C.L.LLOYD

the poetry.

writing

  • Call Home The Witches

    I enter the astral, walk gently across the mirror bridge, to stare death and life, winter and spring, in her beautiful face. May she grant me her well wishes for what may come next. Her scythe moves above, singing songs into the wind, her red string weaving, weaving the heavy fates. The fire growing, burning… Read more

  • 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

  • EVERYTHING TO BABALON

    The bird of wisdom came to me once more, drunk on the flesh of the saints, and cawed on the shoulder of Babalon. With all of the gentleness she could muster she said, “be thou beyond wisdom.” I sat at the altar, alone and full of sorrow, pleading for her grace to take me onward. Then,… Read more

  • DOWN AT THE FOOD BANK

    the lines are longand stretch downthe street. when you getinside, there’sa waiting roomwith chairs andfree books. all the booksare the self-helptype. titles like‘the power ofpositive thinking.’ boy, do we thinkpositively,as the ladiesfill our cart. two bags ofmacaroni,one box ofpowered mashpotatoes,three cans ofbeans. imagine thefeast! we makemagic out ofnon-perishables. walking back homethrough the slush,two bags undereach… Read more

  • A PLACE LIKE THAT

    some nights, wedrive uptowninto the privatecul-de-sacsand stare at the big houses.their windowsbright with theorange glowof finer things we trace ourfingertips overthe rooftopsuntil the tilesdissolve intothe midnightblue. and dream the way dreamersdo with anapartmentfit for two. i turn to youand say,“but whatwould we dowith a placelike that?”“we’d neverkeep up onthe cleaning,”you reply. we laugh, driving offlooking… 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

  • PAUL’S GREAT SIN

    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

  • How Much Rage It Takes To Be This Soft

    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

  • Saloon Sinners

    These days, these long summer days, that swoon to offer memories in fistfuls.  Each moment, a bright and blissful jewel of ecstasy, etched effortlessly, into the time-keepers kaleidoscope stone.  Luscious and lustful, the sun gives a heady smile, grinning at the first sight of June.Tripping blonde rays over green pools of fresh cut grass – and us, laughing, while small birds gift their morning secrets. It is here,… Read more

  • Church Cleaner

    I quit on a Thursday.Left my key on the old woman’s desk.She used to email me saying, “There’s a stone on the RUG.”And test me, leaving dimes in strange places.  It wasn’t her fault.Everyone grasps at power.Hers came out in small ways.Like emails and dimes.  After two weeks, I went back.“We’re glad to see you!”… Read more