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 

 

 

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…

Cheers

Pitter Patter, raise a glass.
Your commencement is here at last.
You climbed up top and starred him down.
No one’s left to oppress us now.
He set the stage, you played him out.
One step in trust, one in doubt.
Your storied championship
is the toast of the town.

Every woman knows
a tiny king is nothing
without his tiny crown.

TBC

Maven Magpie

She, with her Magpie mind,
was drawn and fated, bound to shine.
She spoke in all tongues and made light of the dark.
She said yes to Bacchus and refused refuge on Noah’s famed Ark.
The black feathered Maven, white breasted and fair
would not be kept, so she took to the air.

Her triumph of choice taking on chance
evoked a curiosity bound for romance.
She made up her heart to make two of one,
and looked to the stars to see it done.
Determined to reach them, radiant and bright,
she forged a great bridge and lept into flight.
On the seventh night of the seventh moon,
she became forever illuminated in the arms of Altair.
Seekers in the dark still find her there.  

Wary of wolves and worshipped with wine,sketch1513209092866
tales of her saga were shared far and wide.
One for sorrow, two for luck.
When the light goes out,
look up.

3 Crows in a row – Oh for Hell’s sake

Count the crows and watch your souls!
We are walking in dark times.
Keep a window open, lock down your doors.
What goes out can’t come in.
Nothing can be the same again.

All of the pain inherited.sketch1513089683013
It has been genetically foretold.
The end of man will come at his own hand,
ravaged by his soul.

The Trinity complete,
the birds are watching now.
Three Crows in a row,
will see it all play out.

tbc