C.L.LLOYD

the poetry.

carlee lloyd poet

  • Azure blue

    Pass through into night, as the moon rests on the azure blue petals of flowers that open to greet you. Oh, isn’t it you?Master of Thebes, who walks amongst the living, speaking strange enchantments into the hearts of men still unknowing. Khepri turns the globe, glowing smooth down the howling West. Pleasure, joy rapture in… Read more

  • NEW DESERTS

    Clock my magick eyesthat have dared to dream new realms, those open desertswhere my lion’s paw steps with ease.  I’ve come to claim my demons, to lay within the night,knowing it was nevermine to quit but love, and love again in will’s embrace.  Fashioning rituals with heavy perfume, bringing the sense to dance in the astral circle, moving clear through the rules you keep.  See my… Read more

  • WE’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE

    the bills are piling up again, but that’s okay, we’ve been herebefore. old veterans of poverty,the highs when it’s good andthe fridge is half full, and the lightshave stayed on for weeks.and the lows, the lows,when the collection notices come,and the cupboards are bare,and you’ve got to decide betweenthe heat or the electric bill. it’s… Read more

  • EVERY GREEN THING

    when you lay me in the black earth, do not grieve for me –do not weep for me – know in the still of your heartthat the pine roots stretch to meet me. that every green thing sings my name, while the rivers rise with heavy rain, and you will see me once again, as… Read more