Dying swans They are gasping for air retching their last breath They had gathered to be with us to bring wisdom Yet you took their beautiful necks and strangled them Looked into their loving eyes and poisoned them With twisting hands you stole the golden promise Choked life from their broken hearts and beaten bodies I thought you were different not one of them not like all the others But you became far worse than the innocence killers More murderous than the greedy simpletons of yesterday You dressed as a queen in a gown of white feathers Spoke tongues of angels and whispered togetherness Forever was the promise you spoke so delicately They had gathered around us under the willow weeping Two young girls smiled sweetly as you held me A naked boy stood as silent as a statue before us Naivete perfumed the floral setting of our dreams We were beyond space entwined within time Together finally like two birds flying into eternity Your beautiful hand reached out to beckon them closer As the feathered flock encircled us like priests and priestess You smiled and they came nearer their fear falling behind them Come closer come into me i will never hurt you i promise They believed you in that moment they trusted us Then you took their necks and shook them violently One by one they lay jerking and shaking before me Their divine bodies in spasms like snakes burning The young cygnets dark eyes pleading with me Why did you do this why would she lie to us I turned to you in disbelief but you had disappeared And all that was left was green grass soaked in black tears  Wordz by ‘ Y ‘ MagickalChild A ‘MagickalChild’ is birthed whenever ‘The Other’ is communed with through the combined soul of creativity and intention. The Center of Everything In the self is a door Through the door is a dream Within the dream is a river Upon the river sits a boat On the boat rides a ghost This ghost is the dreamer The dreamer breathes pleasure The pleasure draws its breath The breath sucks and shivers The shivers show the way The way is even deeper Deeper than any measure The measure is timeless Timelessness whispers The whisperer tells us The teller unknowing The unknowingness knows us The knowing moves forward Forward into the chasm The chasm that swallows Swallows the serpent The serpent unwinds us The unwinding chaos The chaos shatters everything Everything we hold true The truth of the liar The liars bitter laughter That laughs at disaster The disastrous master The master of tensions The tension that binds us Binds us to the past The past of our ancestors The ancestors within the earth The earth is the cauldron The cauldron of transformation That transforms the raven The raven of knowledge The knowledge of forgetfulness The forgetfulness of wisdom The wisdom of giving The giving that saves us Saves our souls as we crumble The soul’s weight now lightened To the light of the spirts The spirits that dance The dance of creation Creating the gateway The gates to the garden The garden of splendour The splendour that opens The opening within us To the tree that trembles Its trembling shimmer That shimmers at its centre  THE CENTER OF EVERYTHING!  That shimmers at its centre Its trembling shimmer To the tree that trembles The opening within us The splendour that opens The garden of splendour The gates to the garden Creating the gateway The dance of creation The spirits that dance To the light of the spirits The souls weight now lightened Save's our souls as we crumble The giving that saves us The wisdom of giving The forgetfullness of wisdom The knowledge of forgetfulness The raven of knowledge That transforms the raven The cauldron of transformation The earth is the cauldron The ancestors within the earth The past of our ancestors Binds us to the past The tension that binds us The master of tensions The disastrous master That laughs at disaster The liars bitter laughter The truth of the liar Everything we hold true The chaos that shatters everything The unwinding chaos The serpent unwinds us Swallows the serpent The chasm that swallows Forward into the chasm The knowing moves forward The unknowingness knows us The teller unknowing The whisperer tells us Timelessness whispers The measure is timeless Deeper than any measure The way even deeper The shivers show the way The breath sucks and shivers The pleasure draws its breath The dreamer breathes pleasure The ghost is the dreamer On the boat rides a ghost Upon a river sits a boat Within the dream is a river Through the door is a dream In the self is a door  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''The series of images and poetry entitled 'MagickalChild' is an exploration into revealing the essence of the people involved through imagery / art / poetry, creating an invocation through Magickal intention to birth an aspect of themselves into the world'
Click on 'MagickalChild' link on blog to see more EnglandThis 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.  |
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