FATIN

Something deeply mysterious
happening here.
A re-awakening of the life-force,
buried deep within.
Her sighs call forth
Ancient passions,
A world, a time
gone by.
She dances before my eyes,
Fatin.
Princess of the Dark
summons,
calls;
her charms,
irresistible.
She swallows me,
plunging her mystical depths
reality wavers,
dark, moist,
warmed by the Primal Fires.
A swiveling, swirling embrace,
rhytmic dancing,
thrusting forward,
circling around.
Minds spinning,
dissolving
we transcend boundaries.
Union,
re-union...
In the beginning.

BETRAYAL

Frozen depths,
psychotic.
Glacial and cold,
dread and terror.
Beyond the warmth
of the human heart,
untouchable.
The Kiss of Death.
Cain and Able.
Betrayal
lives here.
Unashamed.

Father and Son,
no longer one.
Jesus on the cross,
betrayed by god.
There is no
trusting the father, or,
going back to the Garden.

We long for the
Primeval.
The Garden before,
Eve'l.
But human love
is born of betrayal.
Man is born of Eve.
Cain and Able
a begininng,
not a departure.

Betrayal is a gate
to forgiveness, to love.
Betrayal leads to union, oneness.
Love and Fate reconciled.
A thin line
between love and pain.

The worst betrayal
is self-betrayal.
Refusal to carry out
one's own suffering.
Trying to build a protective wall,
cutting oneself off,
swearin, "Never again"!
Embrace betrayal,
love thru your pain

Lucifer's Light.

HAUNTED

I know why
the lone wolf howls,
his pain, his loneliness'.
I hunger,
but don't hunt.
My instincts dull.
I know what
the lone wolf feels.
his cry is my song.
Memories etched in flesh.
My body shakes,
quivers.
Haunted.
images strugglin within.
A fight
that I cannot win.
I know why
the lone wolf
howls.

APHRODITE

...she startles me
with her ever changing Beauty.
A Lady beyond,
the Woman within.
Child-like, her Innocence deceives.

She inhabits the ninth circle
of the underworld,
tempering fires of passion,
stilling them
in her frozen depths.

Her glitter reflects Perfection,
her crystallized, sharp-edged truths, absolute.
wounded, tho, she is,
her polygamious spirit misunderstood.


A sacred tear bleeds,
falls from a dreamer's eye.
the glacial-cold heart of the Ice-Maiden,
melts.
One tear creates a river.
The Ancient Riverbed flows...
Aphrodite animates the world
with her Beauty,
the visible form of Soul, itself.

APRIL

Rare is an April day,
her beauty budding
bursting forth,
Innocence reborn.
April's abundance
nourishes,
the famine past.
In her charge,
God trusts fertility,
thru her redemption,
Earth awakens!
For April has weathered
winter's darkened embrace.
She blosoms, blooms
with child-like grace.
Her roots reachin deep
within Earth's molten core,
drawing up its dormant embers,
Kissing,
the Sky, the Sun!

WHITE BUFFALO WOMAN

Sweet Essence of Life!
I kneel at your feet,
the union between heaven and earth.
My Lady sanctifies
the ground
with each step she takes.
Her path, a holy one,
imparting, Grace, Wisdom, Love.
The Spirit of White Buffalo
Woman, divine!
She dwells among us,
her heart
whispers on the wind.
A warrior in her service,
She breathes life into my soul.
Mouth to mouth
with White Buffalo
Woman, divine!