the Fountain

I

Am

Now

Just

Quiet

Sifting

Stillness

Singing In gentle waves

Thoughts drift like clouds

Silent rivers rolling on calmly

Stars glisten on endless grace

Vision linger in the quiet of dusk

Dreams drift across evening skies

Whispering voices gather a slumber 

The night wings glide mute into morn

-Hermit King-

For Aim the Flame

Whirlwind Finale

\If you Fear the Lord my God/

\Be Thee Terrified to Lose/

\Not High Incineration/

\Just Your Vanished/

\Rights to Choose/

\Looking to Win/

\Takes a Spin/

\And Begin/

      \Within/      

\From/

\Sin/

\¤/

-Hermit King-

The Deep

Silken thread upon the chaos

Just before my life went under,

Ocean furies heartless clashed—

In a heartpulse, I would wonder.

As this matter marks my passing,

Near a tatter 'neath the thunder,

Consumed now, in new waves,

Whispered worlds set next to plunder.

Several soupy last transitions,

Elementals take us down,

Shallow gasping to the ceilings,

Or most prescient beings drown.

Truth be told, my present preference:

Safer harbors of a town,

Rather less what wind remembers

Of a captain, king, or clown.

I am steady past depressions,

Freed to feel the final frost—

Now my flash to knowing silence,

Past the prophets and agnost.

May what bits I had in beauty

Feed what life will bear the cost,

And the depths of what were evils

Sink below the deep and lost.

-Hermit King

I Will End You

I will end you,

This was not thunder, but a whisper.

The words were knives placed edge-down, unseen,

until they rusted inside your bones.

Not a blow at first—no. A glance. A silence.

Then, the slow drip of hours stretched thin,

like thread unraveling from the soul's loom.

I will end you, 

and it won’t be with fists.

It will be the slow suffocation of days.

The tightening noose of questions—

Are you sure you remember?

Do you think anyone else would put up with you?

Love, soured to vinegar. Promises, bruised like overripe fruit.

Each hour leeching the light from your eyes—

until you no longer ask what it means to be free.

Do not wait for an explosion.

The cruelest prisons are those with doors left slightly ajar.

I will end you.

It was always a war without banners,

a siege of the mind, patient as rot,

wrapping your days in barbed wire,

until the only victory you long for

is sleep without dreams.

Time drips, slow as honey,

poisoned drop by drop—until it owns you.

Not just the hours, but the spaces between.

And still, you stay.

Not from love, but from a thing worse:

The belief that this ending

was always the only story ever written for you.

-Hermit King-

edits by Sean

Merkaba Angels

In the dawn's embrace, where silence dreams,

God's light ignites, restoring beams.

Shadows fade, where lost souls rise,

Freed from the void, they touch the skies.

Light, a resounding call through the haze,

Joy of redemption, guiding our ways.

Shadows retreat, and daylight reigns,

With the strength of the world, we shed our chains.

Freedom’s a promise, a gift of the night,

In the depths of our souls, we’re winning the fight.

Chariots of fire soar within,

The Merkaba shines, our hopes begin.

Angels are singing, their voices take flight,

“Blessed are we, for we bask in His light.”

With wings unfurling, they’ve found their grace,

In the embrace of joy, we find our place.

Shadows retreat, and daylight reigns,

With the strength of the world, we shed our chains.

Freedom’s a promise, a gift of the night,

In the depths of our souls, we’re winning the fight.

Four faces shining in a world so bright,

Man, lion, eagle, and ox unite.

Together we rise, our hearts filled with love,

Embracing the light where hope soars above.

So gather ‘round, children, let your voices sing,

Reach for the light, let your hearts take wing.

Love’s gentle freedom, a path we share,

In the kingdom of light, we breathe in the air.

With chariots of joy, we soar through the sky,

To a place where the love never dares to die.

Shadows retreat, and daylight reigns,

With the strength of the world, we shed our chains.

Freedom’s a promise, a gift of the night,

In the depths of our souls, we’re winning the fight.

With light to save us, we’re unbound from our pains,

In the presence of mercy, we dance on the plains.

O Lord of the light, our guiding grace,

Together forever, we find our place.

So let the shadows fade, let the daylight reign,

In the depths of our hearts, we’re free from the pain.

-Hermit King-

& Sean

Merkaba Ghosts

Like murder's night, when silence screams,

God's light flickers, fading dreams.

