Phoenix Born by Iris E.
Pretend for a moment
that
this is put to the back drop of a blues song. I wrote this before
listening to Juliette Lewis and the Licks "Hard Lovin' Woman," though
afterward upon re-reading I heard the tune with these lyrics instead.
Kind of an odd match and I like that.
http://www.myspace.com/juliettelewis
Enjoy.
The Light And The Shadow
By Iris E.
Unlikely
teachers,
Distorted view of time,
Quantum in nature
We walk the fine line,
Aware of the dangers,
Of the burns of bathing in
the Light,
And the pitfalls of
ignorance,
In ignoring the shadow.
She said she can see the
dead,
She is scared of her power,
No more than vague interest
can be found here,
But for the vision,
No voice and no choice in
the matter.
A sad state of affairs,
For those beyond the veil.
Inspired and on Fire,
The Water it grows cold,
And black like Night skies,
Let's climb this Tree
together,
And see what fruit we may
find,
Golden, Silver, translucent
mind,
Save not for the lust of
result,
Spread wide open the vault,
Watch the rubies flow at
the base of a
Birch, see its eyes, Pan,
Green man's face staring
back at you,
His thirst quenched, he's
nourished and nourishing,
His power brought back
again,
Breaking the deadened skins,
Shed this green serpentine,
This time its layer
refracts black,
There are powers beyond us,
Malign at best, still in
tact,
And they sway us.
And they sway,
But all are not bad,
The secret Will of the
multi-verse,
The hushed up reality,
More like fantasy,
Finding refuge between -
within these pages,
Sanctuary for upcoming and
ye olde sages,
Nothing is so comforting,
As fulfilled solitude in
learning,
And in becoming,
Hit the ground running,
Away from,
The terror of Typhon,
You're right to be afraid,
He may have been slain,
But all are reborn again,
Even the Gods when they die.
Is this possible?
Why should I try to explain,
To these closed ears?
Why should I look like a
follower,
Or El Ron Hubbard,
Or some sci-fi space junkie,
Who cannot commit,
Watch them... Throw their
fit,
They cannot handle it,
Spasm of rational mind,
You set forth a reaper in
their head,
To think that the living
could be dead,
The white could be red,
That there may be True
Names,
Which will not be said,
And that their entire lives
have been a lie,
Yeh, fucking yay... A lie,
It's not for fear of this,
The things that will not
rest but for intrigue and interest.
Can you edify this
solidness flowing,
Into the heated whisps of
growing,
Like a flower is your mind,
And it can wilt and it can
die,
It can bend and it can soar,
But it can always grow,
Always grow more,
These children playing in
waterfalls,
Are as good as a Sylph in
this world,
Or an Undine, finding they
only exist,
In the peripherals of our
Space-Time,
Mind's eye,
What is life without Magick,
And the study thereof,
What is Love without Magick,
And the practice therewith,
But splashing around in a
pool,
Of feeling, or bliss,
Follow yours but do not be
blinded,
By the Sun,
For a shadow lurks behind,
Every
Single
One.
~ Iris E.
