Anatomy of Man

In studying anatomical charts,

it seems some things have been left out.

Carefully following the path of the spine,

nothing I looked for was there to find.

No Will was there to see,

curious, I wondered where it might be.

Looking over the chambers of the heart,

I saw not where love, joy, and sorrow played their part.

More intensely I examined the skull,

nowhere was there marked a place for a soul.

No designation was anywhere given,

for character, thought, or imagination.

I saw clearly how all the blood flowed,

when why is what I wanted to know.

This chart I thought cannot be whole,

more is missing than what is shown.





Old Magic

For anyone who cares to know,

I’ve set myself a lofty goal,

Delving amongst dusty tomes,

to learn the secrets hidden so,

once I’ve found,

what must be known,

I’ll take myself afar, alone,

beyond the reach of any eyes,

I’ll speak the chants,

perform the rites,

offer up a sacrifice,

implore all Gods,

both young and old,

claim my life,

my self, my soul,

take all I was,

I am, I know,

and in my place,

make one thing so,

bless compassion,

from Your thrones,

heal our broken world,

and make it whole.








Words of a Father

I could answer your many questions, still you would have no knowledge.

They are my answers and don’t belong to you.

I could tell you all the rules of honor, and you would not live honorably.

Honor can only be earned and cannot be given.

I could speak of Gods and teach you the words of my prayers, yet you would have no religion.

Those prayers are sacred only in my mouth.

I could tell you what love is, and you would not know it.

You must see it in me before you can.


The Alchemist, turn lead to gold?

You did not hear, what You were told.

False history it is, that You were taught.

The Alchemist, cannot be bought!

You offer nothing He desires.

Fail to grasp where He aspires.

Perhaps by way of explanation,

we’ll examine definition.

The prefix ‘Al’ denotes divine,

‘Chemist’ the student of properties of.

The reactions when such are combined,

lies foremost always in His mind.

His lab resides in His inside,

His tools are those of a disciplined mind.

Seeking no material gain,

it’s a purer Self to be attained.

Let this poem stand as lesson then,

to those few who would attend.

The Alchemist’s work was never in doubt,

for as it is within, so it is without.


A mage

and One who isn’t so,

the only difference

what each knows,

No genetic heredity

gives birth the Mage’s ability,

while passing by

Her mundane Sister,

It’s a skill

that can be learned,

a Mage’s power

must be earned,

The mystery schools,

of long ago

taught each apprentice,

this was so

this lesson must be,

carefully sown

lest the knowledge thought,

to be theirs alone

The key to any,

mystic door

lies within,

the reach of all

This truth of course,

was always known

for as it is above,

so it is below.

Inner Demon’s secret

Each demon within,

capering insanely,

howling wildly,

fanged and frothing,

jealously guards a secret,

It is loathe to share.

Hissing, venom-spitting,


coiling about,

a knowledge,

It maniacally works,

to keep in shadow.

Red eyes glare,

a promise of suffering,

raw and ruinous,

at impertinent approach.

Talons clawing deeply,

into It’s bottomless sack,

brimming with illusions,

unimagined horrors.

What impetus compels,

unmitigated madness,

wholly un-tempered?

What skeletal key,

nightmare drenched,

drives it unbound?

A chink along It’s midnight armor,

alike in each,

of It’s malign ilk.

It exists solely,

tethered to the hate,

nurtured in a human heart.

Night Forest

Barefoot in the night forest

cool moonlight rays

unveil a face hidden in the day,

No more malign

than the one shown in the bright sun

only less known,

Spectral eyes in the lantern’s glow

belonging to the unseen

whitetail doe,

Ancient lore sets loose

witches, trolls, and goblins

here where there are none,

A place of secrets

but secret only

by choosing not to know,