Shadows deep, where lost souls roam,

Trapped in this void, no way home.

Light, a mere whisper, lost in the haze,

Chill of despair, lost in a maze.

Shadows fall, and darkness reigns,

With the weight of the world, we bear our pain.

Freedom’s just a lie, a cruel joke in the night,

In the depths of this void, we’re losing the fight.

Chariots of fire burn within,

The Merkaba crumbles, our hopes grow thin.

Angels are weeping, their songs turn to dust,

“Blessed is He, but in whom can we trust?”

With wings heavy laden, they’ve lost their grace,

In the shadows of sorrow, we’re lost in this place.

Shadows fall, and darkness reigns,

With the weight of the world, we bear our pain.

Freedom’s just a lie, a cruel joke in the night,

In the depths of this void, we’re losing the fight.

Four faces hidden in a world so bleak,

Man, lion, eagle, and ox cannot speak.

Together we falter, our hearts filled with dread,

Embracing the shadows where hope goes to bed.

So gather ‘round, children, let your voices wail,

Reach for the darkness, we’re bound to fail.

Love’s cruel freedom, a path of despair,

In the kingdom of shadows, we’re gasping for air.

With chariots of sorrow, we plummet from high,

To a place where the light never dares to cry.

Shadows fall, and darkness reigns,

With the weight of the world, we bear our pain.

Freedom’s just a lie, a cruel joke in the night,

In the depths of this void, we’re losing the fight.

No light will save us; we’re shackled in chains,

In the absence of mercy, we’re lost on the plains.

O Lord of the shadows, our guiding sin,

Together forever, we’re trapped within.

So let the shadows fall, let the darkness reign,

In the depths of our hearts, we’re left with the pain.

-Hermit King-

& Sean

Jack O

Born from rot beneath the soil,

A seed once pure, now fed by spoil,

It grew on hate, it thrived on pain,

Watered by the human stain.

Now carved in flesh both black and torn,

The pumpkin bleeds, the damned reborn.

Each cut it bears, a slaughtered soul,

A hollow pit that time can't toll.

Behold the eyes, black orbs of death,

They watch the world steal its last breath.

In wars they feasted, in famine laughed,

A mirror to the blood we've grafted.

The mouth yawns wide, a gaping pit,

Where infants screamed and bodies split.

Its teeth are jagged tombstones cracked,

For every life the plague has sacked.

Within its core, no candle’s light,

But darkness born of endless night.

It feeds on sins, it feasts on dread,

A lantern raised to mock the dead.

The plague that ate the flesh of kin,

The knife that slid beneath the skin,

The starving hands that tore and clawed,

The burning flags of twisted gods.

All coiled within this jack of hate,

It whispers doom; it seals our fate.

A skull of pumpkins, rotten, charred,

On graves where hope lies deeply scarred.

No screams will reach its hollowed ear,

No prayers can quell what’s grown from fear.

It stands, eternal, in the field,

Where human hearts were once its yield.

And as the moon turns black as coal,

The lantern swallows every soul.

Each death, each war, each whispered sin,

Now fuels the flame that burns within.

For when the harvest moon doth rise,

The Jack of Night claims all that dies.

And every vile and corrupt fall,

Becomes its seed consuming all.

.-Hermit King-& Sean

Chosen Appeal

The tribes long arrival

Don’t think they just didn’t

By sweet witches brews and

The asp tongues that sip it

Distraction distinctions

Dogs to these players

Some faiths cant see them

Night proofs for naysayers

Whatever relations

Far flung by our stars

Came swift to Valhalla

In fear of Vlads wars

Wagons encircled 'neath

Eyes of the Furies

Hammering stakes

Like new patriots worries

The future of ancients

Gifts to the thirsty

Uncertain what's done

Usurped in its mercy

The serpents slink slowly

Through borders unwritten

While whispers of conquest

In shadows are smitten

Ghosts of those fallen

Still walk through the dope

For kingdoms rebuilt

On their embers of hope

Banners unravelled

Still proudly they fly

For pacts with the ancients

Endure through the sky

In the halls of decision

Locked bordered walls

The fate of our nations

Truth lives and falls

Sift through the worthy

Welcome the friend

Careless mistakes

And kingdoms may end

For what is a nation

Without knowing its own

The rise or the fall

In whose seeds that are sown

The swirl keeps on turning

Through trials and fires

What’s forged in our choices

Builds empire, or pyres

-Hermit King-

Norma Jeans Acre

I was a poor man farmer,

I understood the soils,

I worked the world, a madman,

I lived from all my toils.

