Category: writing

The God of War

To Christians and Muslims the same
One true God, just a different name
They believe in him ever so blindly
But their actions are not so kindly
There is no winner in this game

Let us begin with the Crusades
Fighting in the holy land decades
Many many lives lost for a land
That is full of God damn sand
To other religions throw shades

Now let’s move on to the trial
We all know. There’s no denial
That blind faith led to much death
Burned, hanged, or loss of breath
Malleus Maleficarum. Book so vile

Some sixty thousand witches slain
Because men had something to gain
Following blindly, they couldn’t see
That the church wanted controlability
And that, with witches, went in vain

How can they believe they are correct
When the Bible had a great disconnect
It tells similar stories to other religions
But those predate it more than a smidgen
Of course Christians will always deflect

The lesson here is obviously clear
They hear what they want to hear
And to blindly follow something
Means you don’t see everything
And blindness leads to great fear.

The Magus and the Witch

She draws power from the moon
She’ll dance to a wicked tune
And push him to his upper limit
Then cast spells. Candles dim lit.
With her touch he will swoon

The wild feminine of the witch
Satisfies the magus’s sexual itch
His muse. His inspirational bae
A love poem that will not sway
This is the power of the witch

The snakes cometh out to see
The high vibrations, that of she
Like insects flight into the light
Her charm he can not truly fight
But, likewise, the magus is her he

For all the power she possesses
Her love she ultimately confesses
For in him she finds solid ground
And fight for him to be around
To him she moves and coalesces

The Witches’ Runes

I gaze upon the water from the hill
Everything is so unnaturally still
Lightning and thunder start to hit
I fear there’s about to be some shit
The calm before the storm I feel

On second glance I see lit runes
Summoning witches’ typhoons
Evil has corrupted the lands
Tis now in the witches’ hands
To destroy the evil tycoons

The runes rise into the sky
And lightning strikes from high
The elite tycoons’ armies fall
Lightning jumps like a ball
The tycoons’ time is nigh

When the shit hits the fan
Rises the witches of the land
The sisters of earth and moon
Elemental forces released soon
Under their perfect little plan

When the earth is in pain
Witches remove the stain
And they don’t give a damn
Even if you are their fam
Evil you won’t do again

Remember the lesson here
Witches hold the land dear
And come to her very aid
When evil is fully conveyed
There’s not much they fear

Fat Bottom Girls

I decided to break from the mystic
For a message that’s quite simplistic
You see today a saw a poster board
It had a message that I quite adored
About a certain lower body aesthetic

This goes out to all the lasses
It’s ok for you to have fat asses
Sport those tight jeans. Be a lil spunky
Like salsa, best to be thick and chunky
And show those curves to the masses

The Pragmatic Otorhinolaryngologist

I heard about an otorhinolaryngologist
The doctor was extremely pissed
For his patient had an obsession
Sadistic in each painful session
I’m sure you get the very gist

Being the pragmatic thinker type
The doctor was used to swap swipe
To test for ear, nose, or throat disease
But his patient was just a gross sleaze
The doctor jus didn’t see the hype

Sympathy was the doctors true gift
So you can see why he was so miffed
Being sensual was his main game
To hurt would bring him much shame
Between the two was a bit of a rift

But the story gets better from here
The patient was an androgynous dear
Female up top, male down below
The patient had the whole show
Tits and a schlong to be perfectly clear

Sadism aside, one thing was absolute
The patient was a hilarious lil hoot
With pick up lines and jokes a plenty
(S)he was actually a spark of divinity
Perfect in a miniskirt or even in a suit

With big gorgeous eyes like emerald
(s)he could leave a room utterly leveled
A unique flower in the land of the free
A mosaic of masculine and female divinity
And quite a hell of a seductive little devil

But the doctor was still so conflicted
His morals had become contradicted
Oh the aporia of labeling her a she
Because some parts made him a he
But doc gave in and became addicted

Gorgon Nomore

Medusa with your head of snakes,
Perseus is there for Zeus’ sake!
With his reflective shield up high
Your death has become quite nigh
And now your head is on the stakes

