Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity of quintessential grandiloquence on this edifice, casting thy maestra symphony to be or not to be liminal esoteric Mnemosyne velleity, but in fact a vatic edict on tantalizing your most intimate sultry.
Necromantic kissy kissy muah, to the necrobiotic, rictus lambent lament, melodious songbird choir of sempiternal complexity to make sanguinary fervid incipient lachrymose flooding the streets. Cross this lycanthropic malediction for I ventriolic assanina husks empyrean arcana dismal fates under thy hex with the depths psychopomp Yggdrasil.
Careful where you tread mortal, goddess of the nigh is here, witchess gazes through the fenestral, nocturne saucers glimmer as the siren lures you with serenades and her visage, just an itty bitty bite is how it starts, catch a sweet tooth and it will splay you apart. Velvets bear jagged fangs emptying your chest cavity of your heart, delicate if it’s eaten before it stops.
Night air shivers in restless repose
To pallid dreams of dorment desire
Creaking groans of lost souls moan
Some poor tortured thing may haunt
Besieged by phantasmagoric demons
Lest blood deceive pernicious tales
Crumbling corridors hear chants that echo
Midst gossamer embraces that flicker intent
Bibles smoulder their pitiful surrender
An effigy of crucified Christ beholds
Soulless eyes invite submission
Cradling esurient sanguine lust
Shrouds cascade in flowing tatters
Whispers waft upon dank air
Inviting fleeting prayers murmered
A weeping tear on cheek to bare
Crucifix clutched with growing fervour
Defends this depraved decadent dance
Beguiled in spidery webs uncertain
A purifying presence subdues perchance
Screams descend as fiery infernos
Like dancing flame to spiralling moth
Ash cascades as falling snowflakes
Melting like the morning frost
© Arcana
I come to you from my lake of dreams
Crossing the divide between worlds
You called me with your tears
That echo through the void
Your grief drowns in thoughts
Worn sadly upon your brow
It fills me with yearning lament
That sparkles with dripping jewels
My embrace will slowly fade
As I wash away your pain
And bathe in all your sorrow
Cleansing your tortured soul
This lake swells with tears
My world exists in pale reflections
Your heartbreak sustains my essence
For I dwell in despondent abandon
I leave you purged of woe
As I submerge between worlds
Clutching your precious jewels
To ripple upon my shores
© Arcana
Time cascades like falling leaves
Floating where the wild winds gust
A moment past, forever lost
Enveloped in a stream of years
To be, to cease, to drift away
Some distant place awaits beyond
Remote, unyielding, surpassing measure
To liberate all past constraint
The wild winds surge before this place
Scattering leaves within its squall
Their brief meanders carried thence
To fade from sight and dwell in thought
At peace they lay where’er they gather
No longer scarred by storms endured
Resting below tranquil skies
Casting ubiquitous age afar
To know not all they came to be
And be as one with eternity
Something new will lead them on
Towards a glimmer of what’s to come
Behind them, chants a parting prayer
To serve reminder whence they came
The trees they cloaked, now all laid bare
To bear the scars ’til healed by time
Time cascades where leaves have fallen
The wild winds rage, the leaves to blow
And carry forth when end is nigh
To each and all they come to surge
The lessons of a lifetime spent
Each precious act of selfless love
All ripple back across the years
Through aching tears, with fond farewell
© Arcana
He’ll either choose you or her.
we don’t know but we know.
Obsession pennies, and hands drool for more.
You give in to the oracles.
Snow hands like those on The Lovers card.
Can’t you see they might be your hands?
Feeding your ears what you eagerly crave.
When in love, your brain is your misguiding reader.
It storms lies as long as you keep yourself
vulnerable to it.
It picks different cards and tells you favorable stories
like she’s the fool, you’re destined lovers,
even if he’s proposing to others.
The reader knows best, doesn’t it?
One, three, six months, and two years
passed on decks, trying to sort him out.
Fool in Reverse keeps showing up,
he has given you every sign to dump him.
But your reader’s interpretation is it must be about
your innocence or a new beginning with him.
