a different place...

she comes from a different place

the mask of time leaves not her face

tears of crimson leave their mark
 
her heart beats to the tune of dark

into the shadow world she walks

her refuge now the cry of the hawk

 
she goes to a different place

~

the phoenix revisited...

out of the burning embers
the mighty phoenix rose
all he’d done no one knows
even he does not remember

he spread his ancient wings
into the crimson sky
away from the streets did he fly
longing to hear the angels sing

dragging behind
the shadow of his soul
nothing now his to control
with the smell of burning flesh
his spirit now enmeshed

and from this life
he begged to part
to cleanse his anguished heart
of all his sins he did repent
only to find his time was spent

and to raise once more his mighty sword
against the maddening raging horde
of those he once called friend
who now were set to cause his end

it once was his across the land
he had the world at his command
but memories tainted by that crimson time
of life on streets when none was kind

 

the sound of his tears crash to concrete
where black leather wraps his weary feet

tracks gouged in the flesh of his face
like a lonesome railroad crossing the landscape of his life
where might he go for a touch of grace?
a land without knife without sword without strife

and so it was that the bird took flight
choosing no longer to fight the fight
of waging chaos night after night

he flew through the valley of the darkened dead
charging his mighty wings ahead
and changed his ways of war
to those of heaven afar
and from his fall from grace
the phoenix prayed salvation wait

 

and with this flight of righteousness

the holy gods upon him blessed
giving his spirit its needed rest
no longer on its violent quest

and in his stead
a righteous man a valiant man
before us now proudly stands
who of all sin now has shed

and to us proves each golden day
that love of life is our true stay
the only way

for this new man
who now before us stands

the valiant phoenix

man

~

on wings of wire...

 the sun no longer shines
darkness destroys the holy trine
and night slips in our minds
what now the fate of all mankind
will the planets all align
or will they surely intertwine

and now they come
they come not to be outdone
they come this way to conspire
and hold at bay the world entire
this and only this the beasts desire

they are the ones with souls depraved
and in their hearts sin engraved

darkest days to find our way
who will rule if chaos stays
they will reign come what may

on wings of wire
from skies on fire
bodies cloaked in linen robes
floating down like celestial globes
with their thoughts your soul they probe
layer on layer to the lowest lobe

feet unshod
and in their hands are lightening rods
four by four
then some more
they come
with their drums

they dig their way
from the earths dark wet caves
to come above and all enslave
and bring with them the tidal wave
but what of them the gods forgave
is there no salvage from the grave

they draw you in then slam the door
and take you through the ocean floor
they come to drain you to the core
as they are here the gods own whore
do not false prophets you ignore

lion of blue
two by two
bear of blue
what to do
the bear and lion both carnivores
and will not stop till all means more

along the waters edge
they crawl the concrete ledge

what will be when time has dredged

and nothing left but their own hedge
they are not souls among the blessed

they are not ghosts but souls in flesh

do not let them be reviled

listen to the words of the wanton child

who speaks in voices now beguiled
as she was birthed by spirits wild

read the raging signs
they tell you of the time
down from the skies falls the great blue bear
oh gods of gods hear our prayers
with seven rays of light divine
his time has run its course
the blue bear now a demon force

read the raging signs
they tell you of the time
when lord of the golden sun now roars
pray the mighty lion your soul restores
but should you wish for love and more
just hark you now the great lion’s lore

invoke you now your primal id
to do the mother’s final bid
as the sword of salvation cries
and silently slashes the weeping sky

do you hear them
do you see them
do you feel them
they are here
they are near
those you fear
they are

you

when will truth 

be revealed
or will they 

all

mankind

kill

this verse was posted a few days ago over at my travel journal - for those of you who've not been over that way, it is re-posted here - 
these words follow a recent dream in which i see two animals, a blue bear and a blue lion, appearing very totem-like, walking along a concrete ledge overlooking large waves of water - to the side, there is a 3-tiered apparatus floating down to earth on which stand in each corner of the top to levels, beings dressed in linen-white full-length hooded garments - these are the words that came to me immediately after the dream -