Category: Poetry - Shamagika

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/

Ode to Herne

9/22/2016

Ode to Herne

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.

The Initiation

9/8/2016

The Initiation

Before salvation comes damnation.

It is in fact this descent into darkness that IS the Initiatory process.

The place where all fears, pains and demons surface to devour the unwilling victim.

There is never any guarantee of success, in fact if this process were not life threatening, it would not truly be Initiatory.

Only when every last morsel of mortality has been devoured and the final spark of one’s essence is cast deep within the crooked pot.

Only then when the Great Mother, the birther of souls, reduce's one’s spark to complete finality does the alchemical process truly occur.

Only then when the last thought trembles and is lost, will she birth a new soul.

Back up through the searing heat, gasping its first breath, into and beyond the gates of the
3 realms.

Where the spirits of the sky decorate and dress the now dancing specter.

Not in the attire of old, but instead in the gleaming new rags of the twice born.

Now adorned in the bellowing ribbons of rebirth that float gently back down to the quivering earth.

No longer alive or dying but instead revived, released from the land of the dimming lights.

Changed, transformed, now unrecognizable,

Except to the dark mother that birthed them.

The Garden of Desire

6/23/2016

The Garden of Desire

Once again she has entered me,
I am embraced,
In loves delight.

She is like subtle smoke,
Incense of Divine king's,
Inspiration's keep..

How she calls to me,
Draws me from my slumber,
Sings me from my sleep.

I enter the walled garden,
She holds the key,
Opening herself to me.

I who have wandered,
Weary from the battle,
Tired of the dreaming.

I who have called you,
Sung to you,
Just to sing myself to sleep.

I who have fallen,
Like dark angels wing,
Deep into the night.

I who have wailed,
And roared,
Unto this bloody fight.

I who have slaughtered,
And been drunk,
From the blood of men.

I who have angered,
All who stood in my way,
To find you once again.

I who have died,
In the arms,
Of sin.

Have now risen,
Been lifted, ascended,
From this shallow mire.

Held, caressed,
In your Divine,
Embrace.

And now made whole,
Returned unto,
This garden of desire.

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
https://www.facebook.com/Aileen-132274870177756/?__mref=message_bubble

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 ?