Three of Swords may tell you he’s a cheater,
and The Tower may tell you about your grandparent’s loss,
but the cards never tell you’re gambling with your years
until you find them past you.
I took a Major Arcana Tarot card deck,
And put foretelling to the test.
The querent would be the Earth,
With a past, present and future spread for our mirth.
I guess I'm the 'King of Swords',
The proud significator;
Of reading the divine fortune,
For the children of the world's holy creator...
Reversed 'Justice' is drawn for the past,
It's for the balance of things as laws would grasp.
It seems as if nature's harmony has flawed,
Breaking the equilibrium of natural law.
'The Star' reversed is for the present,
Happiness replaced by an opposing malevolence.
If disenchantment is our foe,
We have to get into the know!
'The Emperor' is upright, for the future,
Perhaps this leader will provide the sutures;
An authority on good and what we need,
To heal the earth and stop the bleed.
I hope you believe what I hollered;
Please go to your purse, that will be five dollars.
5-September-2021
otherwise called book of wisdom
with its teachings and archetypes
laws and lessons as relevant today
as they were hundreds of years ago
history repeating itself
human nature being what it is
the mysteries of mankind’s experience unveiled
come to light in a cycle of repeated patterns
by candlelight the epochs blurred
here hovers an air of timelessness
in a rite of fire and intent
tarot cards neutralized and purified
wafts of frankincense roam the air
with much reverence my hands reaching
in a moment of silence and bonding
i invite the cards to imbibe my energy
the ritual of unwrapping their silk shield
while wafts of sage continue to disperse
revealing archaic symbols etched
adorning twenty-one major arcana
a hopeful silence for secrets divulged
in soothing stillness the old soul listens
shedding universal light on both past and future
mostly to understand ours and human nature
AP: 2nd place 2023, 3rd place 2020
Posted on October 9, 2020
Graveyard of thoughts awakening
Reminiscent in shadows of yesteryear
Elusive like these dreams tempting me
As if i were to follow them through their enigma
Towards the echoes of night's faint beat
Every pulse moves you closer to me
Shadowing the existence of mind's thoughts
Compiling them from your soul's lyric
Amidst the whispered words of this arcana
Prompting me to follow in the abyss of sleep
Escaping these dreams i no longer foresee
*acrostic & anacrostic
Thrown from heavens tides,
an embryonic entombment drowning in desire…
For I have seen the face of an angel,
bending realities before my despondent eyes…
Where for the beats of my hapless heart,
sending signals to your ravaging realm...
I stand before you a christened Knight,
my pulchritudinous princess of spades…
A melancholy madman marooned on distant Dunes,
as your daggers of love penetrate my pensive passion…
And thus I stare at the monolithic moon,
asking for twilight beams to chariot your embrace…
For I am lost within your nebulous perfidious presence,
and yet I wait for your return like a cataclysmic comet…
Warping my space-time and hemorrhaging heart.
...background music
Nox Arcana
"Labyrinth of Dreams"
...from Grim Tales
...Male virtual voice
July.02.2019
Slave to love Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 8'th...Thank You
the tall red shadow waits on me
a con artist behind a porcelain desk
please feed the dark cat with musk up your sleeve
orange in the spotlight
spare a lighter, sweets
got terminated for bodily mutilation
omeprazole parole i'll sleep up sitting
a dyatlov pass pass pass it off
it's a diet, love, fast fast fast it off
i've seen your camcorder with the nudes and strings
la mirada, arcana, belts and things
go home and get off to it
but don't make it too obvious
let him in or so help me god
like spinning the wheel but it never stops
white noise, static, and blood clot trees
cause everything is kitsch if nobody's pleased
I am a fool
not very wise
roaming for full beauty
yet bereft of reason.
A trait of doubt is within me
a spirit in search of action
a dog my company
I’m the start I’m the end.
Nehpets Gnik - entered for Nette Onclaud contest - TAROT CARDS
Arcana chosen No 1 - The FOOL
I wont tell as long as we can stay cool
as long as you let me treat like a jewel
I wont tell, if you don’t wont me to
I'll do whatever you want me to do
To you, I'll always stay true
I'll keep it a secret just between me and you