Romantic Wander

On this day

I devote

my heart

to you

as I stand

by your side

with a promise

to be true

as I support you

at those crazy times

alongside those days

when you are feeling

a pale shade

of blue

to be a

morning star

on each frosty morn

the strength you need

to march on

the encouragement

needed to

help you along

a sunrise on each

frozen dawn

the bird song

that whispers

in the howling wind

the wind caught

within a ships sail

the storm of

passion that

spark within

the fires of my heart

will burn

with devotion

shall not fail

a tear drop

of emotion

the rivers that runs

free until they

reach the ocean

may you be

greeted with compassion

every step of the way

as you battle through

each night

as you rise on

each new day

the thoughts of you

they linger close

to my heart

absence is a killer

the weeks

we spend apart

every conversation

your essence

a delight

I feel the space

beside me

the one you filled

many a night

bitter-sweet separation

increases piety

deconstructed infatuation

disassembled projected disillusion


what will be

will surely be

but as you sail

the seven seas

i hold a promise

a wish

that when you return

it will be

to be

with me.


MedusaMoon c2016



She grew weary

of the enormity

of her misplaced


she was fed up

trying to be

the person

they told

she must be

courage gave her

the strength

to open

the cage of her

restricted possibilities

the exhausted stuck record

playing a dogmatic song

“what the hell is wrong

with me?”

compassion introduced


thus allowing her

wildness to run free

humanity opened her eyes

unconditional love gave

her fresh vision

liberating her

ability to see

she was part of

this universe

the very same universe

that is inside you

inside me

inside every bird, butterfly,


raindrop, rainbow

flower and tree!

MedusaMoon c2016

Modernism’s Divine Interventions

We are born

birth anxiety

neurosis innately hanging around

passed down through generations

constitutionally bound

we grow

in pastures artificially grown

breaking our backs

to pay for houses

we never fully own

whilst they fill our heads

God fearing fables

restricted education societies

dividing humanity

creating class wars

reach your full potential

depends where you were born

as we bang our heads

on the swinging class doors

closed to the likes of you

shut to the likes of me

if we fill your minds

with enough nonsensical disillusions

the wool

blocking the sun

prevents the visionary’s

capacity to see

institutionalise the manic insane


for profit and gain

no-one will remember her name

does that mean

she needs to beat them

at this violent  game

master and servant

slave to the machine

fill the void

with nicotine and caffeine

life’s pain unbearable

let them pump us

full of morphine

that will proof to us

that they really care

what happen to her innocence

pretty wild flowers in her hair

death anxiety

you are going to burn

inadequacy angst

they teach us

what we need to learn

stich up these sore eyes

the writing is on the wall

the fast we climb

the quicker they ensure

we fall

down onto rocky ground


do not make a sound

obedience is a must


we can trust

the final straw

broke the crust

outdated belief systems


intransigent rust

toxic dust

dysfunctional lust




an echo in the wild

the ascetical calling

defeated by nemesis

Venus is falling

in love with the moon

molecules and molecules

of stardust

swimming around the astral plane

neurosis and psychosis


from an inhuman

act of kindness

military meticulousness

marching into an abyss

fearless truth

is waterproof


misplaced youth

wings of justice


the Angel of darkness

mourns the light

the rolling tides

day into night

let’s hope to God

we get this right

before the soul

takes its final flight.


MedusaMoon c2016

Sunday Morning!

5 a.m.

on a Sunday morning

awaken from lucid dreaming

bolting into reality

someone is screaming

a hungry child

lays next to a desperate father

his 5 year old son

calls out for his mother

a stark reminder

separation enforcement

painful echo

of a silenced voice

hard to choose

when we have

no choice

ice-cold rain falls

from violent skies

a piecing wail

as another child dies

rock-hard ground

a makeshift bed

pool of water

swimming around his head

in the vague distance

fearful unbeknown

reluctant continuation

but no way home

starvation awaits

not even a crust of bread

children are hungry

no food to be fed

5 hours walking

into deeper hostility

disillusioned concept

the land of the free

a morbid truth

how many will survive?

macabre fact

no-one gets out alive

life should not contain

judgemental ignorance

who is there to blame

cognitive dissonance

a day in the life

of constant injustice

whilst we turn a blind eye

watching people matching

into a modern manmade abyss

how many heroes will it take?

to prove to us

the facts are fake

broken promises

drowning in the lake

of propaganda

a slimy poisonous snake

just bite me on the ass

the fat one I sit on

here on the greener grass

my privileged existence

would not allow

my throne to fall

oh let them bow

as I am topdog after all

when the fool on the hill

comes tumbling down

shattered disillusions

the diamonds in his crown

the cracked persona

reveals the twisted clown

hide inside glass houses

the reflection of the sun

is great for denial

as I wash my hands

of all that I have done

when the war is over

who has won?


