1-The Magician

A man of craft; he studies the akashic records, knows the secrets to life and achieves what he wants from the tip of his wand.

He is in the sea of knowledge.

His wisdom floweth on out.

His magick like a thread at the tip of his fingers.

He manipulates and turns the tides.

He finds that time is on his side.

He makes time for everything and everyone.

He knows where he is going to be.

He knows the light and the way.

He knows that the path to enlightenment lies wrapped around his fingers.

He knows and he represents the craft but a true magician never tells his secrets.

His word of power is knowledge.

To know, to dare to will and to be silent.

The secrets of the Gods,

the esoteric deities,

the laws of good and evil,

The mysteries and ceremonies of blood, the elements and the alchemy of the earths.

The tree of knowledge that had once bore the forbidden fruit.

the akashic records and the mysteries of the worlds and the universe.

thee ability to make things happen and the ability to make an impact and an influence on life; good or bad.

0-The Fool

Unaware; a new beginning is a force that is out of control….

Looking up at the skies and unweary.

Never knowing; as he thinks he knows everything; he is but a ghost of the past.

Living only a boy’s adventure tale.

A beggar; a borrower; a thief.

He looks toward the sun, but listens to no signs.

The wind begs him to stay but he does not.

Always on the search for true meaning and adventures beyond his imagination; his heart is wild, free and contagious.

He contemplates nothing knowing that death is his new beginning;

his adventure to the end of the road and down a narrow path into something that brandishes his innocence ; his passions and his dreams then makes him the beginner;

Head in the clouds; the king of fools.

He says hello to death and winces at change; absolutely ignoring the change externally and internally.

Never knowing where he will and is bound to end up.

Head in the clouds, the king of fools.

He will not listen to the signs or to the wind,

and in no worry, his head is always soaring above the clouds like Icarus in his plight for his wings only to burn into the sun.

He looks up unaware and never resting.

His thoughts begin to spin throughout his mind as he wanders over dangerous and uncharted waters.

The foolish child cares for nothing and is stuck in his ways.

Never failing to notice that he follows a reckless path of what a fool believes.

Musical Notes

I can tell there is a strange magic in you.

Only when I hear your voice,

It surrounds me like music notes.

Like the little tunes I used to hum to when I was a young girl.

And that magic seems to come directly

from

your

beating heart

from the way your heart beats rapidly fast

as I fall under your spell in the gravity of your voice as I get totally thrown off….

and I could swear that I was much closer to heaven.

The Truth

There were times when I would wish to go back to December just like that song all the time.

Now I know I will find myself saying this on New Years.

Truth is,

You were made for me and I was made for you.

The Hope

Without hope I’d still

be wondering if you still

had feelings for me too and

I would be left cold.

Where You Cannot Find Me

I may not be where you think you can find me….

But I’ll know where to find you.

And that’s all that matters.

The Song of The Siren

A remembrance for what a fucked up world we live in. I wrote this for the girl who doesn’t have a voice. Neither a voice of her own. Because I see her at playgrounds. Silent.

I was a tortured soul thinking that I would become a bird who would fly.
Sometimes he hit me.
Sometimes he touched me.
I faked smiles not because I didn’t want to but because I didn’t want to.
I made no friends because no one would hear my voice out loud and sometimes he would hear my voice.
In water.
Sea witches cackling,
Mermaids’ songs being untold.
Long forgotten and never really remembered.
When a siren cries she cries pearls.
What will I cry, when I am pinned down and constantly….
FUCKED
All my life….
Is a siren’s song truly forgotten?
Those who are brave are strong enough to look round for help.
This is for those who are unwilling like I do not hear her but know she is there.
CRYING
ALONE
She sits in her room and sits sometimes looking up at a worn out ceiling and cries….

Star of The Night

I miss the tenderness of your skin…

The love that we made as I await posing in bondage for you.

I love caressing your skin down your back and I love the way you look at me….

So hungrily.

I begin to hope that my soft moans and breathless tender sighs intimidate you to rock my body harder.

To the point where you make me lovingly call to God;

only for you to save me.

The raw pulse of your stars that collide into mine making a blank space.

Call me your as you go deeper as I whimper for you to create a universe with your loving hands.

As I pull my head back, pull my hair back and pulse against me harder.

Love me right all through the night.

Mine

If a million stars glimmer in the night sky ;

Against the vast canvas that is the night,

You will be my only star.

My dearest friend,

My child,

My father,

my lover.

My heaven,

My hell,

My heart,

My demon,

My angel,

My world,

Although the distance like the stars that are dotted among the night’s canvas.

Sometimes stars fall to the ground and have to stay there….

Until they are found;

You are my lucky star.

Whether in a post office;

Whether in a church.

You are mine.