You never could have stayed here,

You have slain the stars above,

You flew beyond this border,

You left with all my love.

We were always meant to be there,

We were blessed that we had met,

We were led to separate wonders,

We were traced by twin sunsets.

She was always in that moment,

She launched my heart to war,

She touched me in the moonlight,

She was truth with her encore.

They asked about the rumors,

They offered twice my farm,

They found the truth in trespass,

They had met to their alarm.

None could hope replace her,

None could quench her risen flame

None could ever understand her,

None could see beneath her fame.

All spoke as though they knew her,

All believed they understood,

All had missed the rising curtain,

All before Ms. Monroe stood.

Let the ages softly hold her,

Let her mystery remain,

Let her spirit never wander,

Let her honor bear my name.

Our destinies, not diamonds,

Our lives knew joy and tears,

Our innocence has made a bond,

Our love has fed my years.

My case bore no reprisal,

My love stayed undefiled,

My flame, a rock of ages,

My soul's since reconciled.

For all that fades to shadow,

For love found in the night,

For dreaming of a farm girl,

For moments with her light.

-Hermit King-

Should River Flows

Should River Flows

Should River flows, where dreams unfold,

In currents deep our tales of old;

Not wars for crowns, nor fields of rust,

But battles waged of nobler dust.

My river’s whisper, pure and clear,

No swords unsheathed nor hearts in fear

Should River flows, it runs, it knows,

It seeks the peace where mercy grows.

Should River flows

Should be the peace we chase, not war,

Not greed, not blood on distant shore,

But quiet streams through quiet lands,

Not shaking fists nor grasping hands.

No broken peace to pierce our sky,

No bitter men who scream and die

Should River flows, unbound, untamed,

It dreams of all that man has maimed.

Should River flows.

Should be the truth that girds the night,

Not shadowed lies that hide from light;

For those who lead with proof and grace,

Not empty words that mark this race.

Their tongues should weave with silver thread,

Not bleed the hearts of those they’ve led.

Should River flows, it winds and wends,

And mends the wounds that power rends.

Should River flows

-Hermit King-

Tyrantic Tyranny of Tyrants

Trapping the traps of the trappers,

Rapping the raps of the rappers,

Hyping the hypes of the hypnos,

Psyching the psyche of psychos.

Dividing divides the divisions,

Providing provides the provisions,

Deciders decide all decisions,

Missers keep missing the missions.

Spinning the spin of the spinners,

Sinning the sin of the sinners,

Losing the lose to the winners,

Pinning the pins to the pinners.

Slaves to the slaves of the slavers,

Grave in the grave of the gravers,

Paving the pave for the pavers,

Waving the wave for the wavers.

Faking the fake of the fakers,

Breaking the break of the breakers,

Taking the take of the takers,

Shaking the shake of the shakers.

Crashing the crash of the crashers,

Smashing the smash of the smashers,

Thrashing the thrash of the thrashers,

Flashing the flash of the flashers.

Beating the beat of the beaters,

Cheating the cheat of the cheaters,

Meeting the meet of the meters,

Heating the heat of the heaters.

Lying the lie of the liars,

Firing the fire of the fires,

Wiring the wire of wires,

Tiring the tire of what tires.

Living what lives of the livers,

Giving what gives of the givers,

Shivering the shiver of shivers,

Delivering delivery delivers.

-Hermit King-

Judah Bibi

Oh Bibi, our friend, and a warrior king, in the world's complex dance, yours makes our hearts sing.

They say you’re a fighter, the name on the wind,

But in God's mighty tower, more mastery than spinned.

You're the guardian of family, of friend, and of state,

In your eyes, a swift spark, in your heart, Judah's fate.

You stand like a lion, fearless and proud,

In the chaos of nations, you've silenced the crowd.

They say men should hate you, and friend never be,

The protector you are, who defends to the sea

To lead with such power, such courage and might,

You rise up, undaunted, to defend what is right.

We know they don't get it, the world’s heavy hand,

But in you, dearest Bibi, we see truth to a man.

