Category: Poetry - Welcome to the House of Shamagika

I am Immortal

5/29/2016

I am Immortal

I am immortal,
Divine Principle.

I am crucified,
Upon a Grand Cross.

The road is my haven,
I am provocateur,
Instigator,
Trickster.

You will hate me,
You will blame me.

I am the devil's martyr,
The lost child of confusion.

All that you fear,
Will raise itself before me.

I am Oblivion.

The enemy of lies,
The wager of war's.

I battle illusion.

I am confident,
I am crowned,
With fire's that blaze,
At the borders of my Nation.

You will love me,
I will inspire in you poetry,

Pure insanity.

All that is unclaimed and unclean,
Will pour itself before me.

I will betray you.
For I am Wisdom.

What you are looking for,
I AM NOT.

All that you desire,
I FOREVER AM.

All that you fear,
Will consume you.

All you renounce,
Will devour you.

I am unconcerned,
I am centered.

Calm within my circle.

Both dark and light,
Embrace my inner knowing.

I am melancholy,
The font of inspiration..

Majestic Warrior,
God's Heathen.

I am slaughtered in the battle,
Yet never failing.

You cannot slay me.

I am vengeful, unrepentant, unceasing.

The knower of secrets..

All that you disown,
I harbour.

All that you deny,
I foster.

I stand alone at the edge of shadows.

Light bringer,
Gatekeeper,
Initiator.

Doorkeeper at the house of my master.

You who are unremitting,
Not worthy of this Great Mystery.

Shall cycle on this wheel of suffering,
Until the moment of your surrender.

For

I AM IMMORTAL

And none shall pass before me,
Who hath not yet faced their

INNER DEMON !

Magickal Childe

3/2/2016

Magickal Childe

Like a dark blossom
Pans inspiration
The sweetest sensation
That comes to you

Fruits of the night
Delicately delight
Drip from her lips
Like midnight dew

The Witch in her season
Needs no rhyme or reason
To summon this daemon
In front of you

Arcadia dreaming
No need to believe in
When everything’s gleaming
A golden hue

Seduced into pleasure
Beyond any measure
This ransomous treasure
Laid unto you

As we bow to desire
The great purifier
That forever inspires
The chosen few

So make magick from lust
In the heat of the thrust
As our will becomes dust
Like the burning yew

And when it is done
From the tongue of the sun
Comes the fiery one
So strong and true

Summoned into being
She rises and screaming
Declares to the four winds
I've come to you !

This magickal childe
So wanton and wild
Spellbound and beguiled
In azure blue

As love reaches its peak
In silence we speak
And our limbs become weak
As we breakthrough

And pass through into truth
That this fountain of youth
Like a balm, calms and sooths Whats in me and you

Now we rest on the bossom
Of every man and woman
What it means to be human
After the fall

I love you dear night
Now grow wings and take flight And pass into the light
As this word becomes true !

Poem by Y.Zsigo
Image & Model; Aileen X
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The Invincible Presence

2/7/2016

The Invincible Presence

This can either be read in the normal fashion,
or as a Divinatory poem.....

Simply sit with poem on screen, close eyes and sincerely pray for guidance.
Open you eyes and scroll randomly up and down the screen picking a
random line or lines from the poem, until you
have created your own stanza, or stanza's..

Then meditate on it meaning.

Its simply felt
Not much need be said
The rest is confusion

It emanates
Through everything
I'm lost to it

It breaths
We breath
Life breaths

It dies
We die
Life dies

Ever there
Behind and
In front of us

We rest
Upon its
Subtle surface

It knows
Itself
And no other

The rest
Is the parlour games
Of peasants

To be played
To be suffered
But never believed

Enjoy
The passing colours
They watch themselves

It is you
That creates
Separation

And when
Challenged
Deny it

And when
loved
Refuse it

Addicted
Lost
To isolation

Yet I
Am always
Here

Beckoning
Becoming
Creating

The bird
Fly's by
The window

The dying
Leaf
Falls

The snowdrop
Dissolves
In sunlight

The ballerina
Dances
Sublime

Music
Wafts through
The flowered garden

War
Comes to
The best of Nations

Try as you may
To create
Separation

To shatter
The love
Of lifetimes

You will
Never
succeed

I am
The rock
The foundation

The rivers
The roads
The rainfall

I can
Read you
Like a book

Then
Turn the pages
Beyond its ending

And then
Simply
Write another

I am everything
That ever was
And was not

You cannot
Deceive me
For I am deceit

You cannot
Relieve me
For I am relief

You cannot
Believe me
For I am belief

I am
Everything
Forever

I am
The ever knowing
Invincible presence.

