Needing Guidance

Working with the flow of words
Seeking my faery guides
Wondering if she is the Demonoid
Demon in appearance only
.
Not in substance
.
Repeating series of We All the Small Ones
Loving life with growing fervor
Seeking the methods of repairing the Earth
Seeking the methods of connecting and rising
Flowing through the ether with ease
The sickness departing, but always returns
Money in my pocket a poison to me

Water Droplet

Taken for answers
Our rantings and ravings
Putting clues together
On the trail of a massive unraveling
The light behind the eyes stays on
But seeing all possibilities
The grip on the here and now loosens
The entry on the cosmic data table says ‘cracked’
And you go on with your life, undaunted

The mysterium extremis
The light in the attic
The publicization
Of all the curious correspondence
Each to the other goes
But all in a lifetime is found wanting
No one hears the inner thoughts
Calvin said, “Do not disappoint”
But Angel rebutted, “All is in time”

The theorem of the light fixtures was proved false
And in falsehood, falsified the rest
Freedom to leave, freedom to drive away
Running from sanctuary
Running from pain
Becoming something
As the visions faded
Battle Group 7
Would not leave the field
Faery warriors
Come to claim the bodies

Within the cave
The man tries to switch off
Tries to shut up
But cannot do anything
Tackling the assassin in the night
The shadow
Transmuting him into a water droplet
Falling into the Ocean

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The Other World is Here

Some theories click through the tombs
Voluntarily relinquishing their values of truth for a time
The faery tricksters become visible
For a bright, then dark, night of the soul
What is passed through is completed
Unfailingly passing all tests
And then on to the hospital
For you have been awake for four days and nights
The other messengers appear occasionally in calmer times
You can tell by the brightness of their colors
Or other harbingers of otherworldy appearance
Such as the anomaly of an 8 inch long
Blue black wasp in Alabama appearing before you
And then taking off
This is in a time of perfect sanity and health
Half the time or more they take on the guise of insects
Once large and psychedelically bright
A hornet and a butterfly, both larger than life
Like the imaginary people at the party once
Who prompted me to stave off the cops
Or the homeless faeries/angels, unemployed at the bus stop
In a part of town they’d never been
Something was very odd about them
If you ask me
The other world is here
Although its visible appearances are rare

Demonoid in Faeryland

Demonoid Picotent walked through Faeryland
He sought aid for a particular artist or writer
To make his work strike with all potency
Encountering the Dreamweavers, he spoke with them
They were alarmed by his demon-like appearance
But he assured them that he was in fact a demonoid 
	of Earth, and no actual demon
They had been alarmed
In Faeryland it was generally agreed that
	demons were imaginary
But one could never be sure
Many things came to pass in the multiverse
And many things were hidden
Demonoid spake thus:
	Oh great faeries of the dreams and imaginations,
	My friend down on the Earth is rife with
	Disabilities, but he is ever turning out his
	Work, although nothing visual these days
	He is in need of a greater potency and
	Drive, and some relief from his problems
	His resources are quite depleted. What,
	Oh most wondrous Faery creatures may
	Be done for him?
Seeing that his purpose was good, they relaxed
	a bit more
Drawing down the silver light of the moon,
	They wove him an ethereal coat to encourage 
	him to dream bigger
And to shield him from his debilitating problem
Although they warned that the moonlight might not 
	be enough
They further recommended he consult one of
	the great, universe spanning singers of
	the realm, for this man was clearly in 
	need of more powerful healing and change
What is it you wish him to make, o Demonoid? the
	Dreamweavers asked
Demonoid replied, I wish him to make whatever
	inspires him most,although I do hope he
	will be moved to relate the tales of my
	exploits to the people
Move along with you then, o Demonoid, for
	your protege is ever in peril
	and shame with his problems
Go and meet with the singers at the Oracle
	of the Holy Sun, they told him
Puffing out his chest, Demonoid said he would
	do just that
Later on, arriving there, he was struck by
	the feeling of power
He had never consulted with these particular
	faeries before
Stepping up to the pool, he tossed in a smooth
	stone and a phial of spice, as he had
	been instructed
He then related his purpose
He inquired if his protege to be could be
	returned to a stable pattern of
	consumption
The eleventh aspect came to shine in the
	waters and Demonoid was given the sense
	that they had great respect for his activities
	of agitation
He was also related that while a stable pattern
	could be regained, it would be quite hard
	to maintain it
Oh Singer, related Picotent, he has not the
	resources to stop, what help might
	you give me?
The Singer showed incredible energy, and related
	that he might be repaired for a while
	if he began his work in the morning,
	and kept at it rightly
But why do you choose this derelict for your
	gifts, oh Demonoid? they impressed on him
Because he has the wildest mind to be found,
	related Demonoid
Very well. We will give him such power
	as we can, if only he can tune into it
So be it, said Demonoid
At this point We of All the Small Ones appeared
	and related that they would also grant
	such support as they could, if he could
	only get into print
Demonoid was satisfied, and making his goodbyes
	he went off, with the ethereal coat,
	and the gems of the singers
We of All the Small Ones followed
And it was ever thus and so, as the work began
But see the relevant disclaimers and user manuals
	of the Faery gifts

