Draco's Poetry

Here are some....

Grandfather's Clock

My grandfather was well known,
To be able to fix anything and of things homegrown,
Moving with ease thought to thought,
In his mind, no objective confusion was wrought,
With fluid motion he carried his weight,
And for his teaching did I earnestly await,

And he'd tell me,
Look, what do you see?
Many parts in this system are there,
Different sizes, shapes, variance everywhere,
Some gears do less, some do more,
Remove but one, working nevermore,

Things in life may seem complex
But keep simple, your mental muscle you'll flex
For in life, it's the simple things that are most profound,
And it's with these you shall find yourself most confound,
Don't lose your self in that which is composited,
It is from the simple things they are manifested,

And don't let yourself be bothered by the different,
Not only each other do they compliment,
But one to the other they balance,
Knowing this, you know the lesson of temperance,
And the law that drives the pendulums dance,
Through the movement all things are given a chance,

Because all things from simple things come,
Though educated in all things, not enough time to become,
If you look for the concepts in a school of thought,
The keys to many doors have you just sought,
Look for the laws that govern all things big or small,
Do this and you shall understand it all,

And through perception a moment does seem,
A fleeting thing, yet a life it can redeem,
Time is mighty, yet a slave to awareness,
Look to the moment and it's power you harness,
A universe in itself, so much under the surface,
See what is hidden and you shall feel ageless,

Here is where the gear-train of passion lies,
The essence of everything shall you realize,
And to everything, time allows to take it's course,
Through which is felt rhythm, the Pendulums driving force,
And just as for every tick is there a tock,
For every inhale, an exhale, the beating of the clock,

Though things fall, and the clock you must rewind,
The worries of time you shall leave behind,
And knowing with time, soon you'll go, the secrets you bind,
All that you can to a young fertile mind,
This clock, foreign to me, though simple it be,
Gears properly placed, like that which he put in me,

The clock lives, his legacy chimes,
I'll attempt to transcribe it in rhyme,
In bewilderment comes the passion, I yearn,
Yet many things I still have to learn,
Because while of many things, we'd sit and talk,
Just now did it click, I'm my grandfathers clock,

I am my grandfathers clock,

Meditations on a Tree

A tree is like a community
True community, not like society
Where differences aren't cause to discrimination
But an opportunity for education
Not like that of indoctrination
but that of communication
A moment of enlightenment
Where dissolved is the mystery of the firmament
As Earth as my witness, I am one with everything
I awake now not just of my own being
I awake now with the mind of all
For I am a cog in this system universal
I have seen within, so now I truly see
That which is without is trivial to me
That which was absolute is now relative
Possibilities infinite, from the source they are derivative
Planes beyond knowing, worlds beyond comprehension
What to make of this mind-boggling definition?
To Describe what is beyond words, why even try?
And yet we must do so if we are to fly
Everything vibrates, nothing is still
Is all of this at all, even real?
Changing skies and poetic trees
Raging desserts and calming seas
The mundane is a canvas that spirit paints
What does this say about our fates?
Is our existence predestined?
Or is it our actions our fates commend?
We each have our own talents, a calling
But through the valley of life how does it go rolling?
Given many gifts in this life are we
But what path will we follow? what will it be?
Remember, a tree is like a community
And it is in a tree, the answer I see.
All things come from the source
All things of form and force
As day brings the light
So shall you find darkness in the night
Do not be afraid of all the darkness
For without there shall not be consciousness
Construction and Deconstruction
They bring all things to fluition
And yet trivial is the concept of duality
For it is comprised the two sides unity
It is from this primordial ebb and flow
That all things come and all things go
Existence and non-existence is trivial as well
How do you escape the cycle you dwell?
A tree represents this paradoxal circumstance
Let us look to thee for guidance
From the trunk all branches come forth
As the roots are nurtured by mother earth
It is through her fertile womb
That the sacred seed of life shall bloom
Like that of the trunk, one are we
Yet bridging out in diversity
Each branch has something to give
Going on, however it may live
When it blooms, the whole tree is in bliss
How can it be any simpler than this?
If the branches are all the worlds "isms"
Than why the need for such schisms?
I am integral to everything and to it I am reborn
Escape the cycle, why? shall I not be torn?
I am the branch, I am the tree
I am one with everything around me
You cannot deny who you are
I realize now I have come so far
For I see through the eyes of Tiphereth
I am the cycle, I am awake!

Happy Birthday Mother Earth!

Today is Mother Earth's birthday,
We don't know her exact day of birth,
Like many ladies, she just simply wont say,
We have an idea, but I dare not tell, especially today,
But what I can say, is of her merit and mirth,
For what soul continues on like that of Mother Earth?

