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Through time immemorial people stand and chant;
together though apart,
the universal mind in flux as though in a sea,
rising and falling through unseen forces.
People come and people go but their
spirits remain smiling.
Unseen forces pull this way and that,
ever working for the Greater Design.
How dost thou fare on thy travel?
As a twig drifting,
on a unknown current;
or as a fish swimming
with intent in the stream of life?
Rise not to the day,
For it is not the challenge;
rather rise with it
and together the challenges
are smaller.
Tolkuhn
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I go down and through the garden gate;
I leave behind a world of hate,
in order to be with fairy folk,
who laugh and play and have a joke;
Hide and seek and other games,
most things they play have no names;
I meet handsome kings and lovely queens,
and nothing at all is as it seems.
When the sun touches hills far away,
we know it is time to end our play.
The picnic is packed and ready to go,
a kiss and a hug our love we show;
My time with them seems all to brief;
as I fit like a knife in a sheath.
One of their kind I wish I was,
As the afternoon draws to a close;
With a smile and a grin through a tear,
lonely again is a lot to bear;
my friends are special, one of a kind,
so it is very hard to leave them behind;
but they can't live in my world of yuck,
preferring to make it with their own luck;
I cannot live in their world you see,
I am too real, too alive, too me.
I dawdle back through the garden gate,
back into my world of hate.
Flowers whither and leaves turn brown.
My world is feeling upside down.
Firm concrete beneath my feet,
and plastic chairs for my seat;
Why do I live here real as I can?
Beyond the gate I can be a man.
Can't I?
Dax
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A stone drops into a well,
Like a penny for a wish;
"A penny for your thoughts"
He asks, I look;
through clouded eyes
I see waves crashing,
the four winds dashing,
ships smashing
at a command.
A still winter night,
a cheerful smile so bright,
knowing that I'm right,
offer a helping hand.
A warm summer breeze,
down on my knees,
close my eyes and sneeze;
.......
time sifting through sand.
A splash it makes,
I wish I might;
these things are to,
have been
passed
He carries on with his life,
I carry on with mine.
One day he will understand.
Dax
Julie
About love, what are the rules?
Can you please explain to this fool.
How can someone be involved
that I can love all too easily;
but must not ever,
for it must never be.
I find myself spinning
This way and that.
A firey pinwheel revolving
and of the sparks I spat,
Whenever she is near,
I see golden fields before her
in which to run, dance and hop.
Time seems to stand still but really flys by too fast.
If only I could stop.
When she speaks I hear
endless summers and pools
in mountain streams;
fresh, clear and cool.
Faeries flit within her aura;
they fly around her head,
laughing at a game of tag.
Was it something she said?
Her touch sends shivers along my nerves
as dormant streams surge from dust.
I touch her back and find I cannot
let go, I must; I must.
The elves riding by,
nod as to say There goes a lady,
with honour. Honour her.
I sigh.
It is because of this honour that
I cannot touch, I must not taste,
for losing her friendship to me
would definitely be a waste.
Without her I would be a broken man,
a spent vessel wallowing on stormy ocean waves.
Steering clear of rocky headland,
not to be sucked into darkened caves.
No port in which to call,
no dry bed for this sailor to sleep;
no rest for this traveller,
no shoulder on which to weep.
I hope for her sake
she finds someone soon;
to be the twin, the other half;
the father to her child;
the sun to her moon.
He to be the reflection in her eyes;
those stars that shine in a constellation,
Far off galaxies might as well be hell;
I resign myself to damnation.
I know that when he comes I will go,
that much is true.
It breaks my heart but
I hope he is soon,
for my sake too.
Dax
Morning after the weekend
I lay awake in bed next to the memory of you
making do
with what I have; dreams
of the past and what could have been.
Your scent ever lingers like morning dew,
tempting but never quenching.
My breast hoard fit to bursting,
beating
irregular against the pit of my stomach;
angst comes in waves, in pain I ache,
lonliness is so hard and never fleeting.
How is it my life I must remake?
