spiritual poetry
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Faith is what matters most, Paul says, removing the Crownfrom the poor mans Head. Faith alone will give you the perks, you can forget about all that supposed “Good Work.” Believe in the man and not in the teaching, you don’t have to do that which you’re seeking. Just follow my lead and spread the Read more
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See me, high on kingship, Crowned by the sun, sword high, Magick running through the rivers Of my arms, sigils bursting from the Rims, strung out and spellbound on gin. And you, in surrender, your adams Apple shining on soft smooth skin, As the silver of your chain reachesThe canyon’s collarbone end. Here, I claim myself, The Beast.Full of electric fire, Read more
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Do you crave my wisdom like the salt sea air? Full of ancient riddles, knowing forgotten lands, thick with symbols of the first night on earth. Before the dawn broke and the battles waged, before the relief of light. When you thought fear only lingered in the dark. Before your heart jumped at the shadows Read more
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What is there to say? Chaos is nature’s true name. Man has forgotten the sun and Taken for granted the golden rays. People murder each other in the name of gods. Clinging to their rosary beads and books of myth. Afraid to whisper the truth, no god wants this. Read more
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Awaken Fool from the fallen cliff, From the curse of life and death, For there is something deep within, That catches your mighty breath. Go forward as the Hermit does, Not fearing the shadow realm, Sneering at all there is and was, Growing strong with Light at the helm! The body is but your secret house,The mind, a web of netted Read more
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I decorate my apartment with words Fashioned like antique furniture. Hanging verbs in frames, catching Light on golden chandeliers. I wear language like a tulle skirt, Twirling tussled words into fabric, Weaving colorful realities round My fingers like jeweled rings. I am a walking poem, A raving manifesto, A kaleidoscope scribe, Spinning words into the Read more
C.L.LLOYD 