Celestial sphere by sums explained,
numbers in melodic scale referred.
Trines in building block of expression,
energies and its obsessions.
The 27 club of famous death,
and the rock n roll loving it.
Jimmy Hendrix and Brian Jones,
Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison.
Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain,
time of death at 27 all the same.
Karmic edge of all Mars energies,
rights of passage time memories.
Self-destructive energy of the warrior,
facing death and its tragic behavior.
Mars skills to perform on the other hand,
bringing new worlds into command.
Process of generations against conformities,
speaking for the searching truth relatives.
27 or 9 when added, 3 nines multiplied,
in fight for that freedom sacrificed.
The dire soul of sorrow in expression,
seeks life through death as session.
Immortality closer to become,
messages from where their sang.
Categories:
trines, memory,
Form: Ballade
NEW MOON SPELL
in the backwoods of the
Louisiana bayou voodoo
is alive and well...
Calling on fire, wind, earth
and water in the shadow of
the torch lights as the
dance of the dead is danced
caught up in a trance like
frenzy, the high priest reads
from the book of rites and
invites the spirits to breath
from our cup of life...
Three times the power
of three and this month is
the perfect month as Jupiter
trines Aries...
As the dance of the dead
is danced around the
sacred crystals, ancient
skulls and the brewing
cauldrons and I know these
things all too well...
In the backwoods of the
Louisiana bayou every time
the moon is new you can hear
the distance drums beating
to a voodoo ceremony as
A NEW SPELL rings out
through the night hauntingly!
Categories:
trines, earth, fire, wind,
Form: Free verse
Venus trines at midnight
Harvester of our dark side
These bright stars are blinding our sight
Its the way her face looks in the moonlight
We shine bright in this life
The Galaxy swoon the Moon
It happened way too soon
While the Sun flowers were still in bloom
They were shooting stars all over her room
Boom Boom
Sparkles flying all over the sky
Doom
Reaching blackholes way up high...
Thats why the birds cry
Why do we have to die?
Why, why, do we have to lie?
Why cant we just dance in the absent light at night?
As planet Earth turns, we burn inside
Does anyone know how to operate this flight?
We are flying way up high, in the sky
And we are all about to die
Categories:
trines, absence, dark, moon, space,
Form: Light Verse