Simple afternoons with you are freeing
Softly, quietly I look up to see two
Squirrels screaming at me
The dichotomy between the serene breeze
And the tiny furry beasts puts a smile on my face
The worries of the world fade into Nothingness
The warm caress of the dying sun
Lifts today's burdens like an old friend with his hand held out
Seeking...Greeting
Lifting...Comforting
Am I the same as you?
We exist in this moment together
But who am I and who are you?
The wall comes crumbling down
I gasp... you turn your rosy cheeks to face me
We see eye to eye but through different lenses
My green to your brown
My chaos to your calm
Two sides of the same coin
And yet when I turn to face the trees
I see through the faded leaves and the bare bones of earthen bark
I see in the extended arms of the oak what I can't always see in myself: Hope
The screaming squirrels have given up
Sometimes I feel the same
The quiet returns
The light is receding
I turn to you once more
I return to the here
I return to us and our small Haven;
In the garden of two now silent Squirrels
There’s a certain appeal to the bruise colored haze at the bottom
of a six-pack. She sits
on the kitchen floor, knees bent
out at acute angles, shuddering shoulder
blades pressing against skin
until the fine human film splits
and she falls – splits down the center
like the bottom of the Colorado mountain valleys we hiked last spring.
The skin of her cheeks would flush in the brisk mornings and I, alone,
learned every shade of tension stretched through her shoulders
when she’d bend
over to wash her hair in the stream.
Like the willow tree bends: graceful
limbs reaching to touch a quivering reflection.
in the garden, in the nighttime
(formerly 'slipping away in the garden in the nighttime', with Old English, Dutch, and Germanic influence)
the leaves play their roles
they change colors, giving shade,
raindrops—welled up tears
y the flash of the sword of Lucifer thrust imperiously into the heavens, lightning strikes and thunder rolls, the roar of The Draegon echoes throughout the trembling earth, cloven hooves part asunder, the rivers and streams flow fresh, rendered aflame by the Lustful Hellfire of Satan!
Verdant life bursts forth upon hill and dale, mountains and forest, planes, to greet The Hellements, of flora and fauna, Fleurs Du Mal, Sorath's triumvirate eminence and Luna's enchanted light dance in lush gardens of wondrous nature, tapestries for each creature to paint according to countenance!
Birthing the demonseeds to grow from mind and earth, upon root and branch and tree and bush, whose fruition is partaken of in earthen communion by the creatures of the land, sea, and air, who give even their own flesh for mutual gratification!
Draegon Ouroboros takes another turn, one season confounds another! Disrobed, the nymph and maiden, Succubus Lilith incarnate in Witches sublime. Flames ascend the tower spire, lights the path to deep desire! ∞
In Nomine Satanas!
Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
The Infernal Empire, The Black Earth
Vernal Equinox, LIV Anno Satanas
Light flutters from loosely hung blinds
Unworking to blind
With unearthly sun
Slither steaming upon skin
Bathing it in hot sunrisen skyline
Lighting a thousand fires
Across my naked flesh
My eyes shot with bright
And you
Lying there astral aglow
Bringing spring
To my wintered soul
Bright yellow green hue.
Oh how I will miss, you like a stormy night 'full of strength' just like Who.
Once fell a top of Earth's ground.
Splash the colors scatter threw the autumn breeze.
With a fury blown, wind the trees wave there branches again.
The trees know, bare no fruit as the Earth spins around.
Twigs once filled with color now brown noting to a blue yellow back drop.
Your smile is the bark, your Hair, is the trunk your Ears, are the leafs.
So girl riddle me this how is you change so easy.
Did you once seat beside a ("Wizard of growth") and spirituality.
Because, now as I see you, your glowing more by each flow of time.
So did you fill the sky with your delight and prized design.
I now you won Gold.
I get on one knee
for
Persephone
and plant a seed
of
corn squash & bean
“marry me
Spring and Autumn;
be mine
and I’m
forever yours,”
Mankind
After our release from the penitentiary of winter
We, the cocoon confined caballeros, were walking
Basking in the midday’s sun
Caressed by the scented breeze of the spring
The delicate and elegant displays called flowers
Jostled to invite us,
“Look at me first, please!”
We were all walking in the same path
But within our microcosm,
Happily confined inside our own bubble
By the language we spoke
By the color of our skin and hair
By the dress we were wearing
By the company we kept
Without noticing others
Or being noticed
Or interacting
We took photos
Admired the flowers
And wondered at the ever spanning blue sky
We elbowed our ways
To take a break inside Starbucks
Where we were all happy and glee
With the chai latte touching our lips
With our eyes glued to our smart phones
We all set down quietly
Communicating with others
With the touch of our fingers.
((*I*))
Babru
April 12, 2015