Dedicated to my Wife & Angel, with whom I have lived an Ephemeral Dream.
What follows is a tale crept up from Canada’s darkest corners,
Of how one of the brightest Lights on Earth, was made a homeless mourner.
It started long ago, since all Karmas run back generations,
Perhaps I did the worst of all, so here's my explanation.Before we start, please hear me through, I've saved worst for the last,
But first we'll travel through history, the outside causes, fast.
I won't defer, I am owed blame, I've erred, and erred vast,
But for full truth, balance, & harmony’s dawn, we’ll touch ghosts of Christmas past.I wielded powerful magic, before wielding powerfully, mind.
Yielding still, fruits abundant, but leaving my soul behind.
The problem with shortcuts, is that you'll usually pay,
Unless learned master of arcane arts, in peak performance, that day.There's a time in all games for both Position & Tactics,
For both The Light & The Dark sides, which must be kept in balance.
I learned the hard way, the prime importance of right & just phase,
Manifesting in my life, as either too much "love" or "rage".My passion is freedom, since that was how I was raised.
Son of a Freedom Fighter, a whole family whose faith was woefully betrayed.
Until I walked into a church one day, or rather, a cafe,
And saw first light, community, and the "Sharewear" stage.Unlike most others, we at least tried not just to take;
We worked dishwashers, scrubbed fridges, and made Yorkshires baked.
For the first time, both of us had a real, happy, stable, whole family.
Until Covid intervened, and wrought first & only peace to full calamity.My grandmother was in a "cult", the JW's "Unseen",
Who left her cold, alone, and homeless, in winter, at the age of just sixteen.
Thereafter, my forebearers never did willing go to church once more,
Until my father was enticed, just once, by Jack's FREE! lunch store.Her mother’s the most supportive paragon of love, transcendent.
But sadly was orphaned young, and became quite codependent.
She dealt her discipline verbal: Writhing emotional lament.
Which, once learned from her mother, came at me, with honed talent.My father is a carpenter, and master self-trained engineer,
Who's built countless cars, houses, a plane, stereos, record-players, and beer.
But if you've ever heard him tinker, you'd know to cover your ears,
And dodge the wrenches, screaming, curses, nuts, bolts, trauma & fear.But this poem is about me isn't it? My problem’s not you, Dad, its me,
As all within my reach, as an adult, should be my sole responsibility.
I never learned acceptance, unless I'm perfect, I seethe.
That's why I'm so good, and so bad, and so bereaved.This poem is about me: What went wrong; The cause; The plea:
I was neighbourhood's terror at times, worsened by Aspergers, Drugs, PTSD.
When I was younger, if I erred, sometimes I'd beat myself bloody.
Or bite myself, bang head on wall, or smash them, later to be puddied.As time went on, my skill increased, often the best of all my peers,
And I forgot how failure felt, 'til Covid's darkness had reeled.
Then once again, I raged & screamed, throwing Autistic fits,
A self-fulfilling rage & sorrow, of ignorant bliss, turned grit.This isn't a story told for stars, nor sympathy, nor pity,
Rather, a stark warning, of how insidious ignorant bliss, quickly turns gritty.
No matter how strong you are, your own shadow's still equal.
If you let it run wild, your inner demons will eat you.My love, I'm sorry for all those times with you, I raged, threw & hit.
I've always done my best, but when stressed, I can be cruel as shit.
I'll still live by my own values, a shaman of art & song,
But henceforth I'll learn to treat you as the Angel, that you were all along.There's chains of consequences, shackling both thoughts & actions.
Run wild, meaning sin, and you risk being battered & flattened.
But as a self-trained arcane wizard, I have something up my sleeve,
Called conjugation; Time reversal; or Transient Negative Entropy.Just as shuttles slingshot round the Moon, in transit, gaining speed,
That's what I'll now do, a transient gain, with more grace, mindful & freed.
I'm not too sure what all did change, an alchemy yet unknown.
