Year of Prophecies

OM (Operator's Manual)

Thu, 16 May 2013 18:42:26 -0400

OPERATOR’S MANUAL
notes playing to a theme

http://om2317.wordpress.com/

it’s not you; it’s me

I told myself this silly story

I’m telling it today to clear the fog away

make of it what you will

or try again tomorrow to see

if my stories speak to you

artmonia: Pollen Princess by Narm.

Sun, 05 May 2013 23:01:06 -0400

artmonia:

Pollen Princess by Narm.

the year of prophecies has ended

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 16:33:00 -0500

find my ongoing journey here in the PostApocalypse:

http://www.tumblr.com/blog/postapocalypse13

http://postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/

dance into the new year

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 17:09:00 -0500

Enter Dancing
That liminal space
Between my body and air waves
Creates a dance.
Fluid form.
There is salvation,
Thunder from the heavens,
Tears and lightening,
A host, a feast, a conflagration.
There is laughter.
The dance takes me up
In her motherly embrace,
Holds me softly,
Listens closely,
Takes in all my sorrow,
Lets me fly.
Tell me I can dance
The world becomes a mystery
an ecstasy, a history
of all who dance
for the joy
for the taste
of pure enchantment
in midst of the everyday
in this instant every wish
is granted
in the play
— body with bliss —
of celebration
Bliss enchanting melody
movement in twosome candidly
gliding beyond duality
beyond mundanity
essence of dance
Teach Peace
Dancing in the classroom
Body wisdom
Reaches through neural pathways
regenerates whole to whole
soul to soul
touching life
exactly
I feel you in my mind, my spine
Feel me dancing
elongating muscles
extending connections
Winter Solstice
The darkness descends.
As we cry out for warmth and light
Our voices turn to spirit-imbued song
Our frantic movements against the cold
turn to ecstatic dancing.
We take comfort from each other’s warmth
and celebrate the life within
struggling to survive.
‘Tis the season to relearn the magic
As we share our heavy burdens
of fear and despair.
Joining hands, dancing ‘round the fire,
we raise our sight to the sky
and each day,
the days get lighter.
When Galaxies Dance Together
Startled stars gasp and bow
Great Time takes a break between
“then” and “now”
All of eternity swirls into certainty
then back out into wavicle trance
in the throes of a pose
where it stops no one knows
or whether
forever
Galaxies Dance Together
a bowl of water
Deepest indigo
An image of Goddess dancing with Gods,
deep within the water expressing
transient quality of dance,
expressing moment to moment in body bliss
in deep commitment to the flow
Drink the image, dance to the magic
Feel deeply Feel joy
Streaming in and out of consciousness, I don’t know what I know.
I feel,
but fleetingly.
I feel exhiliration and fear. I feel so abysmally sad, so
ecstatically unbound, so small and insignificant, so rebellious and angry,
so tired, so endlessly used up, so guilty, so abused, so resigned, so itchy
to be free,
so overwhelmed, so stagnant, so magickal, so impossible, so
dangerously close to the edge
yet happy to be here dancing on the head of a
pin too small to do other than fly.
There is magic.
There is the ability
to send out energy
and have it return
as your heart’s desire.
There is a magical path that will take us there
once we have the courage and grace to find it.
Like the end of the rainbow
with its pot of gold,
it’s tied up in koans and hidden between the
dimensions.
The only thing I know to do is dance.
“10 things to do to draw up creative energy”
dance
daydream
worry with logic
delve into feelings
play with words and meanings
take a play journey to impossible possibilities
web surf; idea surf; ride a wild wave
face down a demon to discover your other faces
read of random wisdom
dance!
A confluence of ripples
scoops up objects of prophetic reclamation
(seen smaller in the glass-eye of science)
readies to set off more forceful expression
Elemental reaction
Metamagick metamorphoses
any body’s guess
Smooth glide out of cavernous hiding
into buoyant seas
Gala release to navigate (no hesitation) past
history’s
sunken shore
— to explore, forward
— captivated, not captured
Fleet from soul to feet, swim enraptured
immersed in the only delightfully lighted path
Form flows with function
at last, riding elegant waves
gracefully, recreated
as dance
Lullaby of Light
Ride a stallion of snow to the heart of your dreams
Imbibe the sweet nectar of endless romance
Twirl into the world of magic and melody and dance.
Send out twinkling moonbeams as smiles of delight
Gift us all with love’s vision of bountiful peace
Pour out joy that every beauty filled impulse increase.
Find a song that fills your heart
Feel a beat that sets you free
Embrace the dance of who you’re meant to be.
Simple Things
“We need to believe in simple things.”
She said with a curtsy and a smile
And with that proceeded to
change her shoes and dance.
The wind and the waves seemed to chant
in flute and fiddle and drum
played by the white-robed ones behind her
As she danced out a story of love and remembrance
and, yes, simple things.
So a vision was made to appear
before the hypnotized crowd.
The clock struck backwards and forwards
through seasons and ages
Not of Czars and Wars and Events or Inventions
But leaves falling, snow drifting, folk singing,
birds calling, children laughing, bread cooling.
And soon the crowd became a joyous dancing throng
of beaming folk,
each remembering special moments,
breaths of air on dew-dropped dawns of spring,
or the warmth of a loved one’s hand,
or a birdsong.
And she spoke once more before dissolving
into the mist in a warm sparkling glow:
“Believe not in salvation nor sin nor in reward —
we must live as we can,
and believe in simple things.”
Mythopoesis
Reality enrobed in symbols
Where would we be outside our trance?
Ecstatic in the sunrise
Open to the rainbow rays
Moving, life within the dance
Each cell, each system, synchronized
Vibrating to celestial tones
Each jagged lonely fragment
Joyfully bonded, created anew
Sent on to chance.
Enchanting
(for Kala Snowflower)
Magical child, the world awaits you
Not just this place,
any world you care to grace,
relate to, turn your lovely face to.
“We love you”
sing the winds, the seas,
the creatures large and small
“We love you always”
Singing and dancing long into the night,
you turn it into day.
Play that haunting melody.
It moves you into dance,
into a chance to name your trance,
to name us all
as we dance before your eyes.
The skies will dance for you,
will open wide their hearts of stars.
Sparkling through the night,
Shining into day.
You play.
All of creation dances to your song.
We dance with you,
creating worlds of joy.
Standing here before you, I want to take your hand
to be swirled up into a magical dancing
to be taken to worlds of beauty entrancing
to give you the will and the wonder to set you free.
Can you see me?
Revelation
Weave into the fabric of a tribe of artistic dancers.
Fall under the spell of pure magic.
Silent night, peace and cold
Imbue me with music
In ecstasy, I dance to the stars.
Rainbow Shop
And she sold me rainbows
dancing gaily ‘cross the window
windchimes in light.
And she smiled me daisies
and bursting bright blooms of summer.
And she told me, maybe,
if you’re looking in
the right direction,
a miracle may grace your sight.
And I smiled
dancing
into the day.

