ocean wed

bride of the watery abyss
where creatures of shadow lurk
the turning tide does not release me
waves toss, caress and throw
salty sting and vision blurred
futile kicks in the crystal blue
resolving to relinquish breath
in favour of the undertow
the speckled play of light
fading from view
the world above
is no longer my home
pulled deep down to
a black sandy bed
nevermore to be touched by light
I am ocean wed

(C) Magenta Nero 2015

The Goddess In The Mirror Speaks To Me

The light is mine
I fan my own flame
higher and higher shall I blaze
to fall apart is not to be broken
I welcome sensation, pain or bliss
scars are the sacred markings
that transfigure, transform
anew I become from the pieces
I wander the infinite wilderness of mind
my essence is not lost and rarely found
beauty and insight I seek and collect
precious stone, fallen leaves, rotting bones
emotions do not confine me
I feel them deeply then they are gone
the past becomes imaginary
it is not where I dwell
sacred desire, life force defining
the futility of coveting what is not yours
the luxury of what is received naturally
all power radiates from within
guide and mentor
the light is mine

(C) Magenta Nero 2015

Madness

come closer Madness
I beckon thee
willing the insanity
an embrace I know so well
it defies belief
of what can and cannot be
pushing limits, flooding gates,
thus flying free
pain, illusion,
drops away, rising ecstasy.
come closer Madness
I hear your voice in whispered tongues
telling me what must be done
the spiral deeper, deeper
into breathlessness
to breathe as one.

(C) Magenta Nero 2015

beckoning

beckoning, thunder rolling the purr of a great beast stirring from timeless sleep who has summoned it forth the sky darkening ominous soon to split open and pelt me mercilessly venturing forth further still into the embrace of the coming storm a promise of purification a strike of light so close, deeper the beckoning thunder.

(C) Magenta Nero 2015

season of storms

…the brew…wind whips up a deafening pace…the forest begins to tremble…trees buckle and sway…leaves lift and twirl around me… birds scatter for cover…the breath taking swirl approaches….it is the season of storms…each one unique, magnificent, devastating…rain chanting through the night…a voice in the darkness so clear…prying open my dreams…seeping in…

(C) Magenta Nero 2015