MedusaMoon c2016



I had a dream

as I woke up

to a new dawning

the truth of my existence stood before me

the shadow of my darkness came

face-to-face with my internalised fear

I stood frozen


swilling around in an abyss

year after year after year

every cell in my body

had died

as I wondered the crust of this earth

in utter desperation


the living dead

the echo of my emptiness

a scream that woke

my destructiveness

a curse to feel

a urge to be real

I held a dream

but it was not a dream

it was a task

it was the responsibility

of each human being

to create a brighter world

but the darkness I foresaw

cast doubt inside my mind

faith had been destroyed

my humanity was blind

self-obsession was the core

they taught me well

narcissism pouring out

of every pore

an animalistic survivalist

distorted reality

illusion creates capitalism

a system built to drain

the essence of life

to abuse and use

profit and gain

medicated disposition

silence the insane

they may reveal

a truth


as their awakening unfolds

freedom cannot be controlled

therefore, kill it before it burns

holes inside the disillusion

I hold a dream

but to ensure

a dream

can be reached

I implore you

to open up you



do not walk

away from me

I have a dream

why do they insist on silencing me

acid rain

polluted rivers

why can we see

I have a dream

but who will share

this dream with me?


MedusaMoon c2016

Dragon Warrior and the Wizard King!

If one listened carefully

the winds that blow

through the depths

of the Valley of DarkVarte

it has been written

that one would hear

this sage

that is





WildFlower lay hidden, underneath the overgrowth of thorn bushes and discarded Goala leaves that fell off huge Hognor trees growing close by.  These ancient Hognor trees were superannuated trees whose sole purpose was shelter, as they had outgrown their own usefulness of providing fruit.  Those watery lemony Goala balls that were sought after by the Olga tribe residing in the Valley Olgwana about 1000 lightshines away.


Trees with no purpose

a valley consumed by darkness

a young woman seeking meaning

the beginning


the end

meeting by chance

as a tale unfolds.


WildFlower had sought shelter from the storm of Pendaler and these bold and sturdy Hognor trees had welcomed her into the deep dark valley and provided a home for the past three years.  The three years laid in complete darkness had taken its toll, as the blackness was creeping into her heart, which was now surrounded by darkness.  It was as if vines were intertwined, crashing every breath she stole, and causing a sharp pain deep inside her soul.  The coldness of her chosen isolation was taking its toll, and as she sat in deep contemplation waiting for the call, she pondered the path that lay before her.  WildFlower was enslaved by an astriosplanet without a soul.  Her clan had watched the rise of DarkVarte and his evil merry men, the astriosplanet waited for the rise of a hero. The universe waited for the one who would lead them back into a time of lightshines to counterbalance the darkbeams that had been cast over the lands by DarkVarte.


When he stole the astriosplanet.


WildFlower placed her weary head onto a log to listen to the call of the wild but the sound of silence was placed heavy upon her brow. She drifted into the realms of daywalking, which was the sphere of outer obit, the place where tales are written and hope was weaved into the silken treads of time. Drifting deeper into timeless motion, sinking, falling into the deepest abyss, silence screams could be heard by lost Saffroniar maidens, voiceless damsels in distress suspended in time. The hopelessness that was lost, the hope that could no longer serve a purpose, lost hope just hanging around.


Suddenly, she was hanging upside down suspended in motionless space.  With his fierce fiery voice the Dragon spoke:

“Rise WildFlower

you are a chosen one

rise WildFlower

there are battles to be lost

but wars to be won

hidden  too long

away from the sun

rise WildFlower

your mission has begun”.