Cascaria

2/4/2016

Cascaria

I had a dream last night,

You were in it......

You were running,

Yet going nowhere......

It was like you were suspended in time,

Racing, looking frantically behind you,

To a devil that wasn't there...

Your eyes were screaming,

Terror tore at your cheeks,

As you ran into nowhere...

I took a broken piece of cascarilla,

And drew circles in the air,

I blew cigar smoke from my lips...

Holy water dripped from my finger tips,

As I sung the sacred songs,

Until you were released,

From this infernal snare...

Ase !

The Phoenix

1/15/2016

The Phoenix

I was born on a dark wave
On a drunken moon
With a lions mane

At a crossroads of fire
Jinxed with riddles
Waiting for a name

Caught upon a crucifix
A grand cross
Falling from my feet

A screaming soul
Flying from heavens gate
Seared in astral heat

Snakes and ravens
Hissed and whispered
'Hes fallen from the stars'

Collapsing
From the infinite
To be in mothers arms

Hexed and broken
Even before
The gasping breath

Before death was life
Now fallen
Life was death

The jackals murmured
'Get used to this'
Your turn upon the wheel

It creaks and moans
Compounding souls
Crushed under the heal

You wont forget
The time you spent
With those who walked before

In fields of stones
Ancestors bones
Before they closed the door

This cross you bare
Will bare the weight
Of everyone you've known

Will weigh you down
And smash your will
Upon the anvils stone

And broken
You will rise again
The phoenix from the flame

And burn the lie's
That bought you here
Again, again, again

Your wings will sprout
And open wide
Your heart becomes the cup

Of alchemy
And dragons tails
On scales that lift you up

The sorcery
By which your made
Will lift you to your seat

A throne
Of gold and mystery
With worlds beneath your feet

And arms that crushed
The will to live
Now open to the skies

And heavens fire
Descends to earth
And burns within your eyes

Awake, awake
We call your name
Summoned from the pain

So everything
That burns away
Is left with just your name

Now wide awake
The worlds collide
And burst into the sun

Everything
Was made this way
To answer this question

Now riddles rhymned
This games complete
The jackals step aside

Into the light
For which we seek
And for ever will abide

Hail Odin

1/12/2016

Hail Odin

Odin's Quest after the Runes

I trow I hung on that windy Tree
nine whole days and nights.
Stabbed with a spear, offered to thee,
myself to mine own self given.
High on that Tree of which none hath heard
from what roots it rises to heaven.
None refreshed me ever with food or drink,
I peered right down in the deep,
crying aloud I lifted the Runes,
then back I fell from sleep.

Nine mighty songs I learned from the great
son of Bale-thorn, Bestla's sire;
I drank a measure of the wondrous Mead,
with the Soulstirrer's drops I was showered.

Ere long I bare fruit, and throve full well,
I grew and waxed in wisdom;
Word following word, I found me words,
deed following deed, I wrought them.

Hidden Runes shalt thou seek and interpreted signs,
many symbols of might and power.
By the great Singer painted, by the high Powers fashioned,
graved by the Utterer of gods.

For gods graved Odin, for elves graved Daïn,
Dvalin the Dallier for dwarfs.
All-wise for Jötuns, and I, of myself,
graved some for the sons of men.

Dost know how to write, dost know how to read,
dost know how to paint, dost know how to prove.
Dost know how to ask, dost know how to offer,
dost know how to send, dost know how to spend?

Better ask for too little than offer too much,
like the gift should be as the boon;
Better not to send than to overspend.
........
Thus Odin graved ere the world began;
Then he rose from the deep, and came once again.

{Hávamál - Sæmund's Edda, A small section fromThe Mythological Poem, edited and translated by Olive Bray}

The New Empire

11/30/2015

The New Empire

It took years to build this etheric web
Just for you i built this vision
Held it at my center, breathed it into being
Drew smoke from the distant land

Life from the Otherworld

I Whispered to the moonlight
Watched it grow into something
Something other than the lie we'd been given
The one they told us from birth

That, 'This is how it works'

That you should know better
Or suffer the whip of the Master
And never amount to anything
Other than the life here after

In secret and undercover

I summoned forth the webs of laughter
The tears of truth, through eyes of innocence
From the hearts of our forefathers
Those that prayed for us

In the dirt, on this earth

Now covered in invisible wires
Made to bind us to the unknowable liar
But i will not obey, i will not succumb
To the crack of his cane

Never will i surrender

I have dreamed in The New Empire
In the gate of my vision
Bathed it in the last drops of ocean
Cleansed and created

Patiently awaiting your blessings

So come forth my love
Kiss my hands awake
Call this dream to you
For i need your serene smile

Your swollen breast

Your hungry belly
Your ache for something better
Something better than this
Where we are once again together

In perfect peace

Unbound and unfettered
Released from these chains
Free from false claims
To explore the impossible

And dream beyond our measure

Spirit Wolf

11/17/2015

Spirit Wolf

There’s a Spirit Dog lives in my house,
Unable to bark, he’s always hungry.

