There is a place that has been left for us,
where there are no more Hippopotamus.
No Ocelot, Octopus or Coyote either,
no Tree Frogs, no Wild Dogs, and no Bengal Tiger.

There is a place and it’s all we have,
where there are no Buffalo, no steer, cow, or calf.
There are no Desert Mouse, Dolphin, or python at all.
No Terrapins, no Peregrines, and no Hyena call.

There is a place, once Our garden place
where no playful fur seals – pups, to alpha males, show their face
no silverbacks, no caribo, no more habitat
no iquanas, no piranhas and no orcas in fact

There is a place where we live alone,
where no playful Elephants call home.
No Wolf, no Jaguar, no place for them to roam.
No Screech Owls, no Sea Cows, and the Platypus are all gone.

This is our inheritance.
This is not our home.
We must return to the fresh green jungles,
the raw red/black earth,
the pure blue sky,
the white sea foam.





Copyright wHITE wIZARD Productions 1997 c.e

What are the secrets that you keep?
Do you know what are their names?
Can you see where they hide?
Can you feel their gravity lurking?

What are you hiding,
underneath the skin?

The first god was the face of terror
Black & dripping
poison, & fangs

the second god was the face of deception
the mouthful of sand
seductive as mercury

the third god was the face of beauty
sensual & sleek
shiny black & chrome

the fourth god was the face of destruction
razor sharp mandibles
a trail of ruins

the fifth god was the face of hunger
gaunt & hollow
the eternity of undying suffering

the sixth god was the face of the sun's return
radiant healing cutting away
ancient darkness for the first time.

(C) Blitz/Undead 30 July, 1998 c.e

u god/dess, u lovelight, u bringer of joy,
It takes a mirror to see your own face, a mirror to see your own light
u illusion, u confusion, u bringer of down,
a mirror to see your own self hatred, a smoking mirror to see your own darkness.
u soul-healer, u heaven harvest, u bringer of dreams,
It takes a minute to see the truth, a watch to see how long a minute is.
u heart-taker, u dream breaker, u bringer of strife,
It takes a lifetime to live the truth, a calendar to know how long a life is.
u winged one, u free one, u bringer of light,
It takes an angel of light to walk into the dark place, a creation to sustain it
u fanged one, u hanged one, you bringer of the knife,
It takes all of creation to remind us......that there’s all of creation out there.

copyright wHITE-wIZARD pRODUCTIONS 2k5

we met in dream she realized,
phoenix rising, fire eyes
eyes that reflect wide open skies,
where the hawk & raven flies.
 
we met in egypt he realized,
eternal flame that never dies.
eyes that reflect starry skies,
in mountain places where time dies.
 
she was born from the goddess she realized,
androgynous creature thinly disguised.
eyes that reflect moonlit skies,
in sacred temple places crystallized
 
he was born from the cat mother he realized,
feline creature, unearthly blood ties.
eyes that reflect desert skies,
where ancient dreams are realized!

© copyright wHITE wIZARD pRODUCTIONS 2k5

tucked off and faraway I slept,
curled sweetly in a fetal ball
and all around me the blackest black,
the womb of space, surrounded by the soft velvety atmosphere,
and the occasional far off light of a star.

I lie here thinking, dreaming, wondering, wishing,
When I will wake?
When I will lion proud, Rise up and roar?
will the opium of sleep in her ebon arms, my spirit keep.
Will the call to move bring pain beyond memory,
as my long curled body breaks and bends?

Even now my dreams begin to be as the solid black space around me,
the only pictures that I see seem like distant memories.
Spiraling on, and twisting around till in my mind,
I can’t unwind whether, dream or wake,

a pinpoint of fine silver white light, comes snaking toward me,
sometimes hard and angular from it’s far off orbit,
sometimes lithe and seductive.

Soon I can hear her musical, metallic voice.
The reptiles hiss whispering an ancient kiss,
entering my mind, designed to unwind.
As it flies, I’m blinded by fuchsia/red/orange skies.

I feel a hot solar wind, tempering the cool white serpent song,
How long this has been I cannot seem to find.
It goes on and on,

kaleidoscopic night, burning rainbow colors bright,
and in my mind her fires burning, in my sleep, my body turning,
It goes on, and on, without end,

her flickering tongue, a salve to my brow, how long has this gone on,
and how many endless stories she has told,
while all the while I unfold. As I see myself in radiant light,

I am not only moving,
I am in flight.

© copyright june 2k1 c.e, cOEC/jAGUAR3 pRODUCTIONS