Perseus, return home concealed
Let not Medusa’s head be revealed
Be patient with the story’s tone
And keep them from being stone
In completion the story is sealed

The Keeper of the Flame

The kids play ring around the rosy
As adults snuggle and get all cozy
Golden flames rise from the fire
Expanding thought and desire
The occasional boop on the nosy

The fires and the dotted star lights
Are the joys of these cold winter nights
‘Tis what we call the snuggle weather
When its just cold enough for a sweater
With the absence of mosquito bites

As she stares at the magical flames
The mighty fire she subtly tames
Radiating warmth to the others
Learned from the earth mothers
The fire moves where she aims

With the human witches they stay
But their magic comes from the fae
Taught to bring warmth and light,
They brighten the darkest of night
Protecting us from the icy decay

Symbiosis between worlds chained
Is why the fae are human trained
Without one the other will fall
A few brave fae answer the call
So that the balance is sustained

Their path is filled with great strife
But they are the protectors of life
Keeping both worlds warm and cozy
The worlds’ many secrets knows she
To which her skills are sharp and rife

Thompson and the Dog part 1

Thompson, on his way home late one night, is on the phone. One the other end of that phone call is one mad lady. 

Now this lady she is mad that much is true,
But for Thompson there was naught he could do.
This lass is the type to throw feelings at the drop of a dime,
And all Thompson could do was give it a little time.

They are in love you see. It may not be “developed”, and some may call it “puppy” love, but to them you see, it is real. We can’t discredit how they feel because we may have “been through this” ourselves. They feel every bit of love, and sadness, and “neglect” just as much as developed relationships, but theirs is a rollercoaster. Everything they feel is multiplied infinitely because they are new to love. They need time to figure out how it works. They will be fine, trust me. 

When Thompson and the lass are together the world doesn’t move,
But when they are apart, to each other, everything they must prove.

Now being on the phone, both upset about how they can’t always be together, Thompson needs to pull over. He knows he is distracted. He sees the hazards and aims to eliminate them. He gets out and sits on his tailgate until they can both tell each they love each other enough that they actually believe it. After a couple of minutes that time has come. They each say they love each other and tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

After he hangs up, he hears a sound. It’s not a normal sound you would hear on a dark highway going through the woods in the middle of the night, so he investigates. It’s not far in the woods until he finds it. It’s a dog. A little skinny from lack of food but no worse for wear. The dog, which Thompson notices is a boy, seems a little odd to him. It seems to react in ways that someone would if your were having a conversation. It seems the dog is a little more expressive than a normal dog. Strange indeed. But let’s proceed. 

Now Thompson has found a dog in need. 
But who needs whom more?
For both of them, what lies in store?
To the end of this tale you must read
So to the next part we will proceed.

The Awakening

Most of her life was in a slumber
But then she saw an angel number
As she began to open her eyes
She started to undeniably realize
That her life had been quite somber

As she became more blissfully aware
Her gifts manifested almost everywhere
First she felt vibrations of crystals
Then visions firing like little pistols
And they got stronger from there

She felt connected to the source of all
And followed the universe’s subtle call
Everything was now great in her life
She got degreed and became a wife
She was great and was having a ball

Then came the dark night of the soul
For a solid year she was dark as coal
She no longer felt presence of the One
It felt as if everything had been undone
As if she was spiraling in a black hole

Then finally she realized the reason
For the dark night’s ugly treason
There were many issues to purge
So that her powers further surge
For that, the dark had to squeeze in

As she realized she was in the dark
She was forced to confront the mark
That mark scarred by her karmic past
But her work was precise and fast
And she once again felt her soul spark

Then she entered into the void stage
Where it’s not quite time to re-engage
Because purging karma requires rest
So that she can rise to be her best
With wisdom and power; a great sage

She then went into the grounding phase
Her gifts and power began to raise
But this time more grounded in reality
Manifestations came in more easily
Her life was no longer filled with haze

Then finally, she came into her purpose
She was no longer anxious of nervous
Walking in the path of her life mission
Unhindered by any external condition
With her energetic body in great surplus