PostApocalypse

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 01:12:00 -0500

Our Gang

Outrage
Depression facing outward
Taking power to give it away.
This entrained impulse
See them crackling, jangling
puppets at puppy play,
bite, bark, entangle,
grab and tussle,
growl, muscle in for the kill.
Bloodlust arousal.
Natural as puke, as death,
violation as violent orgy
violation as ecstatic
initiation to the brotherhood.
Life elevated to dreams, goals,
careful weighing of coin and hours,
dependable plans, actions that honor can favor,
love, duty, allegiance to the rules of sanity
and kind regard
have no purpose here.
Men of blood and battle fluid
need no fine speeches, no valor —
only food and receptacles
for their waste.

December 29, 2012

Winter triptych

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 14:35:00 -0500

Winter is Coming


She arrives!
Cold, clear, glorious crystalline air.
Happy to roast by the fire, spin out yarn for warmth.
Happy for cozy aroma of home and hearth.
Euphorious, heart singing, blood roaring fun.
Out to run, slide, ride through white mist,
escape from resistance; engage with bright bliss.
She alights from her carriage, a vision of charms
carved in ice.
Look into the prism’s flame, wondrous worlds
never twice the same, mesmerized.
Happy to have this gift, this season, this time,
open eyes.



Winter is coming


She arrives
Glorious voice lifts up the night,
trails splendor, soft drifts of white.
Taste delight, pure as ice, sweet as fantasy.
Soulful reflecting safe by the fire,
caught by flame’s magic,
aligns with the greatest of stars, the finest of galaxies.
Wild Wind whispers “Higher, my love; ride my mystery.”
Deep flow of desire; snow lit in moonglow.
Reclined, widened eyes ablaze to behold.
A fabulous sleigh swoops from above, aglitter with glee.
She alights.
Swirl of romance, adorned in brisk excitement,
stunning aroma,
clear aura of peace.