Time Enough

Move out of the path

Come to see your greatness

Look up it with awe

Return, return

Be not easy to pass over

Do not think to avoid your mission

Be ready with stars

Be ready with flags

Time enough to complete your wanderings first

Come see what we have prepared for you

We, your angels, in faery guise

It is time to begin soon

Remain stable

That is all it takes

Find the strength, take the leap

We guide the dreams

Get ready to run

With all your strength

Begin to build

Be ever ready to turn

Do not blanche from your challenge

It is up to you to see it through

The moment is come

Throw off your chains

Your chance has arrived

You are ready for it

Put in the work

And be true

We know who we can count on

See what wonders we bring

Brighten your spirits

Come with us

Wandering Verse

Nightmares ! Jeff Pioquinto, SJ CC BY 2.0

Nightmares !
Jeff Pioquinto, SJ
CC BY 2.0

(edited text)

Nightmare scenario
Clamps hard the trail
Name, rank, serial number, nothing else
Remember that
Ranting, I feel at peace now
Unlimber the drones armada in the sky
We pierce their control circuits psychically
Inefficiencies of macrofinanancial flow models pile up
Weeping with the kith kin
The years of theorizing down, beaten
Faery Folk Float in this glen

Buddhist prayer wheel from Kyoto's Higashiyama area ORAZ Studio CC BY-NC 2.0

Buddhist prayer wheel from Kyoto’s Higashiyama area
ORAZ Studio
CC BY-NC 2.0

Arterial flows quicken nicely, bringing a pink glow to skin
Unfold the eternal massive plan
[silence] not yet in training
Underscore the nature
And continuous
Bits on disks fork bombed into submission

Flutterby Bug S*H*A*D*D*A*I CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

Flutterby Bug
S*H*A*D*D*A*I
CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

Mind flutterbies merrily
Closing into one heart
O’er the storm clouds
West into the Setting Sun

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(original text)

Nightmare scenario
Realistic light energy comes through
Clamps hard the trail
Find the mojo, get the job
Name, rank, serial number, nothing else
Remember that
Ranting, I feel at peace now
No ranting
Unlimber the drones armada in the sky
We pierce their control circuits psychically
Inefficiencies of macrofinanancial flow models pile up
Weeping with the kith kin
The years of theorizing down, beaten
Faery Folk Float in this glen
Arterial flows quicken nicely, bringing a pink glow to skin
Unflod the eternal massive plan
Footsoldiers of revolution [silence] not yet in training
Underscore the nature of wealth
Wealth is not money
Wealth is the real that makes life worth it
And continuous
Bits on disks fork bombed into submission
Reload the matrix
On to the nexus of power
Mind flutterbies merrily
Multidimensions
Closing into one heart
O’er the storm clouds
West into the Setting Sun

(concatenated edit-outs)

Realistic light energy comes through
Find the mojo, get the job
No ranting
Footsoldiers of revolution
of wealth
Wealth is not money
Wealth is the real that makes life worth it
Reload the matrix
On to the nexus of power
Multidimensions