The Final Temptation

 

And suddenly – with a rip of flesh –

the veil gapes full wide,

excitement blankets horror – sees

the onyx gleam inside,

a blanched bone cheek is turned to toward

gained opportunity.

Does crossing this threshold

lead to spirituality?

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The Eagles’ Witchy Woman

witch woman

Raven hair and ruby lips,
Sparks fly from her finger tips.
Echoed voices in the night,
She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight.

Woo hoo, witchy woman,
See how high she flies.
Woo hoo, witchy woman,
She got the moon in her eyes.

She held me spellbound in the night,
Dancing shadows and firelight.
Crazy laughter in another room,
And she drove herself to madness with a silver spoon.

Woo hoo, witchy woman,
See how high she flies.
Woo hoo, witchy woman,
She got the moon in her eyes.

Well, I know you want to love her,
Let me tell your brother,
She’s been sleeping
In the devil’s bed.

And there’s some rumors going around,
Someone’s underground.
She can rock you in the nighttime
Until your skin turns red.

Woo hoo, witchy woman,
See how high she flies.
Woo hoo, witchy woman,
She got the moon in her eyes.

 

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Spellcaster: Four

Shore

Only the roar prevailed

against timely erosions

which puckered

the skin at the edge

of the gnawing ebb,

discharging on the shoreline

its useless,

unwholesome, and dead.

(Kit Perriman)

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Drops of Life

candles

It is not

that I am afraid of death

and of leaving

a half-dripped life

with all of those loose spitting drops

entombing the forever –

It is

barely understanding

how precious

each strum

on the wick has been,

how very fragile that flame.

(Kit Perriman)

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The Goddess Within

 goddess

When they thought us wicked, we were really wise

In the Burning Times of world despise,

They named us as tricksters, blamed things dark and worse,

Called cunning and wile a demon’s curse.

Heaven and the Underworld, summoned at will,

Crept on cat-paws to nurture or thrill,

Reading vain futures – balancing humors –

Attending births and healing tumors.

Folklore has always survived the Dark Ages . . .

They’ll never destroy the timeless Sages.

 

(Kit Perriman)

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The First Temptation

Temptaion 1

Do you think a look

in the crystal vault of wanting

can secretly covet

without red’s betraying blush –

that some unsteady charm

will fool a close observer

and open the portal

on all of that heady rush?

(Kit Perriman)

 

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