Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Lament of Fallen Angels Be.....

for on the head of those who play with hearts of others this will be through eternity....

HOw....

My teeth so white and pointed are
Nails long and sharp
Come near my love
Drink  my fill of you I will
Your blood is what I crave

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mk2SNcpTNbs
In dark dark caves denizens do dwell
Fearing light of day
A horror story yours to know
You cannot get away
Try as you do

Lust not love

Many tales are told
Of those who come and go
History paints pictures bold

Credible so many are
Others give away
Let go of something real to them
They call it love
Maybe is lust

Starts as energy
Twixt two people somehow
Journey they through lands of trying
To have what they want
All the time a game

At the gate...

Angel stands at the gate
No one can pass by
Unless holds key of loving
Rare with many folk

Games they play
One after another
Then comes the one who knows
Pierces your neck with her long fangs
Leaves you dead unto the world

So it will be

Nowhere is there for you to go
Given up all chance of hope
Redemption but another tale
Of woe

Search you may
But will not find
All denied to you
Just reward it be...

and so it is...

Monday, September 29, 2014

The Rightness of Wrongness...or is it so....

Hard to describe this one for it is deep and multi-leveled...Nothing is going on and yet worlds are being torn asunder all the time both metaphorically and physically...just look around!  ....enjoy

As things are...

Like most things are
Behind curtains drawn
Where no one wants to go

No chink is left
To peep through
A miasma of nothingness
You to me
Me to you

Darkness gathers on outer rim
Sun cannot hide behind
Worlds swirl in disarray

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUAF3abGY2M  Gnossienne by Erik Satie..superb music...
The way it has always been
Always will be
A tale grown in hell...

Illusionary..

illusionary they be
Ones we cannot see
Covered by veils
MIsmatched

Drift they do
Matchwood down a stream
Blocking flow of water
Nothing to be seen

Crows peck hungrily
Eyes ears bloody be
Torn off chunks
What once was a man

Now a lifeless form

Revenge...

Revenge can be so sweet
Like sugar beaten
Coagulating
Dissolving
Nothing left

Strips floating in the wind
Away they go
Thrown by unseen hands

Clutching at what they think is right
Yet wrongness rears its head
Waiting all the time
To pounce

Across the universe

Across the universe she rides
On milky white unicorn
Christ energy protects them both

Far below he awaits
She knows if meet they do
Mighty eruptions will take place
Twixt heaven and earth

Love grows...

All this She knows
But carries on
In her heart grace doth appear
Spirit shares her joy

Heaven plays its mighty game
Watching all who down below
Twist and turn
So many ways

It knows their secret heart
Wherein much love doth grow
Even those that you may judge
It is so....

No beginning
Ending none
All is One
and so it is....

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Sunday, September 28, 2014

Ode to Sensuality...Mine....

Oh this is going to make some peoples' hair stand on end...but I am known for that!  a venturing through lifetimes not always mine but sensuality belongs to many women besides myself...enjoy

A sight to see..

A bag of bones
I may be
But what a lovely sight to see
Lissom lithe

I think of you
Sensations through me run
Silvery dartings
Along my veins
Like magic fingers
On harp do strum

No need of physicality
Enough unto myself I am
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whndX4SLNNM  a very strange and wonderful video by Aeternus...

Sensuality

Sensual a marvellous word
Describes me to a tee
Like wine
Age cannot change that part of me

How fortunate
In being as I am
Sum total of so very much
The choice I made this time around

Quote from Shakespeare

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies


Through streets of Alexandria he rode
Noble Anthony bestrode
Knowing of the beauteous woman
Soon to see
Awaiting him behind diaphanous veils
Every hue

He came to her
He plough’d her and she cropp’d
Sensations like a million stars
When first appeareth in the sky
Running amok through limitless space
Burning up the universe

Seduction

Oh women weep
Your men have gone
Followed the trail of seduction
Left by one who knew

Sultry temptations at her fingertips
Aromas of the east
Around her twirled
Part of her mystique

She kept....

Ten thousand years ago or more
She lived
Part of a culture greatly renowned
Again there she held sway

A sorceress in every way
When upon you her eyes did light
Forever under her spell you lay
No good for any other

A menagerie of men she kept
One for every day
To take out use abundantly
Then put away

Yet young she died
Used up
Her choice
Doing what she did so well

and so it was.....

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Saturday, September 27, 2014

Where Have You Come From...Where do You Be...Now...

Our beginnings stretch back far beyond Adam that was a generic name for mankind...ancient scripts have been dug up and translated..they tell of the very beginnings of mankind evolving from higher beings..it is our history not the fables that the bible oft inflicts. The bible is filled with treasures but it has also been a way to dismiss the feminine principle in evolution and place power in the hands of few... read on some will do a lot of negativity as comments which I will probably delete.

