Summoning of Mars
Come, Firewalker, Bound by Thread
With eyes like flint and soul half-fed
Your power sleeps, your voice is mute
I summon you, in flame and root
Mars, awaken - your pulse is near
Poems
The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Sometimes, when doubt creeps in, the goddess gifts me with a sign - and this poem, not written by me, tells exactly what I carry in my heart.
It
I want to fall into the gutter and see no fucking stars
maybe my best poem
The Boy Who Saw Me
Awkward smile
Bright eyes, black curls soft as a shadow
A mind blazing with ideas - tangled words, patterns, and a sea of love
For the broken ones who don't know