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Fallen Angel

5/26/2017

Fallen Angel

We came from heaven, falling from the sky
Like angels tumbling through the night
The seraphim’s scream their wrenching cry
Forgetfulness now claiming its delight

Oh how we wandered shaken and forlorn
Our senses shattered from what was done
The golden mantle now tattered and torn
Our withered wings singed from the sun

And how we yearned to sing the songs
That sung the celestial realms awake
Yet silence gripped our tethered tongues
Like dying swans on poisoned lakes

What of prayer and gods covenant to man
When so much suffering upon the earth
Our arms spread wide to touch the land
Our hearts entwined to her rebirth

This pain was caused by us after the fall
The gaping wound not well disguised
As we wait for harp songs budding dawn
The woe within her darkened eyes

And now we know the plight of every man
Of how it feels when praying to the wind
It’s only God that knows and understands
How angels cry for every hand that’s sinned

For every breath of life and love we take
An angel watches dreaming of the day
When we would raise our eyes and hearts again
And kneel on bended knee to pray

We would never want to see your likes again
So far fallen from the firmament
Your tears of love that washed our guilt away
Returned at last to those that were heaven sent

Fallen Angel: Jolinde Nijland
Photographer: Carlos diaz
Poet: Y.Zsigo

'MagickalChild'

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England

5/23/2017

England

This land is cursed

Its people are broken

The spirits of old, imprisoned

Its glorious past a gravestone

To many spells have been cast here

The demons bicker in the junkyards

Over busted souls and broken hearts

Big Ben rings out its last lament

Yet no one bothers to listen

All to busy to know they’re on a sinking ship

All to clever to realize they are drowning

And what of Brittania and the Castles keep

As if a lost underworld soaking in the sludge of sleep

Dripping with dark depression, swimming in its own sewage

I longed for your bright and brilliant return

Like a sailors wife who’s eyes weeping

Never leaves the salty seas horizon

I took courage and tried to stay the course

In the hope that honour would return

Now battered and broken

I leave these clawed torn shores behind me

No recompense, no real remorse

Just simple relief

In the deep understanding

That England

YOU ARE NO MORE.

The Withered Garden

5/15/2017

The Withered Garden

The garden weeps and withers
Surely all is lost, alone and dying
Where is the goat that kisses flowers
Where are the dancing Fay at twilight
Why has the moon gone silent
And the breeze standing still as stone

He’s alone here watching orchid’s flower
As Pan crys tears into the black river
Suffocating on smog and smoke
Her hand held like a crippled captive
She alone can call down the summer
Yet her fingers are now like broken bones

What have we done with the promise
That was given many moons ago
Under cherry blossoms fragrant scent
Where sweetness filled the waters
And perfumed petals from loves union
Spun and spilled through the hollow

It was only given as a gentle gift
A treasured moment soft as snow
That melted died and quivered
Now broken to the crooked winter
What has become of us, of our beauty
Now rotting in dark sunsets all alone.

Pan

4/27/2017

Pan

' How yet may it come to this
A life of pleasure and of bliss
Your playful presence in our midst
In love and laughter's decadence'

Poem; Y.Zsigo
Artwork; Diego Almeida

Wrath

4/8/2017

Wrath

You called me i came

So i called out your name

You ran screaming to reason

To love fear and hate

When all that was needed

Was to bow to your fate

You may not of known

The power you'd spoken

The seed's had been sown

The heart strings been broken

This was never a game

To be played with like children

Now we burn at the gates

Of the Gods of creation

Poem by Y.Zsigo

Demiurg by Mateusz Twardoch
http://dreamframes.artstation.com/

DREAMWEAVER II

3/20/2017

Dreamweaver II

' I found her alone sleeping, the rumble of her breathing seemed to shake the forest floor. I don’t know why but I just felt called to her. I passed through the long grass silently, like I was a ghost, until finally I found myself at her side. I felt strangely calm like nothing could hurt me, the sound of her breath now vibrating through my entire being.
The closer I got the more sleepy I became, until finally at her side I nestled into the nape of her neck seduced by her warmth and the low humming tone of her dreaming. '

'May Bear enter your Dreaming'

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DREAMWEAVER I

3/18/2017

Dreamweaver I

'What if i told you i had a dream and in that dream i found myself dreaming and in that dream i found myself dreaming and in that dream i found myself dreaming.
Until finally i awoke only to find myself dreaming !'

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The Kingdom

2/17/2017

The Kingdom

'All initiated woman and men are gateways to the kingdom, where its keeper and protector
is the Horned King and at its heart the seething breasts of the Great Mother.
Yet we do not belong there, for we are made of other stuff.
The Great Art is not just to enter this Garden of Splendours,
or abide to long in the Kingdom of Creation, but instead to return unscathed, enthused,
back into the middle world and to build a life upon it !'

Feed the Demon

1/22/2017

Feed the Demon

When battling ones enemies and those of imbalanced force that wish to influence negatively on us or our beloved's.
There is no need for warfare, no need for pacts with Demons of the same recourse.
All that is required is that ones enemy be fed to their own Demon, the one that has attached itself to them, the one that stole life force from others and that will now feed upon its host.
The one that called it forth into the world, influenced by the lies of all demonic force's, that if you side with them, if you agree at any level to their terms of so called empowerment, in hope of riches, glory and control, that eventually you to will meet your demise by the claws and lips of that which deceived them.
In this way the debt is balanced, the demon satiated, the enemy destroyed and the Shaman/Magician free to wander all Three Realms as he pleases !

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11/26/2016

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