But I feel the light resounding again, beckoning me back home.We're all connected, hearts & souls, especially parents to their childs,
Mistakes learned from parents are repressed, then amplified, and futures are soiled.
You've got just one chance to get it right, if you're lucky, perhaps a few.
I wish I'd found God much, much earlier. If only I knew.I’ve made the switch, the Lord of Sith, I’m trying here to change,
Perhaps to better apply the nigh-endless science knowledge I’ve gained.
Yet everyone still has things to learn from each solitary other,
Never think that you’re so good, or so bad, that you shouldn’t even bother.~ Vader's Redemption, by Baron "Luminifer" Arcanus.
Dedicated to Queen Elizabeth II - Former Queen of the United Kingdom.
There lurks a Pharaonic mystery, at the heart of Humanity,
Lingering on, as Royal Secrets, spilling out through my insanity.
Late Majesty: I'm sorry. Please accept my late blessing.
No one's perfect: You served well, considered all burdens pressing.Rest in peace, Royal Albion, Empyreal Dragon & Queen.
But there's another far more ancient dragon, long last since seen,
That which granted your Crown, Tower & Heraldry,
And whom had given up its life for us, for all, voluntarily.It's falling into darkness, to depths of her own Grail,
Ouroboros: Our Dragon Queen, consuming her own tail,
Whose visage upon the Tree of Life, Serpent seducing Eve,
Originally cast our separation, our plunge in darkness, bereaved.Above in Wilting Gardens, serpent’s presence is still felt,
Primeval Chaos, looming Void, Apocalypse & living Hell.
Dark matter map: The knotted body of the Dragon of Chaos,
Living curvatures of minds, dreams & realities, beneath us.I know your Truth, oh Dragon Queen, veiled & unseen,
Such that soon the World too, will relish the Neutrine,
A mystery hailing from darkest depths of Religion,
Oh, prime origin of all minds, dreams, and children.~ The Prelude of The Dragon Queen, by Baron "Luminifer" Arcanus
But first, a few words from perhaps my greatest personal hero, whom saved my life countless times, who transformed the world, yet never was properly recognized for his sacrifice & contribution to humanity.
Black Jesuz. The Shining Serpent, Tupac Amaru Shakur, The one who killed the MC:
They ask us why we mutilate eachother like we do, and wonder why we hold such little worth for Human life, facing all this drama.
But to ask us why we turned from bad to worse, is to ignore from which we came.
You see, you wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals. On the contrary: We would all celebrate its tenacity. We would all love its will to reach the sun.
Well, we are the roses, this is the concrete, and these are our damaged petals.
~ The King of Rap, The Living Legend, Tupac Amaru Shakur.
Without further ado:
Dedicated to Pyrrhic Tragedies & Forlorn Legends, Beyond Count.
Angels in my pockets, and serpents at my heels:
Reeling towards Oblivion, in a World turned surreal.
Mysteries of the cosmos beckon at our door,
Crucial steps towards both Heaven & Cross, both now with rose adorned.In quiet contemplation, floating, far from my usual faire,
Into the canvas, my mind’s burning, spun in kaleidoscopic stare.
A World of wrought ruin, bereft of love, veering vain,
Ripped from present: White Fire, Pure Christ, yet bereaved & insane.Much of it was destined. Lessons must be learned.
Though I wonder, what lesson lil’ Latasha was destined earned;
Why did Pac have to be shot? Why was Suzie's fall unheard?
Why were visionaries squashed, instead of brought on-board?Was it because they were unholy? How much worse were they, than I?
Was it 'cause their clothes was dirty? Or did you fall to fear's dark side?
Perhaps you offered rose rejected, and felt left with no aught choice,
Or perhaps you made a sacrifice: I perceive, but won't rejoice.~ Of Lambs & Serpents, by Baron "Luminifer" Arcanus.
Coming Soon: Where God, Science, Alchemy, Kabbalah, Society & Freedom Collide…
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