She bolted awake, as the Dragon’s exhaled last breath, she feared the forceful fire would extinguish her, but it stopped, right in front of her Ajna. Open. See. Know.


WildFlower arose, shook off the Goala leaves, she bowed to greet the Hognor trees for their shelter and informed them she was ready.  A very ancient Hognor tree made his way through to where WildFlower stood, brazen, ready to fly.


He bent down and whispered inside her ear:

“There is a Wizard King, he waits for you”.

“Find him,

he holds the key

but first you have to travel to CasGowner

there you till meet the Salamanca,

she has a map”.

“Go now, tell no-one of your mission, use your gifts they will serve you”.


With that last remark he stood tall and shook his branches until he uprooted himself.  His mission was now complete, he had lived many a dayshine, experienced timeless darkbeams, and he was weary, he had held this mission and it had cost him many an astriophere.  He had fought the hungry ghosts who sought the book of life, alongside those who wanted to know the meaning of all existence for power and control.  The thirsty wells of pointlessness seeking fulfilment, the lost meaningless forces that sought completion, they had all sought him out to find the key. He had just met her and she shone brighter than the Sapphires that lit up the green skies. He smiles as he fell to the ground with an enormous crash. An echo ran through the Realms of all time, this was the sound the astriosplanet had waited for since the birth of all time, for this was the sound of all hope. What a power noise it made.


“What gifts?” thought WildFlower


“I do not recall receiving………”




A hissing sound pieced WildFlower thoughts mid-sentence, she was startled by the sudden interruption.



“Huh” was all she could mutter


“Psssss, over here” the hissing sound directed


Wildflower wandered over to where the sound had been heard somewhere deep within the brambles, thorns and overgrowth. She came in direct contact with this tiny lizard-type-thing, who was slimy and scaly and had darting eyes that were able to notice every movement within a dayshine range.


“I know who you are little beasty” “I was watching you” he bellowed and his breath was a think green acidy stink that killed any vegeration in its path.


“Ugh, that is creepy, why were you watching me?” said an alarmed Wildflower


“To steal you secrets, borrow your darkmoods and destroy all daystarlets you may hold” he could hardly contain his wicked laugher.


“Well, I do not have any, so I have nothing to steal” announced a proud and rather innocent WildFlower


“Oh beasty, beasty, beasty” he tutted


“Why they chose a child?” he looked through her as if he could read her Orb.


“You have no idea do you?” he said after reading her for a moment.


An Orb is the imprint that each creator receives at completion which will be the trueprint of their destiny.  No many creators were skilled or talented enough to read Orbs but NixRoath, he was an outcast, his was a student to DarkVarte before he lost DarkVarte’s favour.  Their relationship dynamic was the old classic tale of master and servant, proof that as long as creators lived in the astriosplanet, there will be a fight for power and control. So NixRoath’s gifts were plenty but he needed WildFlower for personal gain, as he knew that she was the one to set the astriosplanet to rights.  She was the key, the key to his freedom to walk in the dayshine and not be imprisoned by the darkness of DarkVarte.  Do not get him wrong, he had no intention of remorse or to seek forgiveness, no, no, no, he wanted to rule the astriosplanet. Well of course he did, this may be a new saga but it is by far not an old tale!


“Where are you heading beasty?” he spouted


“Why?” proclaimed WildFlower, giving his a disconcerting stare.


“Let me be your guide, you will not even need to pay me!” he cunningly tried to manipulate her.


WildFlower had the softest Orb and so she said he could walk with her to CasGowner.  He tried to enquire as to why she was travelling to CasGowner but she was not going to give away her secrets, as he had just stated he was there to steal them from her.  As they headed out towards the edge of the Valley of DarkVarte he asked if he could travel under her cloak, as the dayshines would burn his skin. Her kindness and compassion outshine most Orbs and so she lifted him onto her right hand side and hid him under her collar. The stillness of the think auro was chocking them as they stumbled in the dark fighting their way out.


Far beyond all astriopheres the EiDoLons were watching the saga as it was unfolding.  EiDoLa were content with this strange meeting between WildFlower and NixRoath, as she foresaw a greater daystarlet but the EiDoLons were concerned.



WildFlower suddenly bolted, whilst NixRoath hid away under her collar, both uncertain how to respond to this strange sound which neither could recognise.




