The Phoenix

Sunday

Day one

The Sabbath has passed

Week has begun

Not a moment to spare

No more hours to waste

I shall replace all my disdain with success

There are no boundaries that I need to  worry about crossing over

There is no limit until the ending of the azure in the sky

Nothing that I cannot become 

Nobody to whom I must give any reason for why I am doing this or how I do that

Pull all your bloodied noses from the scat in my sweet rectal womb

On their tips, the crimson oily swell

Is that where Rudolph the Red nosed Reindeer pulled out the sugar plumb that is now his nose?

One might suppose the juxtaposition between the regions so similar to those  places that the story tellers call their homes

You see, fairies have never been fiction

They have forever been an occult reality

Leprechauns hording their riches

Mermaids swimming  alongside the cloaking of migrating whales

Griffins guarding royalty at the gates

Gnomes and nymphs of  legends and lore

Sirens dancing in the gales

Unicorns that overrule the highest  sphere of  the Sephira snorting down upon human ignorance with a raw disdain

Displeased with us for our dampening of the cosmic rythyms

For our sickening obsession with the illusion of linear time

Retracing our footsteps all the way back through the ages of Artemis, Persephone, Cerridwen, and Pan

The blessed sound of the instruments played by the satyr

Keeper of the forest lands

The magnificent faun

Dancing into the Sumerian, Phoenician, Babylonian dawn

Lemuria

Atlantis

Awaken

The Phoenix

Rising up from the ashes of a Utopian dream...

6-29-2014