Quintuple star with pentacle points
In the night sky exercising your joints
Are you living or a dazzling reflection?
Not important, you are shining perfection
I adore you; your dazzle brings me untold joy
Sky pirates are probably yelling “ship ahoy!
My fantasy takes me to galaxy number three
Where I could be more of myself, more me
Categories:
pentacle, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
In the heart of a snow-kissed grove,
where whispers of winter weave through the trees,
a menorah stands, its candles aglow,
dancing flames in the chill-laden breeze.
Beside it rests a Yule log, adorned,
with evergreens, holly, and crimson bright,
a sacred union of earth and fire,
offering warmth to the longest night.
Golden dreidels gleam on the frost,
their stories spinning in timeless grace,
while a pentacle cradles the season's gifts,
binding the magic of this sacred space.
Challah, braided with care and intent,
shares a table with fruits of the wheel,
symbols of life, death, and rebirth,
the rhythm the seasons eternally feel.
Above, the stars hum an ancient hymn,
their light a bridge through time and skies,
as hearts entwine in this sacred rite,
under the gaze of the All-Seeing Eye.
This is the song of many paths,
woven together with reverent hands,
a celebration of love and peace,
of faiths united on shared lands.
In this grove, where traditions meet,
the chaos of ages begins to cease.
Each spark, each branch, each whispered word,
weaves a tapestry of hope and peace.
Categories:
pentacle, celebration, faith, nature, peace,
Form: Free verse
Limbic Liminality:
Souls expand
Like bones crack
Thunder through the circuitry
My mind
Pine needles aflame
Death rolling circles through life
Some strange dimension in an eye-lash
Killing time like a synapse
The void folding in like a spider web
Love cannibalized
Something more profound
Twilight madness
Dionysian dances
Snow white eats Eris's golden apple
Drinks her own beauty
A third eye pops right out of her skull
Something vampirically visceral
Like a wandering pentacle
Stitches of fate
Giving in to Entropy
Dissolution elates the universal sense
Pain crimson in a sea of Nothing
Dancing in spite of everything
I dive right into this quantum space in me
Limbic Liminality
Categories:
pentacle, deep, imagination, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Love is the key that unlocks every door;
giving you access to another's heart.
Yet, to a lonely soul, it's so much more;
for without love, hopes and dreams fall apart.
I pity those who have never known love;
for it's the pentacle of emotions.
And can lift us to the heavens above,
or drown us within the deepest oceans.
Ensuring that two halves fit like a glove
love's stronger than hope or magic potions.
And stands by your side when push turns to shove;
for life's more than going through the motions.
Without love, you are but half of a soul,
and though you're alive, you'll never feel whole.
Categories:
pentacle, beautiful, emotions, extended metaphor,
Form: Sonnet
Confabulation
My precious reminiscences
that open the magic doors,
you are sweet-speaking witches,
who hold bell-lamps with a tricky smile.
The spring comes back
when you chant with your crimson lips.
My charming prince is waking up
when you do rituals with your wand.
Your spells change my drops of sweat
into fragrant flowers!
Influence of your mystic witch-ball
making my buried hopes of love to re-germinate
with golden sprouts!
Your enchanting pentacle makes
my withered petals to reform into a beautiful garland
to welcome my charismatic prince.
What will you give me to fill the goblet to entice him?
How long these magic doors are opened for our tête-à-tête?
Will the power of your cryptic amulet
give us endless marvelous moments?
Or will the sharpness of your athame
put an end to my confabulation?
Categories:
pentacle, dream, fantasy, feelings, imagination,
Form: Free verse
I was rudely interrupted by white people,
But it was there dream of the 420,
A place that pacified everyone on the path of discovery,
A place where even Hitler survived,
Sharing input that we all could use to define,
I was on the battlefield of Narnia,
A place of routine cycle,
Mother nature's way of keeping this place a fight though,
I like it but the whites called it hell,
So they said drop weapons and tell,
Tell the tale of the immortals,
I did,
Dammit man my Astral body is in a plain,
Only cowards have existed,
This isn't sain whoever had wished,
Suffering is a way to recreate a lost flame,
In doing so we create energy we can use to even revitalize a brain,
I'm telling you I've worked everyday and I can still dream,
But it took sacrifices that I cared about,
Because life has to be mean,
I'm talking true disappointment that I lived in and shame,
To still become Damien on the other plain,
Go into the mirror and stare at your core,
Then stare into your eyes if your not alive,
Be patient a little more.