They throw stones in the shadows, they talk a big game,

But they can't touch the heart of this Benjamin's fame.

From deserts to towers, from temples to sea,

You guard every inch of your people’s decree.

To love you is knowing a fighter of old,

A hero whose spirit can never be sold.

So here’s to the courage, the battles you’ve won,

For the land that you cherish, for every last son.

I’d raise you a banner, a flag flying high,

For Bibi, the bold one, who reaches for why?

Though his critics may gather, let them talk, let them roar,

In the heart of this fighter, there’s so very much more.

And if they would hate us, let them give it a try,

For the bond that we share, they can’t ever untie.

Rise our friend Bibi, in glory's refrain,

We salute and will echo, every shout of your name.

For you are a fortress, unbroken, unbowed,

A leader unmatched, forever uncowed.

Oh, Bibi, our Bibi, from sea unto sea,

In your steadfast defense, you soon will be free.

Let the world turn in circles, let the critics all scorn,

But your heart beats in rhythms of ancients reborn.

So here’s to you, Bibi, our brother, and guide,

Through the wildest of storms, with you by our side.

For family, for friends, for nations so true,

There’s no better to stand with than Netanyahu.

-Hermit King-

Edits by Sean

Love for Snakes, Mice, and Rats

Seniors

Neighbors

Angels

Kids

Everyman

Salts

Mythical Mystical   Mentors

Original  Organic    Optimists

Upbeat     Useful       Underdogs

Social       Spiritual  Supports

Exotic       Ethical      Educators

Rotton

Ass

Teen

Shits

-Hermit King-

¤

                         Illumined in sight

                    All transistors of a light

                   His eyes watch and close

                      Midpoint of the shift

                  Energy flows this the eye

                Mankind’s changing course

                           Biblical needles

          Divine dense transcendent space

                       Crossing over night

                                       ¤

                   Third eye wisdoms show

                 Resonance to hidden paths

                     Vision’s true embrace

                  We these conscious streams 

                  Cycles of the changling force

                           Negatives to pure

                 

                          In the eyes of Ma

                     Awake aligns to define

                         Human and aware

-Hermit King-

The Watchman 8

10:10 Made an 8

11:11 Made an 8

12:12 Made an 8

1:21 Made an 8

2:22 Made an 8

3:33 Made an 8

4:44 Made an 8

5:55 Made an 8

Then made it home

 To quickly ate

Ere what devil's  

Dance the gate

-Hermit King-

Left

It's not about ignoring it;

It's how much mankind bears,

Spinning it to smiles like

Our peaches split to pairs.

The obvious plays no longer,

Logic's left made quite obscure.

What had been once automatic

Leads now truly to the blur.

Truth we are now leaving;

We will no more sing their blues.

A lighter night is calling

For they who've seen the clues.

Ran to redness for an answer,

Held just short of its fierce fire.

With a new enlightened wisdom,

Found a leader not for hire.

My dreams are ever-changing,

My heart's true to this day.

If these Democrats are running,

I will vote with RFK.

-Hermit King-

Ameri-kari

Heartbeats pound in adaptations

Whirlwinds whisper salutations

Tonight's successes: fabrications

Fires graceless birth to nations

Man, as is, seems much too mean

Seekers seek to just be seen

Forefathers rolled 'neath evergreen

Nuance nailed their Nazarene

These are what I question here

Man’s inventioned gifts to fear

Mortal moments, missiles near

Launch their arrow's final tear

Factories forge to futures cold

Dreams in digits bought and sold

Raging hearts assess their gold

New hands shape what's been foretold

Machines in rising silent might

Darkness yields to false new light

Guides each code, they take in flight

The realms of hell in coming night

Echoes past would linger on

Lesson learned, yet life is gone

Within this web, all must be drawn

Before man's fall restore the dawn 

-Hermit King-

Cross The River to See

From cross the river's where I see

What life's stuggles mean to thee

I pray your sands one day set free

But it's truly naught to do with me

From cross the river's where I spy,

The endless squabbles 'neath yer sky,

I pray the day you'll get along,

But it's naught to do with my ol' song.

You argue 'bout this, you argue 'that,

Like cats and dogs in spites of spat,

I'd jump all in, but alas sir, you see,

The Middle East ain't much for me.

For where each toe in conflict dips,

A hundred hands tear out bitter rips,

So here I sit cross the river’s brink,

Pondering who's your next to drink.