She holds us all in place
Hugging warmly, passionately grabbing us,
From the cold depths of outer space,
Right or wrong, her compassion boundless,
As she goes on with this embrace,
Now matter how we scar her face,

Her body she freely gives,
Treated as a mere object lifeless and cold,
Throwing things at her, not knowing she lives,
Ignorant of all the beauty there is to behold,
This, day after day, night after night she relives,
And through it all, oh how she forgives,

Beaten, abused, she goes on,
Through the night, the coming of dawn,
Gathering herself through winter, she returns,
Easily, she could stop our stride,
As from responsibility we run and hide,
Yet she stands by us with pride,

Standing by our side,
for all time so tomorrow,
In bliss and sorrow,
It is her cry when it rains,
All to often from quivering in pain,
As we inject poison into her veins,

I hear your call, I feel your pain,
Fear not, you do not cry in vain,
There are others like me, who cherish you,
Selfless, you are, for us you remain,
Thus, for today, I beg you to abstain,
Your love, I cannot compete, nor for you contain.

Responsibility no, you shall not cry today,
Weep not, for today is your birthday,
I invite you, come talk to me,
I shall not ignore you, others may not see.
But you, you've taught me to live in the moment.
So to you each moment I freely give, ask what you will of thee.

With excitement and passion undaunted I say.
Oh Mother, Happy Birthday!

Child's Awe

The fruit of life is the child's awe,
Listen closely, the secret law,
Inebriated, of things big and small,
The explorer, seeking it all,

Carefree, whimsical and true,
To life's everlasting virtue,
Aware, so vividly seeing,
The divine essence of our being,
worries none, unbridled passion flows,
Listen closely, for the child knows,

Totally lost, in playful contemplation,
Exhilaration, the hearts rhythmic elevation,
By existence, bewildered completely,
So overwhelmed, senses on fire,
To get lost in it all is the desire,

Look within and you shall be told,
The new preserves the mysteries of old,
The Spirit is a drop in the fountain of creation,
And you, you are the result of Divine inspiration,
The melody from which all melodies come,
The beating heart of the ecstatic drum.

O'let not the flame die out!

Closed are wisdoms lips,
Her words, the lesson of silence,
From the ear of understanding one sips,
The knowledge to see eminence,

In obscurity, the teaching enshrined,
The temples doors, locked without the key,
For there is persecution among the blind,
And the heretic knows the art of secrecy,

On continues the shadow tradition,
Looked after by ministers of love,
The Oath they take, drawn attention,
Burned at the stake, in the name above,

My breath, you have taken,
In, your rage infernal,
But you are forgiven,
For I am eternal,

For an ever-shining flame have I found,
The torch of the mysteries lies within,
To it's service forever am I bound,
Passed by birthright, it starts again,

The calling of my sacred oath,
The light of which mystery is fed,
Ensuring it's nourishment and growth,
Illuminating the path, the traveler is led,

Oh! Look, what I've done!
Embers of awareness, fallen in place,
Spirits set ablaze, every one,
Luminescence shown, rekindled grace,

Of the path, I am not the first,
It is also true, I am not the last,
Nothing else will quench the thirst,
It is only the veil they must look past

Oh, ministers of pure love shout,
O'let not the flame die out!

Pagan Blood

They see me, but a heathen,
Tainted, a foul sinister thing,
Destined to burn, unworthy of heaven,
If only they heard what nature does sing,

They say worship not creation,
The creator alone, is worthy of praise,
But understand, I make no distinction,
Nor of the worth of our two ways,

Perhaps someday, you will know me,
Until then no animosity do you need,
Unjustified worry, just let me be free,
For I am of a dying breed,

And if I should ever find,
Among you, one who is called,
Whom understands the Pagan mind,
Your God shall be known, be not appalled,

I wish you no harm, we are kin,
Pagan blood courses in my veins,
Saved?, yes, it's too late to begin,
For nature's song, in my heart reins,

It is true, blood runs deep,
Of Earth, Air, Fire and Water,
As Spirit's essence does it keep,
Of all, my blood touches each corner,

From the one to the many,
And the many from the one,
which in all, there is plenty,
The sacred dance can not be undone,

Through the cycle I'll live, and die,
And as the wheel turns I'll be reborn,
The Great Spirit does not live in the sky,
Death is the harvest, I am the corn,

I am a fish in a mighty ocean,
I feel the waters, and do not aimlessly float,
Energized, I swim with much devotion,
Within the seed of the Sabbath Goat,

My spark but an emanation,
My heartbeat, but an echo,
I see, I hear, through complication,
All of this, do I know,