A sound bellowed from behind a huge Hognor tree, the crackling of Goala leaves rattled loudly as an approaching object moved closer to where they stood rigid with anticipation.  WildFlower used her Anahata to sense if this rapidly approaching ‘thing’ was either friend or foe.


WildFlower was the most gifted creator in the astriosplanet; she had abilities that only the EiDoLons held. Her purity shone bright and her softness could be felt by those who came into contact with her. She was unaware that she was so gifted and thought that the abilities she held were felt by all creators.  Even her tribe of Dragon Warriors were unaware of the full extent of her gifts but they knew she was the chosen one. For it had been written in all time that a day will come when a heroine will walk the ether and change the darkness into light.


Stood before WildFlower was the most beautiful creator she had ever seen.  He had a mane of long black hair and his flesh was soft as silk. His eyes were big, and deep inside you could see tunnels and tunnels of timelessness. As he moved closer, WildFlower stood brazen trying not to show her fear. He kneeled down on his forelegs and spoke to WildFlower who could suddenly understand the noises he was making. His breath was sweet and welcoming, WildFlower climbed onto his back and with that her galloped forward towards the edge of the Valley of DarkVarte.


“My name is Stallionie” he mused


“I have been order to carry you to the Valley of CasGower”.  “Who is the creator you have hidden?”


NixRoath was a shiftshaker and so he changed into a Neon, which meant his true self was disguised and as a Neon, he had no essence so could not be predicted.


“His name is NixRoath and he is going to show me to CasGower, he is a creator and not a DarkVare”.


Everyone knew that the DarkVare were not to be trusted but if you have an imprint of a creator, then you can be trusted to keep you honour. NixRoath was the bastard nameless child of DarkVarte when he had stolen EiDoLa greatest creator and bore a child with her.  It was a brutal ownership, as she was not predicted to bear a child with him.  EiDoLa painfully ensured that she died at the birth of NixRoath so that she would not have to bear the pain of this evil king. From that day forward they say that EiDoLa’s Anahata lost its light, and the grief she felt could be heard over the astriopheres of all time. A song that holds an eternal sadness! This is how WildFlower was created; she was the final tear that fell from EiDoLa’s Anahata.  EiDoLa lost all her hope that day and the tiny drop of hope that fell into the ether was caught by her delicate hand and she created WildFlower.  The hope of the astriosplanet! She could no longer hold the burden as her Anahata died that dayshine.


As the trio headed towards to edge of the Valley of DarkVarte, the abandoned place where nothing grew anymore, everything was there just dying, rotting and becoming a nothingness. The auro seemed to clear more rapidly and WildFlower could smell freshness in the distant.  She had almost forgotten the smell of fresh auro, as she had been dancing in the ether for the past three years. Whilst in this trancelike state, she was unaware of time and space, therefore she was uncertain how many astriopheres had past.

Many astriopheres ago the Valley DarkVarte belonged to the UsherBow creators and they were the most gifted creators in the astriosplanet and could heal.  UsherVille was a beautiful Valley and there was an abundance of everything the astriosplanet needed.  The UsherBow were the notorious for the rainbows that were erected out of their Shasraras and the myth foretold that there were in direct contact with EiDoLa.  It was as if they had telephone wires attached to the top of their heads and had a hot line to the Gods. They were the chosen ones and sent to the astriosplanet to create compassion and loving kindness and held the greatest magic of the astriosplanet.  If any creator was to meet an UsherBow, they say that the shine remains with them and they may just have their Shasrara opened, if an UsherBow was to bless them with the shine.  Once the Shasrara was opened then it was believed that a creator would have a direct connection with EiDoLa. Creators from all around the astriosplanet would travel many astriopheres to seek out the shine and those whom needed healing would come to UsherVille. No creator was ever turned away, as the UsherBow creators were of the purest shine.


It was only a matter of astriopheres before DarkVarte heard of the UsherBows and he decided to take over UsherVille and steal the shine. He had a deeper rooted ambition to capturing UsherVille, he wanted direct contact with EiDoLa. He wanted to barter for another wife. The myth he holds was that he found the shine when he brutalised EiDia, as she was the direct blood line of EiDoLa and held the most magnificent shine.  But before we start to think this is one of those love stories about good changing evil, do not!  DarkVarte did not care for other creators, oh no, he wanted the shine as to him it was a drug, an obsession.  Furthermore, he thought that by consuming the shine he would become greater than EiDoLa and take over the astriosplanet.