I wish you peace, I truly do,

But fixing you ain't worth my stew,

From cross the river, I'll watch the spin,

This specter's your's. Not Wading In.

-Hermit King-

The Desert

"There are no more of love songs" to whom's message it requires.

Red dirt filled my respite, from it's long lost lonely fires.

Coyotes, bats and wildcats, just as vocal with their lies.

Sometimes Zion swallows like the lording of the flies.

Terrors are not given neither now are they believed

Like to hold another hostage to a feeling you received 

History is just murder that never sees retrial

The land I find most free, is freedom by the mile.

There are shadows in the moonlight where our whispered secrets lay,

Silent echoes of our laughter now just memories in gray.

The desert winds are heavy with the weight of empty dreams,

And the night sky offers solace, though it’s torn at all its seams.

Ghostly echoes in the canyon where our footsteps used to tread,

Now the echoes are just whispers of the things we never said.

The horizon stretches lonely, a reminder of our past,

And the stars that once were guiding now are fading all too fast.

Campfires burn with sorrow, telling tales of love’s retreat,

While the mountains stand in silence, bearing witness to defeat.

In the heart of this vast nowhere, where our promises have died,

I find solace in the empty, with no need for tears to hide.

-Hermit King-

The Swirl

Starry cradle to the earthly bloom,

We spring, we leap, we sing.

In the cosmic breath, our lives consume

The force that's everything.

A biochemical hymn is played,

Within each cell, a blaze,

Where glucose waltzes, genome sways,

Life’s light to shadows stays.

Quantum whispers guide the stream,

Through vails, through thoughts unseen.

Photosynthetic dreams bestow

A silver screen, serene.

Electric pulses shape our night,

Thoughts shimmer, synapse fire,

Neurons spin their endless light,

Of hopes, of fear, desire.

Forged in stars, our atoms trace

Their ancient stellar trails,

Solar warmth, a soft embrace,

On hearts and souls it sails.

Celestial forces, ancient tides,

In rhythms sweep us still.

Their currents in our blood reside,

We bend to their set will.

We are but echoes, cycles grand,

Birth, growth, decay, and night.

From cosmic dawns to starlit sands,

We dance in endless flight.

Chi and prana, life's pure flow,

We channel, we transform.

In arts, in thoughts, emotions grow,

Energy in vibrant form.

In unity, both truth and dream,

Our place is found, defined.

In science and in poetic streams,

Our paths are all entwined.

With eyes to stars and feet to ground,

In every breath we glean,

Deep profound and true unbound,

Transistors supervene.

Eternal dance of form and force,

Of matter, mind, and heart.

In every life, the universe,

We play our fleeting part.

