Tag: Metaphysical

There Once was a Man Who Looked, But couldn’t see.

There once was a man who looked but couldn’t see. He was smart for he studied constantly. 
But for all his knowledge, he couldn’t see. 
He couldn’t see what life was. In all his studying he lost sight of what’s important. Sure he knew math, and science, stars, and even religions.
But what he found in studying he lost in
Life.

He lost what life was and what it could be, 
For He was the man that looked but couldn’t see

The Elven Fire

Shaneise, a little birdie told me of your b-day.
There is so much good stuff for her to say.
You’re the only one shes ever connected.
So deeply, as if by universe, you were selected,
And your fashion sense does apparently slay.

So just like her sister’s poem before you,
You get a very special rhyming tale too
A tale of a woman so natural and wise
One who helps others in a state of demise
Adding yet another Gryffindor to the slew

This tale will be of a magical woman
That was bound to no mortal man
She came from the land of dragonshire
And to be a fashion model she did aspire
To show the world her skin ever so tan

But little did she know about her past
Of how much magic her line had amassed
900 years of magic concentrated down
Now triggering the final countdown
To the cleansing of the great Belfast

1000 years ago the great seer saw
Images of when the land would thaw
‘Tis when the great evil will be free
To corrupt from the land to the sea
But he wouldn’t be any ole outlaw

As Shaneise was born way too soon,
Another born to an Aquarian moon,
She was left to a fragile single mother
But then she was passed to another
As the sun rose on a hot day in June

Taken away before she could learn
About the inner magics that burn
So she led a eccentric girl’s unique life
Accompanied by lots of grief and strife
From a mother that was greatly stern

The ragged clothes she always wore
Greatly affected her to her very core
So every day she plotted her escape
For a life that she could reshape
And by that she absolutely swore

One day she saw an opened door
An escape she could easily score
For there was a call for females tall
To model in Belfast and bare it all
This was what she was made for

She arrives to the Celtic city
Looking like grace and beauty
The city was sprawling and grand
Ready for molding at her hand
And not ready for one so pretty

From here the story gets good
In a land where evil once stood
A pretty little wood elf now resides
In fashion she makes great strides
Magically weaving cloak and hood

But then a strange thing occurred
When she read an ancient word
Her unseen runes went neon
Her magic now fully turned on
Her vision blurry and words slurred

The power rushed through her core
Dropping her to the cold hard floor
She rose with rune tattoos glowing
Strength and power now overflowing
The elf is now ready for the new war

As the shockwaves rocked the nine hells
And penetrated the space-time parallels
Lord Dughall new the time had come
And sounded the demon war drum
Into Shaneise flooded ancient spells

The Lord Mayor unleashed the nether
The tear brought dark, stormy weather
The people of Belfast dropped to knees
Uttering prayers in repeats of threes
But Shaneise pulled them all together

As unimaginable evil rapidly descended
The entire town she fervently defended
earth, air, fire, water, and aether merged
So that the horrible evils could be purged
In the beautiful lands that were contended

Lord Dughall descended to the battle field
With is demon enchanted sword and shield
Shaneise’s power was almost depleted
But the Lord Mayor was overly conceited
The young elf refused to get herself killed

With her strength now almost expended
She lifter her head with her arms extended
With her last breath, she dug deep within
And the runes lifted off of her elven skin
The explosion had time and space bended

As evil was defeated and nether closed
Shaneise’s body lay lifeless and exposed
But the story wasn’t over for the heroine
The girl from Gryffindor had narrowed in
Primrose came and her life was reimposed

The Demiurge

When chaos and tragedy emerge
Before the eyes life’s events merge
To look up is many people’s urge,
But No matter where beliefs diverge,
Almost all paths eventually converge
And bring us back to the demiurge
What matters is where we splurge
Which things we choose to purge
And that we don’t become a scourge

The Imbolc Sonnet

As the women prepare baths
And the men start the bon fires
The floating rose pedal halves
Cold gives way to warm desires

Effigies of Brigid dressed in lace
To welcome in spring fertility
Blessed by Brigid in this place
There is an increase of virility

The seeds are thus planted
In advance of spring showers
While the goddess enchanted
Come spring comes flowers

The cold and dark near the close
As the bucks move in on the does

The Call

As a kid I felt the spirit’s call
But as an adult came the fall
The dream to preach deferred
But recently, to me, it occurred
That I still had that damn call

But it wasn’t to Christian preach
Instead all metaphysics to teach
As I woke from spiritual slumber
I learned my life path number
Passing on wisdom is my outreach

You see, the message reoccurred
In so many lucid dreams deferred
In dream after dream, I am a leader
One who is a great freedom feeder
This all may seem quite absurd

In a past life that may not be on Earth
I was rune maker of home and hearth
That occurrence was passed as a dream
But then came the one of leading a team
A single war mage of the highest worth

The more I resisted the spiritual call
The more I saw all my life plans stall
Eventually ideas from wisdom stirred
No longer was the call to be deferred
Once I glimpsed into the Akashic hall

I know now that teaching is my gift
To pass wisdom to bridge the rift
As the planet begins to awaken
My path will be hard and shaken
But I must no longer defer my gift

As I step forward to lead the charge
I hope to help the masses at large
To help guide them to awakening
As the shift seems to be hastening
Then we will help the earth recharge

Let me be testament to a dream deferred
And my knowledge be thus transferred
That others can stand on my shoulders
Without stumbling over the boulders
To leave the dimension we called third

A Frightening Revelation

He points to the house and asks
If I can see past all the masks
But I see and feel nothing crazy
Then my vision goes all hazy
As he gives me more tasks

“Do you feel anything here?”
As if I’m some sort of sightseer
But I do sense agony on site
As if there was some blight
Then we walk to the rear

As I come to the cattle lands
I touch the rails with my hands
A heavy burden push down
I feel like I’m about to drown
And drop into the cold sands

Visions of death and decay
Fires that burn it all away
Thousands of cattle dead
All of them sick in the head
Death the mad cow way

As the pain overwhelms me
I am barely able to give my plea
For it all to stop and disappear
“Relieve me of their great fear”
And all the death that I can see

The man touches my forearm
And tells me of no need to alarm
That he is my guardian angel
And that I gave him a new angle
About this little cattle farm

I awaken from my nightmare
And at my ceiling, I just stare
Wondering if this was cognition
Or some weird premonition
that I need to know where

Six months later, thousands die
Fires burn them right as they lie
Many a cattle were lost then
And the pain came back again
As I watched the smoky sky

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

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