the Barbican one

Ever changing currents

two spirits of the same wind

encircling

pulling then pushing

this way and that

 

southwestern breezing

drawn softly into me

now mentally shaping me

magnetically, to be

wishing I am found,

adrift, and dancing

shimmering with magic

enchanting those passer-by’s

 

find me, and I’ll follow

without you, I’ll be dreaming

wandering

intuitively, receiving

wisdom theory,

and seeking

hidden moonlit rites

transfiguring,

in reflection state of mind

ever changing;

as I

chameleonize the world,

left in wake, a trail of life

fingertips trace the shapes around me

but they were made for tracing you

not so loudly, so as

to be without mystery

search me quietly

by your candlelight

and let me know you’ve found me

 

this southwest breath evaporates

and takes the rigid form

of gusts of North

 

Shifting geometry

My edges, no longer gradieize the world around me

a clear boundary now outlines and defines

clear as my piercing, tenor tone of mind

thought and action join as one

as I rise from spiraling complexity

into a plane of linear energy

Lynn reflecting

me, Apollo, standing in the sun

 

a ravenous hunger

becomes my core

scanning, searching, straining

swiftly moving mightily towards

the rhythm of upward slanting growth

the struggle of ascent

becomes my place of hunting

strife is but a game to me,

for my energy within

is endless, welling

to a tempest whirlwind,

restless, and wild,

demanding to be tamed

 

a northern melody

calling me

as I build

strategically, pragmatically

my collection expands

of justice theories past,

application is key

cunning and clever

I’ve become the shaper

Of your reality

The world,

Perceived by me

Is as a stone concealing

My image

a mirage, willing

to be subjected to reflection

of me

let me cover you

With my sufficiency

as I prove my capability

shining

brightly into your mystery

 

as the outward wind

comes to its northern end

I become suspended

in a consuming energy of three

closer to infinity by a measure of 13

transcending

 

the truer energy beyond the wind

and directional trends

shifting endlessly, I remain the same

neither unconfined, nor freely bound

I am the eye that sees

the bright beyond the darkness of light

shrouded in mystery and lucidity

I search, and am found

the all encompassing

breath and instrument combined

it’s all the same without time and line

 

along my way

peace meets balance

and finds acceptance

here one can be two or four or more

release your grip of understanding

your need

to be certain and unsure

of dying and rebirth

you need breathe neither out nor in

all I ask is that you stay with me

and trust you can do anything

with me,

the Barbican one

Gravidus’ half son

Warrior
Of the engulfed,  in flaming dark
Warrior, sought to conquer
the mystery of the windmills’ pinwheeling
dressed as giants, who
Without thought to justice
drawing life from all who pass.

Warrior valiant,
stepping into smoke,
Steady consumed by ancient anger
Burning
Fighting against, for
Polarized principles.

Warrior of Virtue,
from  where does your Love come?
Narrow focus, eyes of discipline
set on the horizon.
An aura of hope emerald
glowing from your despairing heart.

Dancer of the dark,
determine yourself unto me,
Incline your heart to light
and imagine the flight of the freedom
In the sun.

For a emerald shrouded contains courage
But remains obsolete.

the Magick

Magick ancient given freely

Embedded in the breath of man

 

Ancient magick flaming stolen

Breathed unto a vacuum shadow

 

force of life taken

from the heart of man

left to dry to ash in sun

 

warping the mirror,

shattering dimension whole

 

becoming infinitely microscopic

an exhalation in hope of wisdom

 

filled instead with absence of light

magick given, fractured, lost and longing to be found.