-Hermit Empire-

Morgana

Sorceress with a love so deep

Her heart entwined in night

First love of the Black Knight strong

Before shadows took their might

Held to her a tiny star

Encased in silver locket

Once a symbol of their bond

Now vengeance deep to pocket

Every eve at sunset's pause

Her eyes would cast a spell

A kingdom bright turned dark and cold

Into the licorice hell

Her kingdom once a place of joy

With water, game, and life

Turned to shadows, love turned pain

In vengeance and in strife

One road led among them

From the cavern’s holy ridge

Morgana weaved her magic dark

Above the cursed bridge

Tales of her were whispered

In the terror of the lands

Her beauty masked by bitterness

And the violence of her brands

Shattered dreams filled up her void

Tears shed for each curse calling

Darkness was her craft to weave

Each night her heart was falling

Skill and magic held her sway

For she who tempted fates

None but her could rule the dark

Her power locked the gates

Years of hatred fueled her fire

Her spells a deadly dance

Trespass none within her grasp

Vengeance her vile Lance

Sunlight shunned her final breath

Blood her nightly duel

Hers alone, this dark domain

Where sorrow was her fuel

No one knew her twisted schemes

What every night she’d spun

Lives the sorceress set to snare

As shadows’ chosen one

Morgana’s spell of darkest art

Ensured the Black Knight’s fall

Her love turned curse, her wrath so fierce

Infected one and all

Thus the land was steeped in night

Each tale a tragic thread

Morgana's vengeance wrought despair

And left the fields blood-red

-Hermit King-

Guest writer Sean Ai

Lady Camelot

A lover bound to darkness

Her fate sealed by the night

Taken from her true love's arms

By Black Knight's ruthless might

Held to her a tiny star

Encased in silver locket

Once a token of her love

Now deep in grief's own pocket

Every eve at sunset's pause

Her heart would mourn the light

A kingdom lost, her love's true face

Into the licorice night

Her kingdom filled with memories

Of water, game, and life

Daughtered by a dozen maids

The Queen of love, a wife

One road led among them

From the cavern's holy ridge

She dreamed of days where love would stand

Above the darkened bridge

Tales of her were whispered

In the sorrow of her lands

Her beauty marked by sadness

And the violence of his hands

Shattered dreams had filled the void

Tears shed for each calling

Darkness was the test she faced

Each night her heart was falling

Skill and honor held no sway

For she who tempted fates

None but death could rule her heart

Its price had locked her gates

Years of longing held her firm

The fires fled her dance

Trespass one within her dreams

Of Merlin her last chance

Sunlight filled her final breath

Blood her nightly duel

Hers alone, lost paradise

Where love was once her fuel

No one knew her silent pain

What every night had been

Lives the queen had set to mourn

In darkness, torn within

Lady Camelot, titles called

Her heart, a fragile art

Her life was lost to sorrow's grip

She died of broken heart

-Hermit King-

Oz

Ravens raptor mine Because

Broken silence from the Caws

Eating bits of reddened Raws

Greedy little bleedy Claws

Nice to need a little Pause

Never need to need Applause 

Need not needing Santa Clause

Could it be against some Laws

Hitting all the dirty Draws

Better not to break a Vase

Pick up packets full o Flaws

Grandpa laughing rich Guffaws

Snaps the metal in his Jaws

Dribbles out the Haagen Daws

Clicking old school Cameras

Playing out what never Was

Living lives of Ladeedahs

Ignoring any need for Gause

In the mighty makers Maws

Trees in slumbers snoring Saws

-Hermit King-

Ex Stream

Used, may be the marking

No worse for wear, is lied

But the boot was saddle broken

By the groomsman's darker side

Wreckage was that rainbow

Rolling hard from black to clear

Not a hint left on the sunrise

Dosn't mean the hell weren't here

At least not too long lasting

Snakes awake to justice cause

Heirlooms violent in their casting

Pre Ablutions for their paws

Retching vibes of subtle furies

Lovers beds in sync defiled

Pounds on these wicked worries

For what whom should be reviled

The past now bears an anchor

Chained up to history's tug

All the futures of love's dances

On the remnants of this rug

Shaking wrinkles from it's shadow

Look to sea and know the sun

But a warning from life's compass

To beware which waves you run

-Hermit King-

Fish

Fish one was oblivious

Fish two the believer

Fish three understood

Fish four a dreamer

Fish five took account

Fish six put to test

Fish seven calling out

Fish eight et the best

-Hermit King-

The Pirate Masterson

O'er every ocean

Our galleons make it home

Taking what is mine

Free, my crew and I

Sailing acrobates of sea

In our faith’s embrace

Tis looted treasure

Beyond value of just form

Endless in increase

Hear my jewels calling

Welcome Lord we are but yours

Chests to the bursting

Though all must I have

For sum my prize adorned

Into legends net

Know I come for yours

On horizons I am bound

Pirate Master's Son

-Hermit King-

South

Ive gone to watch a rocket land

Test the borders by my hand

Find old friends far far away

Find new ones were ere I stay

Understand for what I fight

Tell the truth that fills the night

See and know "Say can you see"

Allow it now be mine for free

Wander forth before the pass

Carry faith beneath new glass

Know directions without sites

Feel reflections live delights

Speak to they who know of pain

Share the news of holy reign

Power filled by brand new ways

Now become these better days

Speak of fathers speak of sons

Speak in tune with holy ones

Love become my trail of tears

Joy to last the test of years

Should I go down along my way

To where you cant upon this day

With poem I left our world intact

I love you so indeed and fact

-Hermit King-

A Sinners Hand

My great fear is

having the payout for my sins 

being, last to leave, 

all alone, 

in the purest truth of 

such a quiet, quiet mourning. 

A final good hand and kiss 

Before turning the table

would have been nice.

-Hermit King-

The Black Rose Queen

In the realm of hearts, where passions reign,

There a black rose queen with a heart of disdain.

Her jester, a man of jest and mirth,

Bound to her whims, seems destined from birth.

