Scry Poems

You Are Why

I want you to be why
I scream and sigh.
I want to act shy
While I am so high.

I want you to be why
I am as happy as pie.
I want you to slowly try
Without me needing to pry.

I want to cry,
For someday we all die.
I want to scry,
To see if we never say goodbye.

I want to cry...
Something else never stays dry,
Because you are why
I don't want to die.

Death came a stalking

In the realm of the heart which served as our guide
For vanities sake we cheated and lied
And all of the signs that lighted our way
Now darkened and silent had lead us astray
In our haste to proclaim that all must belong
We abandoned our will to see right from wrong
So we searched to the west, we searched to the east
Yet ever within did we search there the least
Now between every beat in a darkening hush
Each step of retreat in a frightening rush
And doubts every treason reflected in tears
Did overlay reason with maddening fear
Here Death came a stalking, unheeded, unsought
And sold us the wares we had already bought
So we pelted headlong into welcoming arms
Whose offered embrace was enticingly warm
We took all the things Death offered in spades
And with them adorned our newly dug graves
Of the angels that scry and mark every sin
No stroke may belie nor ever forfend
The promise averred yet never attained
In souls so conferred with indelible stain

I Have Lived A Hundred Different Lives -

I have lived a hundred different lives -
Each as different as water is to stone.
I have dreamed a few far-away dreams
To discover that they were mine alone.
I have felt at times a trace of love
But was shown again that theirs was untrue.
I have often tried to bury the past
To find that it rarely stays inhumed.
I gave life to undeserving powers
But I was too late in retaking it.
I have seen the glory of success
But it was not my own to celebrate.
I have thrown my rage at the hailstorm
Then retreated quickly to a burrow.
I have been both with means and in lack
But always grateful for a swift breakthrough.
I have considered the centuries
And found an abode within the present.
I have counted my former hours
And scry the future for what might be left.

Augury

I scry through time with a crystal sphere
Asking of it my future, both far and near
Yet, the images I see were dismally unclear
(It should go without saying that I am not a seer)

I saw a black dog and it's rather cute
It doesn't bark though, perhaps it's mute?
Its silky coat shines like freshly ironed suit
Is it time to do the laundry? I do not compute

Then I saw an owl flying over my house
That's great! I hope it'd prey on the mouse
Who invaded my dresser and chewed on a blouse
The most expensive one too, that dreadful louse!

It then displayed my room, and zoomed in on my bed
Where someone had left on the pillow an old, felt hat
I tap on the hard dome, starting to get mad
Couldn't it bring a sign that can be more easily read?

Finally, it shattered, the infernal ball
I've been scammed! It couldn’t see the future after all

Dawn

Memories of death and dark eminence
The long sleep, lingering last enemy
The coldest, lifeless, breathless silence
Ensues and consumes an eternity.
But hark, then slowly, after sightless sighs
The invisible and subtly faceless hides
Like 0 becoming 0.1 and then 0.3
Our own hero, here for thee
Distant in the deep, heralded by birds wee
sweet blue light seeps into the sky.
All is cleansed, to begin again
Reason returns, an ember burns
And then when fanned into a flame
His colors increase, the mystery ceased,
And let light linger from the East,
It comes glorious, gentle, and glistening,
All heaven and earth is now listening.
For Lo: Apollo knows what follows, 
As the ancients scry, angels prophesy
Cockerels cry, until nigh the black bids “bye bye.”
Just as night is the mother of day
Never lost along the way
The pendulum swings, the trees sing and sway.
After long drawn shock and sorrow
Dawn has taken the time in the morrow.

Withouts

Without you how could I know
That shared love exists 
And never since we are alone
Even when we feel missed
Without me you wouldn’t try
To see the altered you
There wouldn’t be a way to scry
The things you used to do
Without you, without me
This old habitual world
A poorer place for us could be 
Although we wouldn’t know.

Celafid Namoyll

Humours turn acrid near
The silent seer.

Escaping absentees scamper
Further down the hole that holds their likeness
Extinguish | fatal obscurant | visions.

                | fata obscura |

 

Of thriving, lively fauna

Prostrate to impelling images

Schizoid prognostic narratives

Told through the burning lens.

 

Up above somewhere;

 

Unmade's secret eddies meet the Void's effacing means

Flickery shades mar anthropic soil

Never-beens, vestiges, cloud-faced mutes

Watch, sneer, hiss from interstitial galas

Covet your unearned gift of certain being

All skies slide to promenade our spaces

In front of that greatest-deep mirror

Most cower at the approach.

 

Croatoan, Boskopoid, Nephilim ires boil, rise

Evaporate.

Thin air marks their omphalos.

Sinews worn down and slumped in buried peat

Undisturbed lighthouses scry

Souls echo Xibalba's memory

Nulled sheets linger over its impossibility.

 

No divine clap can hide the noise of nothing.

No resplendent scheme can stop time's voyage surely ebbing.

Never will you win in wagers against the real.


Anbirnybbid Ocegenr.