All by virtue of my Pagan blood,

True Medicine

Oh what a plague is Christianity, what a plague,
A hallowed out corpse where once there was a temple,
Whose presence is feared by the minority of ages…,
Their culture raped, their language oppressed,
gods and spirits forgotten, songs silenced,
leaving only, a time worn hymm in native tongue,
glory, glory to the ways of the oppressor,
seeming hollow is this? detailed not,
fragmentary, what is left? what shall survive?
traditions burned alive, soldiers of fear, ignorance,
desperately, trying to flee the mortal coil,
they don’t see, don’t feel the viper clinging on,
injecting venom, they taint their soil,
knowing not the abuse of power,
for the serpent of the depths of the soul,
imparts a brazen staff of sovereignty,
They toss it aside, being bit by the fire,
There are those today, who are as Yeshua,
They are not as cancer, not dead of he spirit,
unlike many, who speaketh his name,
knowing nothing of thy temple,
To those who know, they need no defense,
They see, this is not for them,
As Constantine betrayed his culture,
and Patrick, he ran out the snakes entirely,
and silenced the ways of fae, hollow hills,
echoing, beckoning, they still hear,
And they celebrate him, ancestors cry,
And of the Tsalagi, Natchez, Creek,
The Choctaw, Shawnee, Iroquois,
The Navaho’s among the planes,
All recovering, struggling, persevering,
Afflicted, parasitic cancer, fighting,
the degeneration of their communitive body,
They do not atrophy, their spirits strong.
Though it is hard to live in a world,
where what is sacred is objectified
treated as space, a shady motel
on the path to wealth, health- gates of splendor.
The directions weep, where is a vase?
So that the seed may grow, nurtured,
by true medicine.

Sue Sherrier

Sue, oh Sue Sherrier
An influence is she
yet, oh you can bet
things are oh so merrier
though even dirtier a flower be
perception tainted, oh Sue Sherrier

Her Eyes

Captivated, looking into her eyes,
Forget all else, I see the reflection of all,
An inner artistic spark, creativity flies,
And flight is the gift for those willing to fall,

It’s true, she’s gonna get me in trouble,
But she makes me feel oh so young,
That’s what happens when bass meets treble,
She leaves a song that must be sung,

Others pass her by, seeing but coal,
Commonplace, rough and unpolished,
They see a situation, not the struggle, 
I see a brilliant, sacred stone, to be cherished, 

All good things come to an end they say,
In this world, I’m afraid it must be true,
For not long after we met, she was taken away,
We drifted apart, but that wasn’t it, I knew,

And again we did meet, and I saw again,
All that I once did within her eyes,
No, many things end but some forever remain,
Many things come and go but love never dies,

But the cost of love is sensitivity to pain,
She was in deep thought, something wasn’t right, 
How can she not know that in my sight it’s plain
Overjoyed to see her, yet how i worried that night

Long ago, she was able to tell me anything,
No fear, of judgment, only compassion,
How could I scold?, seeing her inner self crying,
What else to do?, understanding her reaction,

She would tell me, no need to ask,
Out of nowhere, what troubles her so,
Knowing I’d be there, why need of a mask?
It’s of no use, I see through it, I know,

But these days, I am left in the dark,
Feeling hopeless, falling apart,
She hurts I know, I still see the mark, 
How can it heal, how can she start?

To show her, I want nothing more,
All the potential inside, her essence, 
But it is up to her to unlock the door,
She alone, must travel the distance, 

No help of mine can ever be enough,
I must be a fool, as I desperately try,
I know who she is, she’ll make it, she’s tough.
I’ve seen beauty and yet I still cry,

I am chained, torment inside me,
A painful vision, that I disguise,
Because she never got to see,
Herself, through my eyes,

Like a Mouse

She’s like a mouse, mute yet vociferous,
sitting there, doing nothing, and yet,
she effortlessly enters my awareness,
not a muffled sound, delicately quiet,
inward silence, I can still hear her,

in a glance enciphered,
an ethereal beckoning,
forcibly smitten, galvanized, 
piercing, immersive and undulating, 
seized, helplessly tethered,
the mouse trap, caught in the binding,

sitting there, at the picnic table,
long dark hair, and skin so fair,
cute cheeks and lips so subtle,
despite much acumen, I find there,
a bubbly nature and playful giggle,
remembering still, how the light hit her,

“look, how pretty that is”, pointing out my tree,
“as if it were painted there”, I replied,
A beautiful Ash, the sun shineth on thee,
moments ago, to describe one I tried,
coming back alone, just wasn’t the same to me,
for though pretty indeed, the moment was not shared,

nature is wonderous, and yet I feel more,
the canvas of life painted more vibrant,
the moment amplified, not seeing the door,
walking past, oblivious, to all else, ignorant,
senses transcended, with vivid detail I remember,

That was game day, we played mancala,
yeah, she can even make pebbles memorable,
we were doing well… playing it wrong, ah!,
She seemed to figure it out, a little,
probably made it up, but I eagerly followed, 
dspite tragedy, there’s bliss, what’s that mean? 