Decisions out of my hands you take;
like a funeral wake
the path I travel is not the same.
The wind in my hair whispers your name,
a poker across the embers I rake
and still the sparks remain.
I see you at odd times but in the main,
weather vane
feelings churning around about.
A brave face for the outside world, a body stout
quivering inside; much to my shame
are emotions craving for an out.
You treat me fair, before you pout
or have a doubt,
for you tell me straight
what is luck and what is fate.
Lucky I am to what I felt
after such a wait.
Love you
Dax
Idris
"Daddy...I'm walking with my hands";
he runs off down through the shifting sands;
a journey from boyhood to one of a mans.
if only I could make him understand,
painting and drawing on the walls,
playing outside until dinner calls.
Kissing the hurtsies whenever he falls;
big boys don't cry.
Tell that to my son,
explain why he can't have fun;
with dolls, and cooking, and playing mum,
and taking his clothes off to see his tum.
He is told that boys don't like pink
my, how his independance does shrink
with society telling you how to think
what to eat and what to drink.
I show him not to be too rough,
and share, there is enough;
to play and dance and other stuff,
until he is pooped or has the huff.
Little feet bigger every day they grow,
the fairies find others and so they go;
the spirits aren't so restless though.
They watch him reap what he sows.
toys turn to metal and more plastic
books go from simple to being fantastic
telling the time is not toc but tic
He is the age of "Why?"
The best I can do is give him a hug,
wrap him up tight like holding a rug.
Telling him "I love you" the heartstrings a tug.
Tear to the eye brushed away with a shrug.
One day he will be to big for me,
seeking others comfort is what I'll see.
All the while I'm told I'll be free,
then part of me will die.
Dax
One night's passion
Clothes forming an untidy pile;behind a closed bedroom door.
We start by kissing for a while,
before progressing any more.
Naked bodies grasp each other and meld together;
by our fusing, sharing electromagnetism.
Rainbow lights in my head make me wonder whether;
we split the light as though we are a prism.
Touches send shivers of expectation;
along each and every nerve,
Building lust making me impatient;
from which it is hard to swerve.
Orgasm forming at the base of my spine;
Kundalini travelling up my back.
Like grapes growing on a vine,
bursting into ether; right on track.
Visions of love explode through my head;
stars become fellow entities around me;
shed my skin as though I'm dead,
the universe becomes everything I see.
Your tender touch brings me back down;
time is not an issue from where I lie.
Our souls follow the sunset as it goes down;
Together tonight we take off and fly.
The seperation from the physical,
from the future, present, and the past;
brings us into the spiritual,
for the now, it will last.
As I drift off to sleep myself I have dreams of you;
Memories etched deep into my brain.
Peals of laughter over things we say and things we do,
from frowning we refrain.
Looking at you in the light of the early morn;
words fail the joy I feel.
Watching the rise and the fall of your sleeping form;
These emotions are so real.
A smile comes upon your sleeping lips,
where moments ago I kissed;
The sun touching you gently with her rays' tips;
What thoughts lie behind that veil of mist?