Nothing grew in DarkVarte Valley anymore, the entire place burnt out the day DarkVarte slaughtered the last UsherBow. As her shine died, the scream of her death raced through Valleys of all time.  On that day, the shine of many creators Anahata’s either died or faded into the darkest shine ever felt which in turn left them shellshaking. There was a cry that could be heard along the astrioplane of all time, the myth states that is was EiDoLa’s saddest song; a song that still whistles in the winds of catastrophe.  It was believed that if a creator were to hear it on a daystarlet, all their hope would be stolen and crashed. No-one knew when they would predict a daystarlet, and therefore, it was a real fear when approaching catastrophe, one could lose all hope and that would diminish a creator instantly. Most creators died inside when this occurred and they become shellshakers, rattling around hopelessly in a trancelike state.


The edge of the Valley of DarkVarte was approaching rapidly.  Stallionie had legs built as strong as steel, and speed as fast as lightening. He was swift, as he gracefully swept through the Hognor trees, darting skilful between their thick branches which were sprung around the Valley, as if they were disused body parts, which had no purpose and were left to rot. DarkVarte fury had been felt in this once beautiful UsherVille Valley, when he realised that he was not able to steal the UsherBows’ shine, he ensured that nothing that resided here would have a purpose. Everything that lived in this flourishing haven was destroyed, as he knew how it would affect Gaia and all creators who lived in her.


The UsherBow were renowned for having the most beautiful Vishuddas and as they arose each dayshine, they wailed a merry tune, which in turn fed UsherVille with abundance.  But one dayshine, or was it a moonbeam, either way, the songs they use to wail turned into a scream, the scream of DarkVarte’s retribution.  From that astriosphere onwards, the most painful scream swept through the ether announcing his pending destruction. It was a melody for Gaia, as they felt the dawning of her annihilation and the prediction of war. They wailed this tune out into the ether so it would remain within the realm of all astriosplanes, so that creator can prepare an army strong enough to defeat DarkVarte’s retribution.


“She faced the realms of a broken astriosplanet

what she saw simply broke her heart

she watch creators destroyed

as humanity tore itself apart

she wept as her voice was silenced, stilled

this creation she was extremely strong willed

with a roar of thunder she said “NOMORE”

she watch kingdoms damaged as knights went to WAR

she raged up a storm she blew with all her might

tired of watching injustice fighting to prove it was right

she summoned every ocean

with a cascade of emotion

washed upon every shore

she saw rich creators starving

whilst stealing the riches of the poor

she saw forest burning down to the ground

she heard the chitter and chatter of DarkVarte’s doctrinaire sound

ashes upon ashes, dust upon dust

the scars she wore on her injured crust

reminder of the sacrifice she had to make

slowly Gaia is dying yet man still wants to take

everything for profit

anything for gain

but it is all in vain

Gaia is dying does nobody care

I suppose we will when Gaia






Moreover, he knew that it would hurt EiDoLa deeply, and that was his main intention, to destroy the woman he once loved, many a moonbeam ago.



DarkVarte was a brutal creator, he was the coldest man in the entire astriosplanet of all time, but he had not always been this cold and calculating monster who raced around Gaia with such vengeance that his breath was made of fireballs and his fists were created out of cold steel. Many an astriopheres ago, DarkVarte great, great pre-creators held a different blueprint and carrying an identifier which rang with a more gentle tone.  The identifier that belonged to DarkVarte’s father was known as AlphaThrone; AlphaThrone was a noble and well respected KinFolk.  They resided across the astriosplanet from the EiDoLa and DarkVarte’s father AlphaMago was in close communications with EiDoLa’s mother EvAilie.


As any good KinFolkTale reads, this was one of two young lovers who were thrown together whilst the KinFolks were of a friendlier identification. EiDoLa and DarkVarte were disciplined together as the KinFolk wanted completer unification to strengthen Gaia and all creators whom wandered her crust. It was written in the dominions of the astriosplanes that these two KinFolks would unite to rule the spirit of this astriosplanet. On one side of the astriosplanet were the LightShiners, the EiDoLons and on the other side resigned the AlphaThone who were the MoonShards.