History of Time

There is a history to be told
Back in time
Beyond all knowing
Some recorded in scripts of old
Long before the flood
Before Adam was born
Found by archaeologists well known
Their findings then were told


Back in Sumer ancient old
Before time as now we know
Races came from other planets
Maybe not the ones we recognize

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Li9Vi_-Nufk
Leaders of mighty merit
Godlike in their beingness
Spiritual wayshowers bringing forward
Messages of good will
Elohoi they were

Taken from Wilkipedia..History at its Best

The art of Mesopotamia has survived in the archaeological record from early hunter-gatherer societies (10th millennium BC) on to the Bronze Age cultures of the Sumerian, Akkadian, Babylonian and Assyrian empires. These empires were later replaced in the Iron Age by the Neo-Assyrian and Neo-Babylonian empires. Widely considered to be the cradle of civilization, Mesopotamia brought significant cultural developments, including the oldest examples of writing.
The art of Mesopotamia rivaled that of Ancient Egypt as the most grand, sophisticated and elaborate in western Eurasia from the 4th millennium BC until the Persian Achaemenid Empire conquered the region in the 6th century BC. The main emphasis was on various, very durable, forms of sculpture in stone and clay; little painting has survived, but what has suggests that painting was mainly used for geometrical and plant-based decorative schemes, though most sculptures were also painted.

Dictated by ??????

Relative you might say
To what is shared today
Bound it is by those
Who dictate how you should be
What you should do
What you should wear
Fit into the crowd
Be a nonentity

Then power is held over you
By those who dictate the law
As they have done time immemorial

Wot a Way to Go!!!!

You do not dare where angels go
A coward you are
The only place for you
Where all is doom and gloom

You do not recognize the light in others
Having so very little in yourself
For what you see in others
Is what you have inside yourself

Proven have you in many ways
That this is so


Bound up in mediocrity
A product of your times
Churchianity preaches oh so loud
Ours is the only way
Agree I do
A way to hell

Good Riddance


So I do say
Please pretty please
Go your own way
Mayhap one day the light will shine in you
You will see clearly
Till then
Stay off my pages
Good riddance
Amen

The Countess....Blood Rites...Death Rides


The Countess a movie directed and starring Julie Depy is a quite shocking depiction of -Countess Elizabeth Bathory who in the 16th century used the blood of virgins to keep her looking young. a tale of vanity and horror

They

They keep on keeping on
Telling us the story of their lives
Warriors tall

They sleep the sleep of death
Dreaming of fantasy lands
Maidens all

They run amok
Through forests of trees
Never knowing whom they are

This and more

Death rode

Into the darkness of the night
Crept many monsters bold
Hit they did on all around
Villages and towns

Roads with bloody corpses strewn
None alive could be seen
Death rode

He jogged on his one eyed steed
Its teeth like daggers were
Sharp pointed

Youth Returns

The Countess once so beautiful
Now aged lined

A young lover she does take
And for him alone does break
With all humanity
Find she does that blood when rubbed
Upon her skin
Makes young again

Sheened dewy soft

Thus ventures she into a madness
Virgin's blood to drink and rub
Over body face and hair

Shining again
Without compere is she

The Cage

Her thirst for blood stronger it grows
A cage is built with dagger points
To pierce the skin
From which does flow
A bloody stream

Into this cage her victims are hung
Hundreds of them one by one
And all around the castle walls
People stare and shout
Murderess!

Her atrocities are known by now
Parents with their daughters flee
The hungry maw of the lady fair
But in all in vain

Find them she does

The End

Taken the fair Countess by the king
And walled up in a chamber small
To live without light rest of her life
But in the end blood wins again for her

She bites her wrist so slowly slow
Her blood runs forth till she is dead
Buried without ceremony she is

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Thursday, September 18, 2014

For Men and Women Too...but not for prudish ones...

Oh dear me...a piece for men and women too...some will rue and others just love the photos...choices always I give to you...for prunes best not to view!!!....

In plain view..

Bare asses
Love they do to show
In plain view
Beach and internet


Big breasts too
For all to see
But missing of the quality
That makes beauty come alive
Without the inner shining bright
Deadness in plain sight
Beauty only truly seen
When loving is inside
The rest a statue
Cold as ice   

Greedy for love...

Everywhere you find
Photos of such kind
Who think this the way to attract
Men of their dreams

Flatter them they do
Stroke their egos masterfully
Darling dear and all that stuff
Blandishments sickly they be

Glutinous women
Greedy for love

Loving of self

Such a shame
Forget they do
To love themselves
Caught up in pleasing others
Very silly thing to do

Peculiar it is indeed
Loving of yourself glows through
Radiance is seen

Beware...

Perhaps as they are today
I once was
Needy
Greedy
Trying oh so hard to please

Learned my lessons well indeed
Rapes and ravages my reward
Baring body that will do
Hungry men will always find


so take care when I am gone
for I am off to Oberon

quote: Shakespeare
ha ha ha...

