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The Powerhouse of Potential

8/24/2017

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The Powerhouse of Potential

'If the Gods and Spirits are anything at all they are creative potential. Offering vision and power to those with the integrity to wield it, but make no mistake it is our truth that create's from this powerhouse  and it is our lies and games that destroy it ! 
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MAGIKALCHILD

8/11/2017

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MAGIKALCHILD

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Fallen Angel

5/26/2017

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Fallen Angel

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

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'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
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DREAMWEAVER I

3/18/2017

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Dreamweaver I

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'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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Ode to Herne

9/22/2016

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Ode to Herne

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Oh, to dream of Herne and the pleasures there in, 
Lies a selkies dream of oak trees daubed in golden mistletoe.
Tales tell of sweet honey nectar,
Drawn from parasitic roots leaves and berries.
Mabon be the child,
That on the day of its kindling,
Be bathed thrice in the sacred pools of Annwn.
Harpies call to those such as these,
That ponder plant life and poetic in their searching,
Seek the gift of the Golden tongue.

Taliesin’s tempered telling, told of tales,
Twinkling in twilights tasting.
Amergin quelled with rosemary rhymes,
Of gifts to be taken, 
With those who dare to dawdle down dingily dells,
Of dew drops dripping from the lips of the Queen of Fay.
You my Queen of all hearts seeking, 
Who’s bed of pettaled pou porri pours pleasures on my thick skin.
You the Queen of summers game ,
Wild huntress of the morning.
Rise up from your Fairie fort and shower me in blessings.

Wide eyed wandering wonderers of willow trees winding their spindling vines, 
Through nooks and crannies of old wives tales telling.
Deep into this sodden earth and boulders of basilled breads burnt backing,
Betrothing of their making.
Worms of wooded wild wilderness,
Intent on investigating.
Baal and Bacchus,Dionysius dreaming,
Arianrod, Hecate ,Demeter’s distant calling.
Lead us through this Devic dance onwards towards your dwelling
And there beside the Queen of Fay,
My bed lies for the making. ​
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Magickal Childe

3/2/2016

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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 !
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Poem by Y.Zsigo
Image & Model; Aileen X
https://www.facebook.com/Aileen-132274870177756/?__mref=message_bubble
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