When EiDoLa and DarkVarte were of an era, they become identified as the unification grew, they mused of eternal unification and wanted to live on Gaia as EiDoLa loved the energies of the creators.


Wander through my mind

corridors of my despair

capture these deepest


thoughts I hold of you

feel this shiver

that traces my entire body

as I read your words

grasp the essence

of my desire

I can almost feel your warm breath

as if it dances on my skin.

I have never wanted someone

to touch me

as desperately

as I want you!

a tear rolls down my cheek

a sadden sign

I dream of you

my unobtainable love.

I hold this constant hopefulness

that one day

one day!

alas, my romantic heart is eternally punished

it seems deemed that I shall die

with a heart

full of unexpressed love.




Before we allow our sentiments to run riot, let us cast a view across astriosplanet to a disturbance that was occurring in another dimension.  In a sphere called Atlanticia, a disconcerted Wizard King stood over looking his kingdom with a worried brow. There were creators arriving at the gate of his kingdom that had travelled from across the astriosplanet seeking absolution. These creators had had their orbs removed and were shiftshakers and had to live in a state of shellshaking. DarkVarte had removed their orbs, as he believed that by consuming the orbs of other creators, this would empower him to be even more powerful. He was addicted to their orbs, which in turn left him as multifaceted trueprint, but it was the sensation of obtaining the orb of another creator that was his real addiction. Unbeknown to DarkVarte, his obsession was actually costing him more dearly than he thought. As the orb of each creator he devoured would suck at his trueprint thus altering his authenticity and weakening him slowly as they drained his essence.

The Wizard King concern was not about the numbers of creators arriving at the gates but he still had not found the enchantment to change these shellshifters back into creators. The shellshifters would vibrate the saddest song as they wailed in the disillusions and painfulness of radical disenchantment. The sound of the painfulness of existence was so overwhelming that the KinFolk of Atlanticia had had to have their Anahatas silenced or else the vibrations would diminish them completely. As he stood there amidst this disaster, a crystallization rolled down his cheek; he caught it in his hands, it transformed into a SylPhie. Her name was Athena and she whisper a tune into Wizard Kings Orb and this is what the tune imprinted.


“Wizard King

it has been imprinted

that you must

summoned up

your inner phoenix

to swim among

the ruined sentiments

which lay at your feet,

fragmented memoires

shattered hopes and dreams

remainders of every creator

as their orbs

now so incomplete,

battles won in lost defeat

creators fighting

on a deserted

dusty parallel street

you have wandered this way

countless times before

hopeful to find

the wide open door

what is faced is part

of DarkVarte’s wicked scheme

painfulness swallowed

up creators completely

in their entirety.”

“It has been Vishuddhaed

that you must now depart

of the dawn

you must match

passed the cry of the wild

a whale’s final song

echo into the silent morn.”

Athena called upon

the SylPhie King

to grant him courage

the bravery to begin

a journey into the unknown

Destiny spoke

“What you seek may not

be found within the realms

of paradise lost.”

“The enchantment

you seek it hold a price

a heavy wager

a thankless cost.”

The Wizard King spoke

his voice trembled

“If that be so

thus please inform

why be this price so high.”

“Have I not felt adoration

a million times only

to watch creators die?”

“Therefore, why would

I want to commit my

Anahata to another

lost cause?”

“You may be wise dear

Destiny, but this wisdom

you hold is yours.”

Destiny replied

“Alas dear King

your defiance will

be the death of you”

“I have a sense you are

addicted to feeling

this colour named blue,

what did she do to you?”

The Wizard King’s rage could not

be contained

his anger made its point

“How dare you challenge me

fair Lady, can you not see

my pain.”

“It eats me alive thus on

may days I feel as if

I am going insane.”