Categories:
pentacle, angel,
Form: Rhyme
Purple bats and evil cats and strangled ghosts that laugh
jet black cloaks, snickering blokes and witches that gaff
Pumpkin grins, talking garbage bins and all that moves
Halloween rhymes and pentacle signs with evil grooves
Children running from the shadows towards the gallows
skeleton molds on scaffolds, and specters in the shallow
Phantoms and demons, bogey men with haunting looks
talisman, walking totems, demon hags with spell books
Haunted houses, mummy spouses and imps that steal
cemetery moans and groans, stiffs that oink & squeal
BETTER HURRY ON HOME BEFORE YOU BECOME THE NEXT MEAL
Categories:
pentacle, scary,
Form: Couplet
Five lines in the sand – his quintet of children is skimming the surf
Like ariels chasing youth not yet knowing Plath’s substanceless blue
Streaming chariots of gleams into fireflies dragons dinosaurs and castles
Oblivious to extinction the full impact of tides and dereliction of beauty
Just foot prints on the shore reaching fast for jetsam flotsam and joy
21st April 2019
Categories:
pentacle, hope,
Form: Free verse
Love is God, and God is love; inseparable,
they are both interchangeable and eternal.
And regardless of how we define them, they're an
intricate part of the human experience.
Although intangible and ethereal, they
both influence every aspect of human lives.
And by conjoining as one in our conscious minds,
they allow us to become better than ourselves.
Love offers us unconditional acceptance,
and God's presence is the epitome of love.
We want to believe we're unique beings with souls,
one love, one heart, and one truth; this is what we crave.
The pentacle of emotions, love surges up
from our hearts and splashes against reality.
God's message has always been to treat our neighbors
as ourselves with love and compassion, not with hate.
Categories:
pentacle, christian, emotions, faith, feelings,
Form: Blank verse
they say i'm mad cynical , im down for the pentacle. all i see is you me, spiritually we've come to be .. different in so many aspects, that i expect, that you regret, you had the stones to make the step, that you now accept .. an eagles eye drops deep inside, and if you follow the tunnel ,you'll find your mind. nestled next to your sanity,insanity, post apocalyptic visions of the cryptic mystics, please regress they ramble there jaws as you battle your cause... they message your arteries ,as you fight to breath, taking everything ,take could, would, and should be.
Categories:
pentacle, abuse, anxiety, depression, how
Form: ABC
Titbit scars to feed emotions crimson;
In Her gloomy heart by her wet season.
As Her solstice endorses a greasing red,
She revels off a goad instead...
To each bliss cusp she gladly deflowers,
I cavort rue to each rose's hour;
As fingertips writhe in snow-white flesh
the sate of Love's cappella caress...
My emotions ascend to a God with black wings,
And soon this soul taken from pentacle rings.
But first I am descending before Her throne,
Her chest still racks that abyssal stone!
Prurient crucifixion of an annulled witch hunt.
Nascent Shangri to Her mire c*nt.
Her emotions strong enough to splendour fires,
This libertine forges Her foreplay desires.
Taken of the pulpit by a tyrant crevasse,
Splay out on an Oratory's cerise glass.
As she leers like the silver Moon...
I sprawl to Her with greatest tempt,
Only for me to feel contempt!
I scream ''You are my salvator'' as,
Blood pours where my sanguinary blade caress...
Categories:
pentacle, death, depression, emo, how
Form: Personification
A black sky held pentacle stars,
a decadent wife sold herself
for thrills.
when guitars played the chameleon
sang.
it's more than a opera harem,
it's echoes through a pavilion
of waste.
Categories:
pentacle, introspection
Form: Free verse
the size of the hand
does not matter
it is the fingers that
fill the empty space
between your god and
the impeccable design of a
successful journey
that breaches the murky depths
and then drowns clean again
the right
the wrong
insignificant
delusions of grandeur
it was my scrupulous eyes
that robbed me blind
all of those moments
lost and beautiful
turned to stone in an instant
my petrified history
a frozen web
of imagination
a fortress
that guarded from me
the pentacle
of truths
that I somehow
forgot
as though it
were a dream
that just kept slipping away.
Categories:
pentacle, life, philosophy,
Form: Blank verse