Cry Scry

from SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister 

Cry Scry
She loves him beyond compare
He loves her beyond his eyeballs
She moans and complains
He swears and bangs about
They belong together

In Karmic ways met along
The old factory road
She’s his girlfriend a year
Same attitude as his wife
Who he loathes with passion

While passionately ing his lover
Wife and girlfriend mostly the same
One he loves other he hates
Why this way what is the cause?
Greek gods and goddesses up high
Take away their scrying bowl

The Christmas Door

Oh ancient light of love how dear how true you are to us 
When we commemorate Your Blessed Day we all doth know
You are the reason for our Yuletide spry;  You shine  
within our hearts with radiant love; 
A scattering of You we sow, each time we celebrate your Birth  
with breath of angels singing from on high; 
That luminary noble light that shone so bright that night
was but a matchless beauty born to scry
 the reflective soul, of  Christ The King ...
Oh ancient light of love how dear how true you are to us,  
You are the reason we Adore and open wide, our Christmas door.

Fantome Du Noir Chevalier

“fantôme du noir chevalier”



whither doth thee cometh from?
Strange voice that I see
Coldness of ire burns 
the skin beneath sheets
paper white guise
black ink heart bleeding within - 
stranger the walls do speak here
in the mirror swimming See
the lost reflections of souls
the misguided forlorn 
disenchanted do scry
their petulant perplexity
ghosts for the haunting
picked like ripe plumbs
legions illuminating dead dreams
the devil beating his drums
in her spectral bed 
the incubus arrives
the succubus hums 
once were bold quills tracing 
curves cursive passionately clear
near human once attempting sincere
to unlock love with blind faith ne’er fear
I hear your tome calling 
fantôme du noir chevalier

erudite Faust waives
ignores lore written before him 

I hear your tome calling
fantôme du noir chevalier 

Salome is her name
a new dance appears

She will take you 
before morning

a promise forewarning
I give this to thee

fantôme du noir chevalier

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)



“Here in My Room”/ Incubus
https://youtu.be/0IlPlKBXRHE










Sonnet LXXXVI

A Stargazer's Journal

I am aware 
How the stars shine in her eyes,
Like pools of black waters for a mage to scry.
How the wind blows softly when-
She, in her graceful darkness 
Raised her arms to the heavens
Casting the clouds aside 
To let my eyes gaze in awe of the starry night.

I am aware 
Of the depth of her heart
How her darkness consumes her light and
Her light consumes her dark.
How in her very being, I see
The Universe in all its glory.

I am aware
Of her tired eyes 
As she sat in solitude 
Singing the songs I have only heard in dreams.
How we float in an unending sea of darkness
'We'--balls of energy, darkness and light.
How we live on
Though our bodies have died.

I am aware
Of her heart
That felt none of the world
How in her last days 
She had smiled for she had lived.
And once again with starry eyes
She turned to me with a jaded smile:
"I am no longer Human".

My consciousness,
Entangled with every being in existence
Since I first heard her voice.

And still today
While drifting off to deep slumbers, I hear-
The songs she had sung-

That appeared and disappeared 
Within my forgotten dreams.

The Stars I See Tonight

I hear the music of the night, and as the angels  begin to sigh   
the last ribbons of light fall loose across my path 
God , vigilant illusionist of all times 
as you scry the moon for me tonight, the stars  
align themselves, and the Universe thrums  in solvent time;  
Dios, incarnate flash and glimmer of my soul,  
legionnaire of all mankind, you draw me to your heaven  
as if I were a mere reflection of the stars I see tonight

Gypsy Skies

Monotetra

Fortunes arise ‘neath gypsy skies,
when that campfire smoke you espy,
come on by and get a surprise;
‘neath lunar light, ‘neath lunar light.

As moonlight creeps from cloudy shade,
happy notes resound in the glade,
dancer in finest threads displayed;
mystical maid, mystical maid.

She’ll read your fortune in the leaves,
by serving you delicious tea,
displaying gypsy artistry;
so psychic’s she, so psychic’s she.

She’ll scry a crystal ball for you,
peruse the tea leaves from your brew,
she’ll even read the Tarot too;
your fortune viewed, your fortune viewed.




10-12-2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (25)any form any theme Poetry Contest
Brian Strand

His Daughter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1R8nJSe8Jb0

A speck on the glass a reflection  of someone I knew
once ago when the world was still  and so brand new
I was a chit of the future tilting her wings to the sky  
a babe with living to do before learning to fly ;
Mirrored to the image of God
I was often considered odd
a druid with fingers of sod
arriving, each time I was  called
A citizen of the earth with knowledge beyond compare
I always knew the world belonged to the birds of the air
far removed from the present, I lived in the future
by the scry of a rock and the cry of an eagle's demure
Reflector of light,  refracted conduit  
an alter full of candlelight,
a woman of air, water, fire, Spirit
I looked into God's eyes and knew for certain who I was .

What Time Succumbs To

Left open new
Towards the blue
Working anew
Showing a few
Becoming wonder
Left to blunder
About the yonder
Golden to ponder
Simple satisfy
She is so fly
I become alive
Though it may die
She succumbs
To the bums
Of life’s hums
Enormous scums
Freedom elicits
Whatever permits
Shortwave complicit
There’s a deficit
Her eyes don’t lie
She doesn’t deny
I want to cry
But cannot scry
Left alone
She bones
Her left scone
Now belongs
To nothing more
Than a shore
Of trinkets galore
Time takes a snore

Russell Sivey

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