"So lean upon him gently, and don't call on him to sing"

- Jethro Tull -


Sunset

The shadows move
in mists and rhythms;
chasing, shields of vines
form their spider-web paths
across evening deserts.

Walk with me on the cracked,
caked, earthen shells
that welcome midnight lizards
darting thru the brush,
rushing underground,
the light to never touch.
We stand in the cool shade
of tangerine clay cliffs;
the streaming lavendar procedes
as we watch with star-kissed eyes,
blanketed in silken colors.
The caramel sun sets,
yet, it remains with us
in ceased calico rhymes;
sparks glitter within our vision;
we are the shadows of light.

Spherette


LOOKING GLASS

I light before you an alter
thin wisps of burning myrr
Down the corridor
I wander, in your shadow
behind you, in your wake
I linger, twisting the notes
of an uneasy waltz
I dream I walk with you in death
How I set you up,
give you your place
I reconstruct you
in sand, dirt, twigs, sounds,
the fragments of my psyche
In one life
you lived three as I will.
You are mentor, mother
reflection.
One day i will lean into myself
and fall through the mirror
to you.

Lynley Lys

copyright@ Lynley Lys 2000
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I share a closet with the sister moon
She graces me with her clothing
I am of the earth, I help things grow
I am the eye of a little god
I am most visible after the rain, I was born old.
I grow from the fertile soil, I have earthen hair.
I dream with many......
I am known to the shadows as Priestess.
I am never what I seem.
I am not cruel, only truthful
Music is always playing around me.
The petty world has long since been left behind

Eliza is dead,
Think of her as a figment, a shadow
A red inclination is all that is left
I was but an apparition
So I leave behind but a shadow
My tears shed from within the mist
Falling from the mechanical structure which I must befriend
Into hands which shall grant me peace
I leave behind my image, to become......

" Visit not the unfriendly grave, trodd in feelings that
man made slave. Walk not these paths that sadness paved "

- Inclination -

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Silence and whispers of on a blueish white hue
All appears to be at a standstill
Light cascades in beams and rays peering through vacant skies
She speaks " take such for nothing,
take everything for what you will "

I have visions many, and to the one whose
spirit calls louder than the rest,
may flowers bloom in the depths of your hearts.
I give to you what is already your own....
Permission granted to find Oneness within......

Labyrinth

Every shape molds itself, every pattern unfolds unto one line.
The labyrinth with all its twists and turns, has many paths
but only one destination. Illusion is seeing only the
pattern, before it unfolds. Humanity is so busy tracing the patterns
that they forget whether the stroke was made by darkness or light.
Illusion is the seeing the many paths and not experiencing
the ultimate destination at each moment......

In darkened dreams of wonder
I hide behind forever
To get a glimpse of formless forms
All summoned forth
By the mistress of Storms
At times I've seen her body spiraling
Gathering forth ashes
In the charity of night

As her eternal return
Like the pheonix, begins to take flight
But alas,
She gets caught in death's ancient kiss
And she forgets
That onceupon a time
It was a question of Bliss

Sliping into dreamtime, hidden beauty bestowed.
I pluck tangerine dreams from the tree of life.
A thousand droplets of ripe knowledge shimmering,
The sweetness overwhelms and engulfs.
I've peeked inside forbidden dreams
to see the Mistress of Storms quietly writing on the water,
spilling forth all her secrets. Pivoting on the child within,
I turn to the east. Each forced laugh
leads to a scream, it can be no other way.
This is the path. The scream of fear is in every mouth.
Every mouth is a thirst and every thirst is an emptiness.
Emptiness is lonliness. Lonliness is silence.........
Silence is nothing but a shifted scream......

The scream is an entreatry, a lament
Every lament a fear, every fear a darkness
Darkness is, as pure as the night
The light shivers in the darkness of the night
From each star, the cold light signal
both life and death. Divided and reunited
in a tear. We seek darkness.......

Depending on how many paths we seek and select
Joy may be a smile, neither laughing or crying
There is no other way, this is the hope entreatied
Desire is magic and magic is dreaming
Because of Joy and Pleasure
Black Ravens have danced in her hair
Lost lamenting chords flow from her lips
Butterflies will return to lift her from her cage

Clouds have danced within her heart
Blocking out the sun from the darkest Raveyn
Everything in creation is tempation
To lure us from Oneness
Music is a reflection of subliminal impressions
and messages encoded throughout Nature
Words are a sequential vibration of pattern core
denied and manipulated. Dance is embracement
and escape, a path to knowledge.....
Knowlege is a collection of particles,
deeply rooted and planted within and
amongst the many lies of humanities struggle
with itself to become more. The incarnations continue,
the wind swirls, catching many secrets
A single feather woven delicately of blacken wing
falls softly at your feet.......

- The Raveyn -


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We ascribe beauty to that which is simple; which has no superfluous parts;
which exactly answers its end; which stands related to all things;
which is the mean of many extremes.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson -

The Pen is mightier than the Sword
- Bulwer-Lytton -

Imagination is always the fabric of social life and the dynamic of history.
The influence of real needs and compulsions, of real interests and materials,
is indirect because the crowd is never conscious of it.
- Simone Weil -

The Sword Giveth Ink !
- Hazendashe -

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