunging the poverty
stricken into darkness. Oh, the integrity of looking the other way while your friends
eradicate the true meaning of Global Warming.
It must be hard on the conscience to profiteer off your nation, Mr. President, you
have such an
admirable, strong resolve.
I especially enjoy your philosophy of treating your administration like a blanket.
Soothing the world to a vegetable like drone, oblivious to the surroundings. Like
an eiderdown quilt, don’t forget to tuck in the corners, for fear that Israel might
catch a cold. Singing Saddam lullabies and then smothering Iraqi babies in their
sleep.
Like a petroleum induced reverie, you spill
America’s blood for oil, dousing the infidels.
Slicing freedom of speech to slivers and hiding the dirty laundry. Fighting
off hate with more hate and thus utterly eliminating any source of salvation to our
state and situation. What a wonderful world you have created. And for your hard
work and determination to drive America to it’s knees, I dedicate this one to you.
To you and your determination to infiltrate America's existance with blunders,
corruption, and deceit.
To you and your serial betrayals of the people hand in hand with credit card, drug,
banking, and energy industries.
To you and your cynical manipulation of all that is American, to your lacking
administration, to you and your Big Companies.
This one, goes out to you, Mr. President.
God Bless America.
(This atheist imagining, envisioning,
and adopting a religious stance
asper extra-marital prance
sing unsheathing ma lil lance.)
if wand whoosh,
a mollified Genie could wave
abracadabra spellbinding mine fate, aye
would rejoice beholding,
an African Queen to stave
more precious then
fine spun gold (for Josephine) to buy
time against tortured Golgotha kepi
mein kempf wracking fate, thence pave
ving a stairway to heaven
after this ivory pawn doth die
cleansing, exorcising, and flushing
infidelity kindling lover misbehave
yore (ah Jove) many
full lush blue moons ago,
when verboten fruit
yours truly didst deaf fie
temptation no amount
renouncing sin spent kneeling, this knave
scrutinizing engravure etched with blessed
"Jesus, bare naked Amazon Mary
and Joseph" motif guy
interweaved by pointed
finger of Goddess Sheba almighty
beckoned deft fiat halting joist
lowered nondescript plain rigid casket
swallowed by grave
temporally ushered whirled wide
webbed rebirth where I
received life anew breathless composure
dousing errant fellow
guilt honestly iterated, jackanapes
kneaded licentious maligned narcissistic
opprobrious philandering questing re: deprave
transgressions, whereat this gentile Jew did lie
unclothed satisfying prurient crave
ving vitiating marital covenant, now my
soul asylum anointed, via sedulous, glorious,
and fabulous Nubian enchantress deign nigh
ying celibacy decreeing
expurgating sexual crave
ving, hence thy status as Zen eternal
Eunuch (corny punster)
as acceptable punishment bequeathed
by said deliquescent, iridescent,
and opalescent dreamt up
"FAKE" pitch black Negroid hallucination
from over active imagination
me didst truly ply.
i almost cried
bought a cheap
gas bottle
from a friend
who was up visiting
said a neighbor
had moved out
gave it
to him saying
its almost full
saying its three times
normal size
of the gas bottle t
which you
have out there
how much
do you want
for it i said
seeing a chance
of a bargain
really interested
30 euros he said
managed to get it
for 20 euros
telling him
i am taking a chance
it might not work
smiling into myself
different story later
got it back
to the place
carried it
around the back
got a jublie clip
connected them together
went in
began putting on a fry
cooking away almost done
i turn to
my niece
walks in the door
she gives me
one awful push
screaming into flames
roaring saying
the place
is on fire
all the hairs
on my arms
went up
in smoke
caught a bucket of water
throwing it
upon the flames
my hair catches fire
my niece
was roaring laughing
at this stage
ran around
the back ripped
the gas bottle
out from the wall
run in with another
bucket of water
dousing the flames
ran to the barrel
of water
dipping my hands in
only now
i am shaking
with shock
that stupid gas bottle
has just
cost me
a clean fortune
should of known
it was to
good to be true
put creams
for burns on
had a sleepless night
but everything is ok
just have
hairless arms
sick working at
repairing the damage
that is me
finished with
gas bottles
my niece
said she could
not help laughing
even i was in flames
she said it was the fastest
she ever saw me moving
with your hair on fire
it was like something out
of a movie
she said
it did not seem real
that she was shocked
stood and done nothing
my father today
began laughing
he said my arms
he never seen them
looking so smooth looking
a better job
than waxing he said
a mad story
from the hills
of donegal
imagine that
an idiot almost
blew himself up
laughing out loud
into myself ha ha
Break the silence, come out of your shell
Don’t hide your fears and pain, when the world out there is waiting on you to tell
How he abused and beat you purple and blue
In-laws finding a reason to always blame you
How you looked on when your children endured the pain
How he used your teenage daughters for his sexual gain
You turned a blind eye to his affair upon affair
Unemployed and three children to take care
Too scared to leave him, where would you go?
The silence you keep inside of you will forever grow
Pain is not like dreams that come and go
If you don’t break the silence, no one will know
The scar on your left cheek, when he threw you with a glass
The forehead with a porcelain vase
For the sake of your children you had to be strong
Always taking the blame when he is in the wrong
You have a thousand reasons to run away
Yet you don’t have the courage and prefer to stay
Too scared of not making ends meet?
Afraid you’ll end up in a shelter or begging on the street?
Thoughts of killing him runs through your head
Suffocating him while he lays drunk on the bed
Or dousing him with petrol and setting him alight
When he is about to pick up another brutal fight
Slitting his throat with a razor sharp knife
Begging for your mercy to save his life
All these thoughts running through your head
But you still prefer to stay instead
Then again, you have a house but not a loving home
Loneliness and sadness overtakes you when you are all alone
Will you stay or will you go?
A decision only you will know
Will you endure the suffering ‘til he breathes his last breath?
Finding solace only when you lay down his wreath?
Or do you leave this life behind?
To a bright new future you will find
So break the silence, come out of your shell
Help is a call away, just waiting on you to tell
Written by: Farah Diba Pastor
I feel something’s close at hand…it’s hard to unchain myself
From angst and utter mortification
I feel so lost, swimming on my own…it’s hard to find my way out of this mess
I feel like giving up…but I should get up…
I feel myself drifting away…each shard of my brain
Withers away…just like the day getting devoured by nightfall
I feel drenched in silence…I don’t know if I’m going insane
I feel like drowning in my shame...But, I’m searching for the rope of hope
I must keep trying…
It’s about time I put a stop to my senseless crying
But, I feel that I’m left to figure my way out of the bemusing maze…but that’s not true
Because He is with me...day and night
‘cause He is watching over me…
Dousing me with His light…
Sometimes, I feel so afraid…but I know a few things that are true:
He can mend a broken spirit and a broken heart
He can give me relief and hope from high above…
He can lead me somewhere safe and save me from the death cart
And save my heart from breaking into shards
I’m drowning in tears of sorrow and shame…
I’m a wandering sheep…getting hunted down like game…
I feel stuck in the chambers of my own mind…it’s tough to unchain myself
From solitude, but I must snap out of my agitation
I still feel like I’ve met my end…around the river bend…I’m left untouched on the shelf
I feel like swimming out of the perilous sea…whirling with confusion
I’m washing away into the abstract, dynamic ocean…each piece of my heart
Is casted away…just like the stone I tossed, skipping to and fro on the river’s surface
I fly away from my solitude cage…I promise I won’t break apart…I’ll take heart
I will escape my misery…though I’ve doubted my ability to take wing…but I must keep trying…
I will try to believe and go the distance…
Despite the bizarre sensations I feel…