Destiny spoke no more

she offered out her hand

together they walk in silence

crossing the barren land

on the edge of  his kingdom

they stood in stillness

Destiny spoke telepathically

with the most fragrant Vishuddha

‘The Phoenix you seek

lies deep within

as you enter this fire

your life with begin

sometimes the things

we do are essential

perhaps we cannot explained

the answers you seek

so desperately

is an attunement

a fine art

the truth you

you seek completely

is right here




Athena blew away and the Wizard King set out for the long journey into the core of all existence that very moonbeam, time was of the essence and this was the purposefulness of the King. This is what he was chosen by Destiny to foretell and he had been forewarned that this was by no means an easy plight. It was foretold that inside the core of all existence there was a jewel that had the power to discern all the knowledge of the entire planes of all eternity and destiny, history and fantasy, trickery and wonder, enchantment and disillusion to name but a few of the Mindstorms that were a collection held in the core itself. The coral that resides within Destiny’s river hummed the tale of the core of existence, as if there were keeping her heart alive. Retelling all knowledge timelessly, and with such great precision, the humming echoed widely thus causing transcendence transvision onto the treads that hold Humanity and Destiny attached to the other necessities of existence. Creating the possibility that the chosen disciples would be able to interconnect onto these threads using the same transcendence transvision as the gods, but whilst these were open, DarkVarte had access to these threads too.  The hope of Destiny was that the disciples would find the way to the source first, hence the Kings sudden awakening, he had been ordered by the Gods.


The Wizard King was built like an ox and was as stubborn as a bull, he held a compassionate heart but the outlines were covered in snow, a curse that was placed on him before his trueprint was created. Vengeance cast upon his father the King Atlantia was the first trueprint to reside in Atlanticia would be cursed.  It was whilst King Atlantia was creating treaty with EvAilie and AlphaThrone, a treaty to allow the first born son to marry EiDoLa, as Queen AlphaThrone was with child. Unfortunately, AlphaThrone died and DarkVarte got the last choice and decided against the treaty. DarkVarte was overridden and so he cast vengeance at the King by cursing his first born son never to know interconnectedness or love. He would hunger for love and it will drive him crazy with desire but he will never encounter true love. This curse was intervened by EvAilie; she ordered a cause-and-effect to encourage the King’s first born child to use that desire to fight for Humanity and Justice. She knew this would be the weapon they needed to overcast DarkVarte rejection into Forgiveness. If the King’s first born could be the reflection DarkVarte needed to want to capture, the hope was he would turn his selfishness into selflessness, as he stares into the pool of Compassion’s blue eyes, how could he not feel self-acceptance for the first time?


Ah, but, things are not always as clear cut, no, there was someone else watching who decided to make thing even more complicated and introduce a distraction,  temptation, nemesis, that is right a woman.  I am sure this mystery will unfold at a later stage, as the plot begins to thicken. She would capture the Wizard Kings heart and he will bless the day he found her.


Dante’s Inferno

Our Prophets

they spoke of this time

thus stood before us

the dawning of an inferno

fear holds a capacity to blinds us

cast the ramblings of a mad woman aside

she is contagious

her madness may spill out

onto rocky ground

fear not this voice

for it does not speak

it screams

it holds a force of all

the injustice it has seen

it holds the grief of a mother

whose child just died

in her bloody arms

it holds the starvation

of the children

dying on the streets

it hold the fear

of abused woman and men

living a nightmare’s existence

it hold the pain

of a child

watching a parent die of aids

it hold the hopelessness

of homelessness

it holds the struggle

of the children

working underage

it hold the confusion

of the young girl

dying as a sex slave

it holds the anxiety

of a little boy

desperately wanting

to be brave

it holds the agony

of a father

whose daughter died

with a needle in her arm

it holds the self-loathing

of a bully

inflicting serious harm

hast man created the devil

as a trick of the mind

a scapegoat to excuse

his monstrously crimes

to justify totalitarianism

as they rip our world apart

the devil make me do it

my denial

my purest art

the corruption of man

his eleven deadly sins

on the right hand

it states

you will be punished

on the left

we will make you a king

then we will all praise you

for your ambition





we will all aspire

to be just like you

as we dig Kimberley’s hole

we will create indoctrinated armies

to march against another man

will we justify disorder

as part of God’s greater plan

pull exploitation over our eyes

with these distractions

they disguise

as success





we make fantastic players

yes, monopoly is my game



hope she hold great doubt

she sits next to compassion

drinking from the drought

fear not says loving kindness

forgiveness has a plan

let us not forget love

for she is greater

than man!


MedusaMoon C2016