Chartreuse One:
Green fire poured off the incensed alters of men made gods. The natural color never found in nature. Purity of mans creation, distilled. Swirling hate seething in syrupy embers. This must be love.

Love Asphyxiated:
When you love something you hold on to it as tightly as you can. You pull it as close as it can be to your being. Hugging its matter into your very essence. Salty rain drops cascade from the joy of knowing something so strong and having it so close. Darkness shutters down because there is no guard to keep up, no walls to reinforce against the sweet bliss. And when you awaken from you rest snuggled in so tight to that love you realize the life has been smothered out of it, asphyxiated on sucrose smiles. Repunsle hung by her hair until she be dead, dead, dead.

Midnight Secrets
Its midnight again and my secrets are told, whispered to the shadows that listen so intently with understanding. It’s midnight when the walls go down and hope gives way to the hell of my reality. The moon's sweet zenith looks down and waits for my sordid confessional. Our mother hectate who art in the heavens, it has been a lifetime since my last confessional. I come before you humbled of my guile, forgoing the persona that is the person I let all that know me know. I kneel striped of mortal barriers naked of mans skin. Accept me for the grotesque thing that I am, if you can. I sin. Not against the rules of a primordial father figure, but through the shattering of my own commandments. I have had impure thoughts. I have played out the scenarios in my mind polluting the sanctity of my souls tributaries. I have lied. Let myself into the false doors and down the lost trails in an attempt to forget who I was loosing in the forest of my life. Sylvan disgrace of a false guide. I have done harm to others. I have caused pains that will never heal, inflicted scars upon pristine flesh. Spider webs of sorrow and regret visible on the surface at a hundredth of the internal damage, fine lines belying the chasms beneath. I have hurt, because I could not place the pain of truth around the neck of those I loved. Kneeling before this alter of self I beg me for the wisdom to be free of these trappings so that I may know the hope of happiness and the prospect of love for those I have robbed it from. I pray to the deity in my reflection. I ask you only this one simple question: ‘dear god that sleeps within me, what have I done? How can I set these wrong things right?’ And so it is that midnight softly betrays her secrets to one am:

Wonder Lost

I knew it by the lake
As I knew it on the Mountain side
As the trees whispered into our hair
How precious true love is.

No magic in New Orleans?
We brought our magic there.
Walked on secret passages,
And stood in ancient lairs.

Perhaps one day I will return
Maybe I can find some of the magic we left there.

I’m remembering my dreams again
Misty remembrances of your knowing smile
Visions of my shadow self
A shadow I could not stop from cutting golden threads

Awake from my rest
I reach for my heart
It would seem my dream was real
I can not find my core
Only crimson crumbs of soul no more

That could explain the emptiness
Memories of onyx sheers severing transmuted strands

That could explain the fear
A dreaded prophecy fulfilled by me

I lied to you
Because I hated the truth

I lied to you
And killed my final worth

I know you can never trust my hand again
Can never trust my word
So if nothing else I will prove through deed
My shoulder scars will bleed once more

Janus has been rejected
His deception out weighed his wisdom
The trickster god back in chains
May the venom finish its task

A magus closed his eyes to his past
Opened them to rebirth as a twisted mortal

Now initiate once again
Walking a new path so familiar

The price is high for the alchemist art
Hearts clove in twain beats perhaps its last

Though philosophers stone is delicate
The masters may craft lead to gold

What will hells magic render us?

If we might keep the pulse,
Perhaps they have the potion
To mend a broken thing
Maybe they could grow together
Palpitating on a platter

But the truth of it is our hearts do lie halved
And some things can never be fixed
I know it was wrong of me to try

It’s just that I remember a magic we once possessed
A book of shadows where you wrote our spells
Hope, you said would keep us in the water
Swimming fin to fin

I can not guide you,
I was wrong when I said I could protect you
I do not know the way,
I have no more fae by my side

So here I am in pain and sore from the wounds I gave to you
No ability to guide
Not worthy to join you on your quest
Just a man again
A human flawed along with all the rest

If you will have it I would offer you the last spell of a magus no more
Do not loose your hope
Do not abandon your trail
Your magic is so strong I know you will find your way
Have the faith I have in you
Do not let the world win
Never forget that our love was true
I see the star ahead of you, its twinkle so very bright

Now I know why they took my wings

pined down the wings with the safty you bring
nailed shut the eyes by your vision of things
sewed up the lips with the threads of your fear
tounge ripped out by moralitys strings
ears left bleading from the defining silence

now I'm perfect

Seven hundred miles from home, every move miles more.
Leagues ran with the devil at the heels.
Safety bound in harms hands running from devils meters by the minute.
Collection of hats scattered about the winds,
another coat rack and a moment of peace.
Following the stars for guidance, finding their emissions to be lamppost light.
Has the home been found, does it live in our hearts,
on our backs day to day clawing for another banana.
Perhaps there will come a night when we will all look up to familiar ceilings.
May it come to pass that the skyward barriers we remember
so fondly will cease to burn away, letting in the darkness, twilight to dawn.
What use are wings when there is nowhere left to fly.
Look up wayfarer, crane your necks to the heavens.
There is no where left to fail, no depth further to fall.
Spread your wings.
Twitch the bloody stumps of grace We are all gods.
Damn you, damned me to my hell. Peace has been found. It’s
just a mile away.