Searching for tomorrow,
Baying at windows edge.

He’s been forgotten,
No one listens.

Marked by lightning,
Blue chromed eyes'

Ever moving,
Hunting the invisible weapon.

Something’s in the corner,
It beckons.

Pawing at hidden treasure,
Sniffing dusted air.

Ghost dogs dancing,
Howling to the New Winter.

The time has come,
All will soon be over.

I’m reminded of memories past,
When we too danced together.

Like wild children.
Round fires made of cedar.

Wolf skins on bare backs,
Shaking down the future.

Time has returned to sender,
The songs we sung together.

Huddled round,
In this small room,

Still scratching at the corners,
Like Spirit Wolfs,

Remember ?

Rainsbow

11/10/2014

Rainsbow

The colors arc across the sky
From sea to land from land to sea

Our presence mighty and sublime
So may it be, so may it be

The weather pours forth from the sky
Uncovers me and covers me

The distance between space n time
Eventually succumbs to thee

The howling wolves run with the wind
In meadows green and pastures green

From this still place that looks within
As yet unseen the young girl dreams

And we alone cling to the trees
That sing to us like evergreens

The spark that pierces with its light
And heats the heart like honey bees.

The Wound of Woman

11/7/2014

The Wound of Woman

Why do you hurt so bad,

Why are you so insecure and scared of love.

Why are you so misunderstood.

Like a child tremblingly alone, in a garden of snakes.

What was it that put you there,

Was it man.

Are we to blame ?

Did we hurt you so deeply,

That now in this moment of love,

You are unable to see it,

To feel it.

Does it remind you of what was lost,

Does it echo past hurts so violently,

That you crush this budding flower before it breaths its first blossom.

I want you to devour me with your hidden rage,

I wish to be torn limb from limb,

Like the tree in the garden,

The one that we sat under,

In the sun,

Kissing.

Before the storm tore at its branches.

I want you,

I want your violence,

I want your innocence,

I want your tenderness,

I want your pain.

I want the poison that you promised you would never serve me,

In a goblet forged from flame.

But i will only drink,

If first you touch your lips,

Upon the banks of this raging river.

For it was never man that could heal you.

But only you yourself,

All along,

That could embrace,

The wound of woman.

Old Snaggle Tooth

11/6/2014

Old Snaggle Tooth

From snaggle tooth to cloven hoof,
Ere comes this way though babes and youth,
May not be told all that is truth.

For when it comes to Jack the Green,
All may appear not as it seems,
Ere whisked away o’er clouds a dreams.

Pray tell us of his horns of gold,
His furrowed brow and eyes so bold,
Ere looking on to times retold.

Of legends past, on brighter days,
That call his songs sung on the breeze,
That make me swoon and fall to my knees,

In reverence to such splendid scenes.

Of gardens green, with fruit so ripe,
Illuminating Faery light,
That pushes back the darkest night.

Protector o’er the sacred grove,
Come out so I may see ya soul,
That’s carved into this wooded knoll.

In every place and everything,
I see ya face and all ye bring,
And in God’s grace does my heart sing,

There, in the glade, with ye again.

Photo by © Barbara Vidal. www.fantomatik75.blogspot.com

In the House of the Good Spirits

10/29/2014

In the House of the Good Spirits

I live in the House of Spirits,
They watch from every corner,
Whispering messages to me.

I heed their words,
I listen intently to their whispers,
They tell me the way of things to be.

They retreat when you enter,
They sense the demon in you,
They armour me with weapons.

I will smile politely,
Lead you to my table,
And ask you to dine with me.

Every word deception,
Every movement a lie,
You have come to trick me.

To steal my power,
To befriend me in your disguise,
And tell me you love me.

That you wish to join me,
On this great adventure.
To stand by my side and share in its glory.

But the spirits have touched me,
My head trembles,
Gently from the inside.

