Post by Prophet on Apr 5, 2011 8:19:37 GMT -8
The Crossing of The Saints
We met at the Crossing of the Saints,
After the Chaotic Vortex hath Opened;
Resistance, Lust & True Love
Entwine in vines, growing strong,
With their grounding in Grass Roots,
blossoming seeds of true knowledge,
blooming forth with the flowers of life,
The Rite of Spring is opening itself
unto its children, who have been locked
on the other side of the gate,
In the land of Winter, for the proceeding Aeon.
Beautiful, divine light & the guiding forces
of true natural wonders, are creating
a divine new age, that is just beginning
to show & grow & go unto the most high.
Gods & Goddesses took the Fey and Shi
unto the mists, while they took for
the sky & deep dark places of fear & pain.
Yet, a day must come, when enlightenment
shall be offered to all,
no matter what their path,
for, if we but Imagine,
we hath no enemies, for we can
all be students & teachers & utmost friends;
We hath called down the mists &
have created a second Avalon,
one in the midst of Babylon ---
The fey and saints play with
gods & goddesses newly resurrected.
Mary dances with Mars, and
sings unto the child Spencer----
An elven chant, bearing divine message ---
“Baby it’s you, da-da, da-da, Baby it’s you. . .”
“Do you get it?”
Oh, we met at Saint’s Crossing,
Those deities, fairy angels & myself.
Resistance through Tyler, tattoos & Art.
Introducing ultimate suffering unto Joy;
I have given back Aphrodite to Kate,
And the Village & Women’s ensemble theater
Can have her, reforming her part in
the triple goddess, along with Gaia & Lilith -->
Goddesses of earth & wisdom <--
Earth, wisdom & love shall again be
divinely female, and the utmost creators.
Communicating with Q, Kuo & Lord Shiva.
Ultimate creation from divine destruction.
Some demons need to be destroyed,
to regain the balance of the universe,
and the Judgement gives way
unto this concept of a new divine Aeon.
Mars says “What War?” ---
“I see no war happening no.”
Yet he is merely facetious---
This is the never ending holy war
of money, power, greed & wealth ---
Pluto, the Lord of Metal & Underworld,
has owned this last thousand years
through corruption of church, holy genocide,
imprisonment in chains, slavery of the mind,
and they stole our childhood magic from us,
through their cut, linear lines.
There is War never ending, Apocalypse Always,
And Eris, goddess of chaos,
follows Ares with unending devotion --> Yet from Eris,
Eros & Aphrodite weave their webs of love,
The dichotomy beginning, ending & beginning in oneness.
We Met at the Crossing of the Saints
Myself & Mama, following the Great Spirit,
the Holy Spirit of life, in our own way.
Archangels Gabriel & Brat (Michael)
communicate through the voice of mind & heart.
Gabriel shares his love with Lexi,
our divine cigarette girl, sharer of holy smoke,
and an age of free love is dawning unto a new day.
I walk with Joy & Banyan, dispelling
the fear & Paranoia of the masses,
as we quest for that elusive smoke.
Mary communicates with Mikhail, and speaks
of her homeland & holy pilgrimages.
And, oh, this dready beard man lays it straight,
speaking of space & time & boundaries
defined by said space, giving us back true time.
Yet he also speaks of the higher levels of
the Masonic order, and the Great Eye of Giza,
staring down on the people, from the sky.
Trini from Trinidad has shared his
divine wisdom, as well,
& gives hope to our travels.
The deities of disorder have planned a talk show,
And nowhere man from nowhere has
drunkenly wandered into our scene,
so we close our circle, but it is ever open.
Our roughly cut diamond girl in the ruff
has fallen for the suave alchemist Lex,
and he for her as well, and these students
bring the university & streets together.
The Fey have been called & gather in
clusters in the mist, each collectively working
their own divine magicks upon this holy city.
We met at the Crossing of the Saints,
After the Chaotic Vortex hath Opened;
Resistance, Lust & True Love
Entwine in vines, growing strong,
With their grounding in Grass Roots,
blossoming seeds of true knowledge,
blooming forth with the flowers of life,
The Rite of Spring is opening itself
unto its children, who have been locked
on the other side of the gate,
In the land of Winter, for the proceeding Aeon.
Beautiful, divine light & the guiding forces
of true natural wonders, are creating
a divine new age, that is just beginning
to show & grow & go unto the most high.
Gods & Goddesses took the Fey and Shi
unto the mists, while they took for
the sky & deep dark places of fear & pain.
Yet, a day must come, when enlightenment
shall be offered to all,
no matter what their path,
for, if we but Imagine,
we hath no enemies, for we can
all be students & teachers & utmost friends;
We hath called down the mists &
have created a second Avalon,
one in the midst of Babylon ---
The fey and saints play with
gods & goddesses newly resurrected.
Mary dances with Mars, and
sings unto the child Spencer----
An elven chant, bearing divine message ---
“Baby it’s you, da-da, da-da, Baby it’s you. . .”
“Do you get it?”
Oh, we met at Saint’s Crossing,
Those deities, fairy angels & myself.
Resistance through Tyler, tattoos & Art.
Introducing ultimate suffering unto Joy;
I have given back Aphrodite to Kate,
And the Village & Women’s ensemble theater
Can have her, reforming her part in
the triple goddess, along with Gaia & Lilith -->
Goddesses of earth & wisdom <--
Earth, wisdom & love shall again be
divinely female, and the utmost creators.
Communicating with Q, Kuo & Lord Shiva.
Ultimate creation from divine destruction.
Some demons need to be destroyed,
to regain the balance of the universe,
and the Judgement gives way
unto this concept of a new divine Aeon.
Mars says “What War?” ---
“I see no war happening no.”
Yet he is merely facetious---
This is the never ending holy war
of money, power, greed & wealth ---
Pluto, the Lord of Metal & Underworld,
has owned this last thousand years
through corruption of church, holy genocide,
imprisonment in chains, slavery of the mind,
and they stole our childhood magic from us,
through their cut, linear lines.
There is War never ending, Apocalypse Always,
And Eris, goddess of chaos,
follows Ares with unending devotion --> Yet from Eris,
Eros & Aphrodite weave their webs of love,
The dichotomy beginning, ending & beginning in oneness.
We Met at the Crossing of the Saints
Myself & Mama, following the Great Spirit,
the Holy Spirit of life, in our own way.
Archangels Gabriel & Brat (Michael)
communicate through the voice of mind & heart.
Gabriel shares his love with Lexi,
our divine cigarette girl, sharer of holy smoke,
and an age of free love is dawning unto a new day.
I walk with Joy & Banyan, dispelling
the fear & Paranoia of the masses,
as we quest for that elusive smoke.
Mary communicates with Mikhail, and speaks
of her homeland & holy pilgrimages.
And, oh, this dready beard man lays it straight,
speaking of space & time & boundaries
defined by said space, giving us back true time.
Yet he also speaks of the higher levels of
the Masonic order, and the Great Eye of Giza,
staring down on the people, from the sky.
Trini from Trinidad has shared his
divine wisdom, as well,
& gives hope to our travels.
The deities of disorder have planned a talk show,
And nowhere man from nowhere has
drunkenly wandered into our scene,
so we close our circle, but it is ever open.
Our roughly cut diamond girl in the ruff
has fallen for the suave alchemist Lex,
and he for her as well, and these students
bring the university & streets together.
The Fey have been called & gather in
clusters in the mist, each collectively working
their own divine magicks upon this holy city.