ShaitansMuse Poetry (8)

Dark of sky
Eerie fright
Beat of wing
Out of sight

Kiss of wind
Songs of night
Sprawling gloom
Visions blight


Raptors cry
Vermins plight
Sowing doom
From Angel heights

Ghastly fiend
'Nephilim' might
Reaping woe
Impedance slight

Baleful cry
Ceasing flight
'Rigor' of terror
In wings benight

'Aeon of Shades'
Savoring strife
Gleefully dines
On the spark of life.

I wish for a night of dreams
Of streams and gleans of teeming scenes
Of you cozy and rapt in meadow greens
Full of bliss I kiss those 'Greens'
Eyes like gems I've lost my means
To shape my thoughts under their beam

In Shades of Autumn and Cream
Speckled like candy you taste of my dreams
Burgundy and Moonlight you emanate and gleam
Sparkling as Sunlight through morning frost in teems
Tingling to the touch I ache at the seams
For a romp in your meadow
in Shades of Autumn and Cream

…And the formless-ones shall ascend
Emanating darkness
‘Vaccuous’ prisms of hunger
Supping on the souls of the spiritless
Imbibing from the chalice of shame
.
To fill the coffers of suffering
The empty-ones tempt the 'lamenters'
Their 'wailings', a chorale
Sweet with the tones of despair
They reap the echoes
.
Wander not into the shadows
Or find the fiends of gloom
Restless and patient servants of misery
Hunting the prize of sorrow
Anchor thy spirit in divine light, lest you see no 'morrow.

And the Son of Morning became the Darkest of Angels
In the fall from grace, despair was the place
That became the realm, that would be 'helmed'
By the daemon of temptation, sapping all elation
From they who bargained for a piece of eternity
Only to succumb to the Aeons of agony

Violent green drop of Jupiter
Burning neon in the Mothers breath.
Blessing the night of this reveler
The bearing of this Gemini upon the Earth.
Luna waxing near the path
The "Panspermian" mote's essence dazzled
Searing elation into all that espied.
A scar of felicity brands my spirit
With a joyous aching that will burn brighter than Apollo
And 'til I sleep in Gaya's arms.

Visions of the Goddess have danced in my head
She writhed and twisted as if I had her abed
The shock of awe was nothing to dread
She has filled my dreams as water on the “bled”
Now her magic fills me in her stead
Leading me onward where cowards have fled
Lading me with verse no others have said
For the gift of her blessings my life I’ve plead
To share this bounty even after I’m dead.

FEAST OF THE SOUL
June 19, 2011

A feast of the soul I drink it in
Famished and supping these delights,
Succulent and sweet these meats of glory
Sating that which for a morsel,
Voraciously consumed is the pick of this harvest
Ripe and tender is the fruit at table
Heavy with the blessings of Gaya,
The aromas are subtle the flavors a mélange
Let there be no end to the banquet.