Dax
Retribution
On the run, on the hide
for the taking of a side
blasphemy so easy to say
retribution, a hard price to pay
being persecuted for what I've done
I had no choice now on the run
A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye
There was no choice, he had to die
my looks can kill
I should now be dead
pointed ears upon my head
my special sight
I have at night
Torture and pain and more she bore
nails and teeth from her he tore
of her difference he hated
with her freedom he baited
I could not stand idly by
hearing her screams and the final cry
I tracked him down but unlike him
one shot was all it took to a limb
I used my little silver arrows
on one who buried my world under furrows
I remember with pain, my queen
dead now, no inbetween
As humans do he had family
who took exception accordingly
A hunt they did start
with me as quarry for my part
Nowhere can I shelter
on the run like a common thief
looking for any kind of relief
they hunt me down slowly and surely
on concrete streets I feel poorly
Where are my fields of joy and spring
where echoes of laughter peal and ring
long buried now only sadness and tears
cry of a lynch mob confirms my fears
How long have I been running through the years
ruthlessly pursued by their fears
how long must I continue along this path
until humans have sated their wrath
of all the places I can hide
there is no room for me inside
I come across other fairy folk
in pools of blood, left to soak
I failed to protect my fairy queen
so long ago now it seems
my duty to uphold and obey
I don't remember what to say
I am the last of my kind
no longer are there voices in my mind
of my kin I have seen no other
I even forget the face of my mother
No longer do I know
what the future has in store
power is with my foe
I am weak and feeling poor
A winters breath is closing over me
Jack frost it isn't but technology
slowing me up and taking me down
I am sinking in fear I'll drown
Others can't help me
I was strong you see,
Retribution will be spent
And their lives will be rent
Humans are drawing abreast
I can't stop to rest
I feel their breath behind
for me they will soon find
bruised and battered
nothing else mattered
'Cause the forests have been fired
so hungry and tired
no more can I run
The road I'm on
ended in a fork
I slow to a walk
A noose in a tree
stands before me
if I don't go forward
at my back is a sword
through tear stained eyes
I say my goodbyes
The noose is placed around my neck
and to Litelfheimr they send this wreck
How many years did they take
for their anger to abate?
Even now they cast around
what else can be buried under a mound?
At the end through tear stained eyes, the warrior made his way out into the
safety of the wooded outdoors
Dax
Ode to a Dead Bike
You speak of Bars and Beers with
Bikes; yet still you sit alone.
Young men are out laughing;
are joking with one another.
Women serving, sounds of ale
splashing, while tonight you type;
tongue comes out. Oh for a cold,
quaff of drink. Must do this first.
Done, and so away you go,
out into the night. No one
near, they keep away. Closed doors
come and pass on in the dark.
A beacon is beckoning
bringing to the fore, torn and
troubled memories. It makes
missing her even harder.
Heart pounding, blood pumping,
perhaps you should stop and stay;
singing chords of comfort and
caring but flies false in your
face. It is well you walk on.
"Woman, you do not know how
near I came, or what I
aspired to; which is just as well."
Once inside the bar, with beer
bravado, thoughts of that time
there disappear. Down one more,
drink another, your mind makes
memories blur. "Good bye nag
bitch! I am free from all your
fighting. I am happy you hear!"
Helpless more like; lifted and
left outside. Up and away or
over to the whore house for
help; relief. Reeking of booze,
returning for a lost love that isn't.
Long gone feelings felt held back,
for someone else. Otherwise voids
are deep. To much despair and pain
drive you on. Slurred, swearing you
stagger home. The night is now over which
is not unique. For you at any rate.
Always the last to leave;
Lonely man. FTW.
Tolkuhn
Flicker of Flame
"A fire is burning inside this mage
Consuming all in my path.
The gods watch with glee at my rage
inciting it higher, adding to my wrath.
You are a spring flower
dripping with dew
waiting with passion, by the hour,
for one to taste the nectar from you.
"I am Ozymandius, King of Kings
bow down before me!" I cry with a mad cackle.
Death itself must make an appointment before giving my bell a ring.
The universe is my plaything a mere rattle.
The sun, to you, rises as it must, and sets when the day is done,
Tides rise and fall accordingly;
the moon has his duty too, and when he shows you have fun.
And still you bloom, waiting for that bee.
Sigils, and magic circles are triflings with which I play
Bread neither feeds me nor does it quench,
I call demons my friends and angels too, for I give them this day.
Other worlds become reality as from fantasy I wrench.
Birds sing melodies and on the wind you sigh.
The smell of others like you are tantalizingly close by.
Fruit you have borne is ripe and round
growing itself nearby on the ground.
I am aggressive, I am male;
Death and destruction, so easy, so boring;
the thoughts I have would make you pale.
but when I wake up next you, they have fled by the morning.
If I practised what I preached I would now be in hell,
I settle for gentle flying on a warm summer breeze.
For there would be no flower next to whom I would dwell,
while resting my thoughts, and my head upon your knees."
Dax
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