Magic Within

Magick Within

Magick: the energy that connects the human spirit to that of the divine.

All seeing eye… open revealing the lines of chaos, where insanity breeds.
Beyond the strings of perception lie the fabric of the unseen universe.

Diverging between reality. Unraveling the tangled web of the universe.
Beyond the cosmos.

Within the witches eye a magic resides.
Here lies a secret world of endless possibilities. Eye wide open, all seeing with wonder.

Whimsical goddess in all her forms. She tells me. “Feel… don’t think.”
I embrace her touch… that of electricity within my soul.

A pulse flowing from the cosmos and beyond.
Breathe I must remember to breathe...
Tears of blessing stream a river of compassion.

Warm waters of emotion. Blockage removed, no longer stagnant, free flowing rivers which bubble to the surface.

Life thriving with each beat of your heart.
Awakened after years of slumber.
No longer dormant.

No longer afraid.
Emotions no longer churn for the storm of chaos has resided.

Is it the work of god?
Or the gift of empowerment?
Is there a difference?

Still the questions flood the mind body and soul…

Can you feel her breath on the coming wind?
Do you hear the voice of the goddess as she calls your name?

My mind is riddled with questions. Anxiety of our own nature.

Endless thoughts, wishing for a desperate silence… for now I settle the chaos one breath at a time.

Storm of Uncertainty

In honor of the season of winter solstice.

Storm of Uncertainty

Compass of emotion.
Running in circles.
Heart adrift.
Sea of love.
River of confusion.
Waves of chaos.
Waters of change.

Eye of the storm.
Churn winds of darkness.
Among clouds of grey.
Life is but uncertainty.
Survival of the fittest.
Evolve or fade out.
Echo words of silence.

Life after death.
The phoenix rises.
Scars of beauty.
Broken yet whole.
Emotional burden balanced.
Surrender the heart.
Love conquers all.

Caged Rainbows

Caged Rainbows

Rainbows shimmer upon the breeze.
Rain washing away the stench of despair.
Light where there was once only shadows.
Momentary beauty after the waging of the storm
A passing serenity, upon the breeze of uncertainty.
Photographing the memory, for one cannot tame such beauty. Nor can one cage the vitality of a rainbow and one should never try for such a effort is but a waist of energy.

Ode to chang

Ode to chang

Change can be scary.
It is hardly ever soft.
Sometimes cange is louder and abrasive.
Other times change is quiet and sneaky.
Yet in the end change is just another aspect of life. Embedded in our fabric of evolution.
Change is growth. The seed of life before she becomes a flower. The wilting petal before she becomes the earth.

Change is beyond our grasp of control…
A force of the universe compelling us forward.
Hurdling us through space and time … the ride of a lifetime.
Still despite its inevitability we still fight its presence.
Suppressing the evolution of its nature. Denying her existence in order to preserve memories of the past.
The life of a seed, a time long since gone denying her true potential.

Why fight against the tide?
Why struggle and drown… suffocating the breath of evolution.
Embracing growth that is life.
Nurturing the soul that is existance.
Preserving that which can build us forward well releasing that which no longer serves us.
Change does not have to be a monster it can be sweet and comforting but only if you deny not her existence and embrace what she has to give.

Enter The Grey

Enter The Grey

Darkness fades into the grey.

Emotion blinding the senses.

Reality shattered.

Tumbling into madness.

Down…down…down.

Through the looking glass.

The world is somewhat more appealing.

Though I know it is not real.

But a delusion of emotion.

I crave the dream.

Walking the type rope.

Passion and insanity consume the soul.

Reality is no more… there is only the dream.

Woven out of emotion and fueled by imagination.

Lost but not without hope… I walk amongst the grey.

Rose Garden

 

Scent of beauty, upon the distant wind.

Silk petals  shed like tears.

Ushering in the season of transformation.

Walking Amongst Magick

I took a walk today to clear my mind. Sometimes I love to just go out an wonder about, nature. Below is a compilation of pictures I snagged on my adventure along with a few poems.

Enjoy the Magick

Run.

Residual resin.

Raw renewed rigor.

Rampaging reverent for revenge.

Renewed Retaliation Reaching def ears.

Rain rejuvenates false hope rendering remorse.

Religion sparks Roaring righteously retaliation.

Reason renounced leaving false retribution.

Rein of power Remains.

Restraints rusted red.

Resurrecting hope.

Respect.

New Perspective

“Among the weeds.

Perspective is askew.

Enjoy the view.”

River of the universe

The winding path reveals many mysteries.

Minds enticed by entertaining fantasies.

River of the universe.

Time seems meaningless.

Wondering soul.

Alone.

American dream:

No one can hear you scream.

Within the moon beam.

The high beam.

Standing upstream.

Or Mainstream.

The musical theme, of the American dream.

 

Lullaby daydream. Radioactive beam melts your ice cream.

Scream baby scream.

Some perverts wet dream.

Pile up the whipping cream.

Face cream.

Cone that American dream.

 

Coin that dream.

Ion beam the laser beam.

Star stream… scar of the American dream.

Scream baby scream.

Dream of the dream.

Taste the ice cream.

 

Sweet peach cream.

The one true team.

That true American dream.

Scream baby scream.

And it may seem… and surly be deemed.

To be mean at the cost of another is that that of the extreme or an act of low self-esteem.

Guess the theme?

Waterway: Pipeline

Elements forged out of times embracing hands.

Cold and refreshing… anything but clean.

Rusted beauty bleeds out life.

Beautifully refreshing new life.

Rusted by time.

Draining away.

Forgotten.

Reminiscing over memories of a past life

Remembering that when the lights are out it is less dangerous.

Fragmented time that like rust never sleeps.

Blurred beauty beautiful brilliant bright blissful sparkles before me.

Berating breathing beings bathing painted shadows.

Caught amongst the gravity of magick.

You watched me and I you.

Universal curiosity shared between, all three.

Between darkness and light lies the grey.

Broken wings of sorrow.

Sinking in the wind.

Fly feebly through darkness.

Seeking light, straying flight.

Diverging into the grey.