Winter is coming


She arrives
Conviction strong and glorious
Brilliant astral presence, at last.
Swollen with destiny, swirling in ecstasy.
Feel air breath-moist beat to Her sway.
She drinks, uplifts the cup of our prayers, feasts upon homespun tales.
Listen! She reveals.
Torso spun forward, head arched back
dervish aware. She incants, caresses, blesses,
sweeps through this startled assemblage. Chase if you dare.
A child of shadow slips behind, catches at her tresses.
Slow secret smile grows, their silent delight
snow white, bare of guile.
Time freezes. Hungry eyes press against
icy glass. Inside, twinkling eternity blazes, laughs.
All of space awaits. We need but reach through

may all your world ends hook up to better worlds beginning

Winter is coming III

Wed, 19 Dec 2012 12:07:50 -0500

Winter is coming

She arrives
Conviction strong and glorious
Brilliant astral presence, at last.
Swollen with destiny, swirling in ecstasy.
Feel air breath-moist beat to Her sway.
She drinks, uplifts the cup of our prayers, feasts upon homespun tales.
Listen! She reveals.
Torso spun forward, head arched back
dervish aware. She incants, caresses, blesses,
sweeps through this startled assemblage. Chase if you dare.
A child of shadow slips behind, catches at her tresses.
Slow secret smile grows, their silent delight
snow white, bare of guile.
Time freezes. Hungry eyes press against
icy glass. Inside, twinkling eternity blazes, laughs.
All of space awaits. We need but reach through

Winter is coming II

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 13:35:10 -0500

Winter is coming

She arrives
Glorious voice lifts up the night,
trails splendor, soft drifts of white.
Taste delight, pure as ice, sweet as fantasy.
Soulful reflecting safe by the fire,
caught by flame’s magic,
aligns with the greatest of stars, the finest of galaxies.
Wild Wind whispers “Higher, my love; ride my mystery.”
Deep flow of desire; snow lit in moonglow.
Reclined, widened eyes ablaze to behold.
A fabulous sleigh swoops from above, aglitter with glee.
She alights.
Swirl of romance, adorned in brisk excitement,
stunning aroma,
clear aura of peace.

Winter is Coming I

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 16:47:21 -0500

Winter is Coming

She arrives!
Cold, clear, glorious crystalline air.
Happy to roast by the fire, spin out yarn for warmth.
Happy for cozy aroma of home and hearth.
Euphorious, heart singing, blood roaring fun.
Out to run, slide, ride through white mist,
escape from resistance; engage with bright bliss.
She alights from her carriage, a vision of charms
carved in ice.
Look into the prism’s flame, wondrous worlds
never twice the same, mesmerized.
Happy to have this gift, this season, this time,
open eyes.

Turning

Fri, 14 Dec 2012 14:59:33 -0500

Golden night rises above
high fields of fallen seed.
Aglow, spirit of Pan serenades
romance, lust, lingering hope of thrill and release.
Amorous nymphs a’hum in ripe foliage
answer in bleating rapture —
chirrups, nightwings;
mingled weeping and merry cries
slowly reveal
stragglers on night shores.
Legends these hoary voices echo
kiss and tell, and merry on.

Ignitiation

Wed, 12 Dec 2012 13:59:15 -0500

We willingly expose,
offer blood and agony.
Sacrificial phoenix, a’blaze
upon charred altar’s throne.
Seared eyes, scalded tongues;
bitter acid drips to anoint,
to hallow, to invoke,
again and again to approximate
perfection.
Each coronation marked,
perfume of condensing steam,
carnate fluids.
We surrender hope,
our innocence, familiarity,
for the freedom wisdom implies.
Loosened grasp on mortality,
slipping digits still desperate to hold
the next piece of the code.
Power – so slender, so sleek and bare,
essential,
air that moves worlds.
Burn raw, pure, to feel beyond
what thought could imagine, to know.

sangfroid

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 14:51:36 -0500

Hunger too redundant for horror.
Each night to feed wrapped in repugnancy.
Hidden, alone, hunting streets of death.
No hope, nothing legitimate.
Days escaped in self-made darkness
without relief of dreams, blocking memories,
enduring.
Creature of these streets, cold, abandoned,
preternaturally cruel, air of sulphur, tar,
pain of rot sans remorse or resolution,
unnatural world without end or warmth.
Even when blood runs hot into aching jaws,
pallid, empty,
no warmth penetrates.
Nights go nowhere.
More filth, horror
too familiar to offend
solitary hunters crowding all the secret places.
There is no exit here
No sweet release of sleep, no prayer to soft salvation.
There is only dead degradation of soul.
Not possibility, no properties of love or fond relation.
Trial of existence with no useful expression, no expiration.
Yet in this ceaseless horror, in this carnal Hell,
in this my filthy home, cold, without mercy,
in this cage of unrelenting dark,
a spark, a circle of red and black calls to enter.
Here, where awareness centers, threads of rotten vein
play at art, at shocking beauty.