I say ' Mmmm, maybe '
'It was good to see you,
But for now, just leave me be.'

The demon wakes from his slumber,
And through your eyes,
Stares straight back at me.

' What is wrong with you ? '
' Don't you love me ? '
' You know im only here for you . '

The wolf enters,
I retreat within, smiling,
Yet flash my sharpened teeth. '

'Why, should I leave,'
'Don't you care for me ?'
'You know this was meant to be'

But I can see its poison,
I can sense its deceit,
I know its need to capture me.

I take the chain from under my feet,
And shake it till the snakes come
Sliding through the streets.

I howl and growl,
Then summon sleep,
As I watch you drop before me.

It was never you who was the jester,
But i instead,
Who have come to slay thee.

I who made the deal,
With those that walk,
In the places inbetween.

I who's flame engulfs thee,
In a fire made from
The fallen gates of Hades.

Take these poison flowers,
And leave them at the altars,
Of forgiveness.

Hope and pray,
He will forgive thee,
As I rage with the light of my fathers.

In a moment, you are dust,
That which moves you,
Has been broken.

The truth of your lies,
Flashes before you,
Like dying insects in fire.

The spirits whisper,
' We love you', I believe them.
They have spoken.

They protect me from all things hidden,
In the shadows,
Of what presents itself as beauty.

But is instead,
The false prophetess,
That falls like ash before me
.

Shar Man

8/20/2014

Shar Man

Transcending i slip Between the Worlds
Into the Other Land
The place where This and That dissolves
Behind the Hidden Hand
And into the Sky of Togetherness
Somewhere beyond myself
Yet within us all
I meet my own destruction
Dissolve smiling Into Oblivion
My skin peels open, as my heart trembles
Dissolving into Everything
First the Endless Night
The Void of all Being
That floats Endlessly into Nothing
Scattered to the Four Celestial Winds
And there at the Edge of Time
It awaits my Becoming

They gather round on Silent Wings
Hold my Essence and return it to me
Not the person that left the Stone Harbour
But a New Thing a New Becoming
As yet unnamed, Unknown yet the same
Refreshed from Starlights Gaze
Then life is blown back into creation
The Breath from Beyond the Curtain
The Whisper that has always Known my Name
And they Sing in Rapturous Thunder
And Call me to my Fate
As waves from the Cosmic Ocean
Comes crashing through my brain
I surf this Bolt of Lightning
Back through bright Astral Planes
Gathering the Helpers, as i toil to my task
And come tumbling through the Ethers
Back to the Land of Masks

A sudden breath that rips my soul
And lands me to my feet

The Changling changed and rectified
A brand New World to meet.

Shamanarchists

7/29/2014

Shamanarchists

There are no limitations to Our Magic

We are Shamanarchists

Summoning from multiple realms of reality

All traditions melt in the arms

Of dancing Chaos

There are No Limitations

Only our Imaginationz

So summon Pan, call on Eagle

Pray to the Angels, dance like Devils

Pull from the Unseen world

Limitless Power, limitless possibilities

Until we walk in this world

As we will one day walk with Our Ancestors!

.

Poem by Y. Zsigo
Photo by Kiki Toao
Used with kind permission from 'The Shamaniac Movement'
http://theshamaniacmovement.wordpress.com/

Two Handed Man

5/6/2014

Two Handed Man

Two handed man
Has snake in his boot
Soot from the fire
Cryin the blues

Two handed Man
Has love on his wrist
That winds like a whirlwind
Circles n twists

Two handed man
Holds the white plate
Cooling down tempests
Tempering fate

Two handed man
Listens while laughing
Cracks open the sky
Calls down tha lightning

Two handed man
Marks a cross in the dirt
Lights a white candle
Healin the hurt

Two handed man
Makes the sweet waters
Binds husbands to wives
And marries their daughters

Two handed man
Carries chains in his pocket
Lodestones for good luck
Horse hair in a locket

Two handed man
Has scars on his skin
From dancing with devils
The angels of sin

Two handed man
Takes money for tricks
Burns wood for the fire
With nine eggun sticks

Two handed man
Casts shadow n light
A shade for the morning
A candle at night

Two handed man
Sleeps, with one eye open
With pots for the Gods
While others lay broken

Two handed man
Both hated n loved
Talks with the ravens
Sings with the doves

Two handed man
Prays at the chapel
Digs in the graveyard
Shakin his rattle

Two handed man
Lays down to rest
A cross in his pocket
A gun in his vest

Two handed man
Loved the day and the night
Both sides of the coins
That now rest on his eyes.