Fairies R feW an FAR BETWEen.....

by Emily Dickinson

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth,—the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

from Collected Poems

Jan. 2011~ Whispers in the Wind....

When the tree is bare

the fruits are still there

underground in all of it’s roots

waiting for spring

it seems as if the tree is not doing

anything

it sits’

it see’s things without it’s summer time clothes

listening

the tree hears word

to Spring into summer

sharing all of it’s meticulous wonder

each leaf

each design

each creation

remind me of thine………


~cAT

Full Moon Flow.....

Glowing Moonlight Orb
throwing shadows across
my door
sitting in a
sigh~lent night light
...reflecting the fire
within my core......

Glowing Moonlight Orb
whisper to me
the pleasures
that only you allure.....

Glowing Moonlight Orb
sacred magic ball
exposing me to my darkness
in all of my shadows
all the majestic Madness
all that rests in unrest
no longer leaving me want more.....

U suddenly complete me
~cat

I INVOKE I INVOKE

Uncharmable charmer
Of Bacchus and Mars
In the sounding, rebounding
Abyss of the stars!
O virgin in armour,
Thine arrows unsling
In the brilliant, resilient
First rays of the spring!


By
the force of the fashion
Of love, when I broke
Through the shroud, through the cloud,
Through the storm, through the smoke,
To the mountain of passion
Volcanic that woke —
By the rage of the mage
I invoke, I invoke!


By
the midnight of madness: —
The lone-lying sea,
The swoon of the moon,
Your swoon into me,
The sentinel sadness
Of cliff-clinging pine,
That night of delight
You were mine, you were mine!


You
were mine, O my saint,
My maiden, my mate,
By the might of the right
Of the night of our fate.
Though I fall, though I faint,
Though I char, though I choke,
By the hour of our power
I invoke, I invoke!


By
the mystical union
Of fairy and faun,
Unspoken, unbroken —
The dust to the dawn! —
A secret communion
Unmeasured, unsung,
The listless, resistless,
Tumultuous tongue! —


O
virgin in armour,
Thine arrows unsling,
In the brilliant resilient
First rays of the spring!
No Godhead could charm her,
But manhood awoke —
O fiery Valkyrie,
I invoke, I invoke!

Aleister Crowley 1909

lightening in me~

çracked inside heavens

light comes from the earth….

Beckett claimed it was extinguished

“though I never saw it lit”…….

U my dear r living proof

that language is silent

things can be heard from miles away

touched in the hour of decay

awakened

within the roots of a winters tree

ur whispers enlighten me…….

sustaining enough warmth

to hold till spring.

felt

with the resonance of a lightening storm


Å flash on a camera

quick.

yet.
held forever upon
†hé
paper that is my soul…….
~çå†