If the sky could

Fri, 07 Dec 2012 13:39:54 -0500

If the sky could, it would dream of stars nova bright raining through galactic clouds.
Move inward
as Sunlight descends.
Cob-webbed lantern, too weak to flame,
forgotten among rusted childhood trains, stranded tinsel,
abandoned hero’s fantasies.
Sharp cries, wilderness passing.
What is not foreseen, not written
for screen or stage,
can reveal
unclaimed aspiration,
changing horizons.
Inhale
Chatty stream of energy
breaking news, ideations, elegant cloud formations
tip of the lip to the ear. Endear or outrage.
So many unpleasant faces
ruin a beautiful view.
Angry reds, too many bruises,
instead of cool blues,
pleasing balm easing with calm.
Deep inebriation of oxygen, enlivening
wind delivered to
exhale
on wings of whistling
intentions set wild.
Love is not about
seamless melding
perfection to perfection,
but all those cracks, crags, crevices
hoping (aching) to be filled.

Drumming in a Different Circle

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 13:57:57 -0500

Limbs, core, Limbic awareness
Drums of my circle hold tight; shared stories magnify the night,
chant rhythm through my day, embrace of safe vibration.

Aid to meditation, listen in.

Beneath my skin, blood flows to jungle’s beat.
Quantum entanglement dance,
essence of tumbling trance taught by memory.

Soft sets the Sun as I stumble the shady side of street.
Terrified I might meet circles a’sway to violent drums.
Chaos of charismatic voices churning
carriers of variant choices. Not kind. Not my kind.

Traveling alone, rhythm revives my inner song,
touching ground alive with
cadence of home.

Spell In

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 13:47:52 -0500

Focus certainty
laser pure energy
intimate presence
ultimate sacrifice
Commit!
Submit to desire’s
vast encompassment.
Draw the circle.
Say the words that bind
to time and place expected.
Accept responsibility for
all creation inspires.
Ground with grand incantation.
Power is belief.

Love your poems! Been writing some similar stuff lately about how far humanity has fallen from its proper path. Must be a sign of the times

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 17:02:46 -0500

thank you. where can I see your fellow travelling notations?

When All Fails

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 17:00:01 -0500

And it’s always on to the next adventure.
Random leaves flicker roads of desolate
neglect
trod and cried
over.
Fallen, dark quicksand depths,
flight essential for survival.
Frozen wings, sudden sparkling cold
traps damp, unforgiven.
Bent below, tramps
expecting handouts,
bankers expecting deeds,
women expecting hollow forcomings.
There is no easy fantasy. Tales of fates and
magics
lie on quantum desperation, haunted nights.
Winter always lurks on Spring’s horizon.
Keep moving; keep life singing, gyrating for
warmth.
The road long saturated with evil, rise above.
Learn, grieve, abandon.
Envision grander hope, shining spire
beckoning.

Jung and Yang

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 15:20:00 -0500

Archetypes, subterranean schemes,

walk city streets, ride subways as commoners.

Shadow of Substance.

Ethereal siamese twin,

to the mundane, every day.

I long to tell you,

yearn so I loudly whisper,

but only if you really listen.

I cannot say these things twice.

Memories seep through,

acquire form.

Stand straight and true

as soldiers or Marines

swearing full allegiance

to any who will take that load.

There are Gods foaming in excrement,

begging relief in the balm of sacrament

potent and deadly.

Angels and Demons wage sacrosanct war;

dice from a grail

foresage trial or comfort.

Hungry Ghosts moan and wail.

Vampires and beasts

of desperation

seek shelter before

travails of daytime

break them.

Morning Star

winks salaciously.

In wild’s kingdom

all manner of creatures

thrive, entwine as before

the invasion.

Eagles soar.

Lions roar.

Whales sing.

Humans open

veiled third eye.

Divination

Mon, 26 Nov 2012 16:05:28 -0500

Tonight, the quiet sleep of Heaven

blankets tenderly, affirms bliss as promise.

Angel song, encoded blinks of highest aspiration, leaps,

wafts kissed smiles, clear skies. Peace shimmers.

Long, piteous, songs of buried shame, spite and spittle flung like pennies;

flagrant frenzied relief upon unclean graves…

Who makes this call? Who answers?

Tonight crows, patient vultures stand at crossed walls; they

have no leader.

Standing, too, are mute trumpeteers, stranded infantry.

Twilight, trace forecolours of dawn, silence deepens,

counterstroke to what is to come.

“Strike!” Bold reds, bloodied swords brand these walls

seen crumbling as light extends.

neural circus

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 14:37:08 -0500

variegate shades
symbols of ancient trade gaily parade
coax wry smiles shaped to tease
out
sinuous pleasure
cleverly she spins, sways, sweeps,
catches a whirl of trance
better than life
her blood, taste of iron
and butter,
sweet, salt, serene

the thrill is in the taking,
the rushing and tumbling
unobserved, unexpected,
trick of the eye laid bare

delicious secrets
creep into sight, strive to misbehave
for acknowledgement
small, frantic, overburdened
Is such awkward love
allowed?
this bright moon midnight,
enter the circus
mirror fly on the wire
transform as incantation
come alive
free, beneath galaxies,
perform miraculously
to your gleeful applause