Things are rarely
what you think
they pretend to be.
Do not mistake
a perception
for reality.
Surviving and thriving
are two different things.
Entirely.
Patch
Category: Little Poems
Our Children
The intolerable tyrant will meet a mighty end.
The worst of fates Beset
those who dismiss and abuse
children.
Boys who want to be Gods
pretending to be men.
will be cast in stone
and tossed below
for their sins.
Artemis is hunting.
Caireen is crying out.
Stylianos has abandoned refuge
and Jizo is awake.
Nicholas of Myra is a
Patron on the take.
There is work to be done
for the cause of the soul.
A child kept
in a cage
destroys
us
all.
Ask Bes to keep you.
The storm is quick to rise.
Time is watching now
and it’s ready for a fight.
Notes:
Beset- Female counterpart to Bes
Artemis- Diana Nemorensis
Stylianos- Hermit/Saint
Nicholas of Myra- Saint Nicholas
Caireen- Cailleach’s Irish Counterpart (although I believe they are two different imaginings)
Jizo- Jizo Bodhisattva
Work in Progress
She understood the fold of the fabric now.
Stiff and relentless.
Whispering hard secrets.
Every hem has its tell.
Threading through resistance.
The needle’s eye
will take you back.
With time
you will mend.
Once you figure out how important imperfection is,
the growing can begin.
Leadink
When it comes to writing,
all I really need
is a pair of earmuffs,
and a hot cup.
Sometimes I’ll drink wine
when it’s dark and if it’s raining.
Wine makes use of these things.
In the quiet
I can hear my hands.
The truth comes out.
when mistakes bleed.
I learn from these things.
I call them poetry.
I call them poetry.
When it comes to writing,
I always begin
again and again.
It’s all I really need.
What do you mean you don’t believe in Mothman…
To each their own truth…
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Soul Snip
Do not live on the fringes
of your fancy outside life.
Nothing of substance happens there.
It’s just a show.
Look within and hold truth tight.
Life takes shape unseen
deep down
in the soul.
Kali
When the mood strikes she can be anything.
A rigged explosion of love, fury, envy, and greed.
Ready for sacrifice in the shadow of Kali.
Be wary young Bird, she will tell you true.
The Ego devours a heart on the hunt
it can destroy you.
Kali is walking in your stead.
A bull without horns
can still see red.
To be continued…