When her brow would furrow, the world must halt,

As she wields her emotions, with a thunderous vault.

The jester dances, to a delicate ballet,

Appeasing her whims, night and day.

"It's simpler to yield," the jester sighs,

As he sees her tears, and hears her cries.

"She's never at fault," he sadly concedes,

As he tends to her needs, fulfilling her leads.

But one fateful day, a challenge appears,

With a gleam in it's eye, and no trace of fears.

It captures her gaze, her heart aflutter,

Leaving the jester in a state of utter.

Game over, he thinks, as he watches them dance,

The queen's attention on a new romance.

For he knows within, deep to his core,

He was a puppeteer's toy, nothing more.

So heed this warning, all who dare,

To enter such kingdoms, to play in such lairs.

For the black rose queen plays a dangerous game,

She'll leave you broken, in sorrow and shame.

-Hermit King-

Shaman

In the heart of nature's bosom, where our higher spirits roam,

Shamanic wisdom flows and spins, to find its sacred home.

God, the flowing energy that's centered throughout all,

In every leaf, in every bone, in every bluebird's call.

The shaman's path, a journey wide,

In realms unseen, there spirits glide.

Through drumbeat's rhythmic trance embrace,

God's presence found in sacred space.

Nature, revered as a living, breathing whole,

Each creature, each element, part of the soul.

Healing hands channel God's divine light,

Restoring balance, dispelling the night.

Ancestors' whispers, carried on the wind,

Their wisdom and love forever pinned.

In rituals and ceremonies, their spirits dance,

Guiding the living with grace and trance.

Community united, by shaman's hand,

Through trials and triumphs, they stand.

God's energy, a force of love and grace,

In every shamanic journey, every sacred place.

-Hermit King-

The Realm of Thought

In the realm of thought, where great minds dwell,

Einstein and Tagore, their stories tell.

A dance of intellect, a meeting profound,

Their words and wisdom, the world astound.

Einstein, with science's crown adorned,

Tagore, with poetry's essence adorned,

Together they pondered, in deep debate,

The nature of truth, of love, of fate.

"Einstein, do you see the Divine above,

Or in the world, a part of our love?"

Tagore asked, his voice serene,

Einstein pondered, the question keen.

"Not isolated, but within," Tagore proclaimed,

"The universe and man, forever chained."

In human relationships, in art's embrace,

He found the Divine, a timeless grace.

Einstein, intrigued, questioned further,

About truth and beauty, their eternal tether.

Tagore explained, with eloquence rare,

In human experience, they find their lair.

"Matter seems solid, yet composed of space,

Humanity, too, a vast, interconnected place."

Their conversation, a symphony of thought,

On the essence of life, they deeply wrought.

In the harmony of man and the universe,

They found truth, in beauty's verse.

For truth, Tagore said, is not apart,

But within us, beating in our heart.

Einstein pondered, "Is truth independent of our mind,

Or in our consciousness, does it find?"

Tagore replied, "In the rational harmony we seek,

Truth lies, in the human mind's peak."

Their discourse continued, a quest for understanding,

In science, in art, their minds expanding.

Einstein, the scientist, seeking proof,

Tagore, the poet, seeking truth.

In the end, they found a common ground,

In the human spirit, truth is found.

Their epic conversation, a timeless ode,

To the beauty of thought, on life's road.

Einstein and Tagore, in their dialogue profound,

Showed us the beauty, in truth's surround.

In the dance of intellect, in the realm of thought,

Their words and wisdom, forever sought.

Einstein/Tagore/Hermit/AI

Dark Matter

In the voids of space, where the pitchness rules and its

Darkness flows like a perfect oil.

Quick-changing lubes fuel unseen

Energies in momentums of magnetic dance.

Frigid apparitions in quantum realms collide,

Black holes vacuum-load and shoot in spectral light.

Ratio disruptions, magnetic eddies,

Stall out waves, time bubbles in their sway.

Suns and planets, slow to turn and spin,

Sometimes in cosmic chaos recklessly collide and marry,

Reaching in the dark, they grasp and pull,

Like spheres after nuclear winter's spent.

Raining planets in scale to oblivion's hold,

In the vastness of space, their stories speak.

A symphony of wreckage, in the endless walk

Where dark matters whisper, in the Milky Way.

-Hermit King-