What’s it mean when I close my eyes,
and see hers, gray with blue tint, 
occasionally showing off, to my surprise,
with shimmering green, a nourishing event,
or when it’s silent, and she comes out,
like a mouse, from were dreams reside. 


Her

Her nature like the Moons glow,
She illuminates the depths below,
With the awe of a child,
Her curiosity is anything but mild,
Like that of a scorpion bite,
You become paralyzed by her sight,
There is no need to explain,
For this is her domain,
She swims and she swims so well,
In the sea where the mysteries dwell,
She moves with grace and beauty,
Like a dolphin, wild and free,
And if you’re lucky, for a moment you’ll see,
She will jump, and defy gravity.

I Am a Pentacle

I Am a Pentacle,
I Am the all encompassing circle,
I Am the never ending cycle,
I Am the five pointed star,
I Am the eternal womb,
I Am the primordial seed,
I Am the masculine force,
I Am the feminine form, 
I Am the Alpha and Omega,
I Am the Divine radiance,
I Am the Universal Conscious,
I Am the Above and the Below,
I Am the Inner and the Outer, 
I Am the enduring Earth,
I Am the intellectual Air,
I Am the potent Fire,
I Am the emotional Waters,
I Am the Spirit which manifests all, 
I Am the matrix of creation,
I Am the giver of life,
I Am the dreamer of beauty,

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

Life really is like a box of chocolates,
The wonders before you are chocolates you can’t wait to taste, 
You nervously anticipate the first bite, the start of something new,
You’ll find chocolates you’ll love and others, not so much,
It’s easy to be disappointed but do not be, 
Find comfort knowing that now you know better, 
For you now know where your passions lie,
But never hesitate in a fever of shyness,
For you will find the chocolates have melted. 

Humanity

They say it’s us or them,
Do not go out on a whim,
You must be a fool not to see,
They are not like you and me,
But the differences between us,
Are nothing compared to the similarities within us,
We want, we need, we hurt, we cry,
We laugh, we love, we fear, we die,
Isn’t love what we need?,
If you prick me, do I not bleed?,
We want, we hope, we pray,
That our suffering will be gone someday,
We feel, we think, we search to find our way,
Aren’t our differences in how we express this anyway?,
If we all conformed to the same way of life,
Would there be any beauty in our preconceived strife?
To see the wonder of diversity within unity,
Is that not our common humanity?

Gift of Feeling

When you cry, whether joy or pain is dealt, 
Remember it is through a gift you felt, 
Whether revelation or time to heal, 
Cherish that which is given, the ability to feel, 
And know, pain or sorrow, 
You will get to feel tomorrow,

Conversations with The Goddess

What do you want?
It is the hardest question I will ever ask of you,
It is the hardest question you will ever answer
Do you know what you want?
Do you really want it?,
Not what your partner wants
Not what your mother-in-law wants
Not what your pastor wants
What do you want?
Oh you had better be sure,
because if you ask me for it.
I will give it to you,
It may not be on your schedule
Oh no, I do not work on your time.
Best rest assured if you ask of me it will be given.
But you must dare to tell me, honestly and fully
For I shall give exactly what is asked for.
I will not read your mind, you must learn to do that.
What do you want? Tell me, do you dare?

What do you want?
What are you most afraid of?
Are you so afraid of it that it is keeping you?
From going forward?,
From growing?
Even from seeking?
has it grown so that the path is covered entirely?
Not to be found?
Does it keep you from what you want?
It will not go away.
I shall give you what you want
Though you must be willing to claim it.
It will be entrusted to you.
Can you keep it safe?
Are you willing?
Do you dare?
Tell me what you want.

Do you dare asks of the gods
Being petrified of what lies within you?
Ah but fear, it guards the gate to our dreams.
Does it not have power to make even a god fall?
the apple of life is as the apple of death.
Dare to taste? Dare to tell?
There is little time to decide.
Ask for your dreams
And I will stretch your being,
Until you can fill the shoes,
I will make you look your fear in the eye.
You will give it a name, give it life
And arm it with the means you most fear.
Given an Athame,
To prove its ire.
Given wings,
That it might pursue your very dreams
Given claws of steal,
That it might wear down your foundation.
Let it emerge as water from the firmament
That it may not be banished without thy death
You shall fight the good fight
You do not have to kill it
Nor does it have to kill you
Yet only one can live.
Either way, you'll be transformed
Tell me, What do you want?
Do you know?
Do you dare?