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Vampyre Legend...How She was Made.....

Beginnings...

Cross fields and fen she flew
From those who hunted her
Smelled their fear she did
Like globules of rancid fat
Distilled from men

Night slunk behind dark trees
Rustling in bushes heard
Below the ground strange noises
She had risen

Clothed in corpse's bandages
Swathed round her lay
Long matted hair
Lips bloodied red

She raised her head and rose

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sB3Fjw3Uvc

He....

Streets brightly lit
People filled
Enjoying pleasures of the night
She did too
Looking all the time
Her next victim to make

Remembering how she fell
So long ago
Simple had been
At least she thought
To be singled out
By glorious man
Auburn locks on shoulders fell
Long slender fingers white
Eyes proud and dark

Made....

He held her arm
Smile so sweet
Surely no harm

Into the woods
Took her he did
Against a tree bent over her
Dampness began between her legs
His lips against her throat
So sensitive that place for her

Pierced her skin slowly at first
Soon gnawing hunger took its fill
Her life began to slip away
But first eroticism erupted
Between the two
Blazing orgasm shook them both
Then it was done

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

THOR and the Nine Kingdoms

Thor and the Nine Kingdoms

The mythical story of Odin and Thor and Asgard once again is a fable which reaches through time to inspire us today. And in the telling, you will find many truths for as it was, it is and as it is it was.
The mythical story of Odin and Thor and Asgard once again is a fable which reaches through time to inspire us today. And in the telling, you will find many truths for as it was, it is and as it is it was.

All Across Valhalla

From across lush green valleys and deeply bosomed hills came the sounds of harps and flutes and bells joining together in a cacophony of glorious music. Deep down into the chasms of Valhalla they penetrated bringing forth the dead warriors who abode there shaking their heads as if not believing in the music they were hearing for they had given up earthly delights and now lived in the dark underworld from which there was no return. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=npvJ9FTgZbM

Far above the darkness of that terrible place, the pure light of day sparkled on latticed buildings covered with gold. Trellises of gleaming basalt topped rose coloured stone columns, and temples with spiral columns and rounded bronzed cupolas marched across the plains. Granite walls surrounded multi-faceted tiled floors and above all the copper domes bulged upwards and outwards forcing the eye to ascend and traverse immense spaces.

Before The Ages of Man

In the days of yore, beings without physical form lived in this magical land. Long before the Sun and Moon and Earth separated, the mission of Hu-man was set forth. Many rounds of time would cover millions of years before the mission would be completed, one of bringing Loving to the earth planet.

The Great Spirit Lord instructed the Seven Lords of the Sun of the work that was to be done and thus, in time, the Nine Worlds were formed for each part of the planet belonged to particular Gods who could order the waves, the winds, the earth, the moon and the stars and have them move and change, and yet there was order within all.

On the Sun however the Seven Lords’ mission was still set and their Logos was the Word that was with the Great Spirit Lord and was the Great Spirit God, Odin the Great Father.

The Nine Worlds

The Nine Worlds consisted of glaciers and mountains, silent valleys where trees and forest grew lush and dense and bodies of water flecked the land with spume when the winds blew across their surfaces. Each World brought forth its own quality impressed upon it by the Seven Lords.
The World of the Salamondo, the Ents whose job was taking care of trees and foliage.

Muspel Heim, World of the Fire people empowered to contain the fires started by firebolts from the heavens when the Gods battled in the heavens.

Darkalf Heim, World of the Dwarves who dug deep under the earth looking for treasures.

Midgard, the World of Humans who populated the earth as it was known at that time.

Jotun Heim, the World of Giants and Giantesses constantly vying for power in the mountains and chasms.

Alfheim, World of the Elves who practiced white magic, rode on Unicorns and were known for their great beauty.

The Valkyrie, Women Warriors who carried the dead to their resting place in Valhalla.

Asgard, home of the Aesir Gods and Goddesses.

Vanaheim, home of the Vanir Gods who ruled over mist and soft rain and were peaceful Gods.

The Great Yggdrasil

The great Ash Yggdrasil grew through all these lands and was worshipped by those who gazed upon its silvery green leaves and golden trunk and long twining branches that reached up into the heavens. They placed their prayers in tiny, bronzed cases and buried them deep in the soil around Yggdrasil.

Out of one side of this world tree, a multi-coloured bow traced its way across the sky in a huge arc. Colours of red,a vibrant energy full of power and force, orange a continuing flow of energy, yellow bringing forth understanding,brilliant emerald green eschewing healing, azure blue for higher knowing and purple transmuting and changing and all who gazed upon this bow and prayed for the colours to work their magical qualities, knew their prayers would be answered.

this story will be continued as Part 11.