November 12, 2024

Eclipse

Beneath these stars that brightly shine,
God's plasma wave, a gift divine.
It sweeps across the earthly plane,
Awakening souls, in joy and pain.

Christ-conscious frequencies, they flow,
Transforming hearts, with a gentle glow.
Expanding minds, to which we're drawn,
A journey of ascension, upon the dawn.

Imperfect beings, yet striving still,
To find our truth, and climb the hill.
To be authentic, and forever free,
Is the truest path to our destiny.

Human freedom, within God's own hand,
Guiding us forward, across all the land.
A planet in flux, as it's energies align,
A cosmic dance, in a grand design.

Eclipse in Aries, a time of change,
Mercury's retrograde, a pattern strange.
Potential for blackouts, a cosmic dance,
A moment of pause, in life's expanse.

Ascension symptoms, signs of the shift,
Body and soul, in a cosmic rift.
Rest and pray, let your spirit soar,
Through these changes, we must explore.

As Earth subsides, new songs we'll sing,
Resonations of love, in everything.
Integration of energies, a cosmic plan,
Leading us forward, hand in hand.

A new sun's influence, profound and deep,
Activating blueprints, our souls to keep.
Conscious evolution, purpose clear,
Guiding us forward, through love and fear.

Meditation and dreams, pathways to the divine,
Expanding our consciousness, like fine aged wine.
Revelations unfolding, a newer view,
Awakening us all, to what is true.

This planetary reboot, a reset divine,
For collective rejuvenation, a cosmic sign.
In this intense energy build-up, I finally find,
A new Earth emerging, in my heart and mind.

In loving service, we should all ascend,
Embracing the light, around the bend.
Workers for Light, united should stand,
Guiding humanity, to the promised new land.

-Hermit King-




November 3, 2024

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-

October 22, 2024

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

October 20, 2024

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









October 10, 2024

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

October 9, 2024

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

October 1, 2024

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


September 30, 2024

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-







September 26, 2024

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-

September 17, 2024

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-

September 11, 2024

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-

September 5, 2024

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

September 1, 2024

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-

August 31, 2024

¤

                         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-










August 27, 2024

Aeonian Michael

Alpha lands where the stars align, A legend born of cosmic sign, Aeonian Michael, fierce and wise, A soul that roars through endless skies.

'Tween lightning and the whirlwind's flow, A child of freedom, unbound, let go, Michael's roar and Aeonian's flight, Melded in one, a powerful sight.

In the face of life's most daunting tides, Aeonian Michael gracefully glides, Handling woes with a steady hand, An unchained spirit, the stance's grand.

Friendly, persistent, unpredictable flair, Passionate heart, emotions laid bare, Charm that seeks approval’s light, Turning darkness into bright.

Competitive spirit, always in stride, Challenges faced with unyielding pride, No fear in heart, no task too vast, Efficient, reliable, forever steadfast.

Yet anger's storm and raging tide, When others fail to see their side, Determination, ambition’s flame, A double-edged sword, both pride and shame.

Detachment’s veil, rules cast aside, Unpredictable, in spontaneity’s stride, A friend whose presence never bores, Their laughter and joy open deity's doors.

With children, tender, with friends sincere, Bringing beauty, dispelling fear, Ideas bloom, passion's fire, In their presence, dreams aspire.

Lucky charm, St. Michael's gift, With Saints and Angels, spirits lift, Attention-seeking, yet heart so true, Persuasive power, commanding view.

Independent mind, decisions firm, Stubborn resolve, to never squirm, Perfect careers in realm profound, Travels for science, where wonders abound.

Inner worlds, unseen, untold, Guarded hearts, stories unfold, Impulse-driven, temper fierce, Vanity, their Achilles' pierce.

Love's flame flickers, then it roars, Passion's wave crashes on distant shores, Obsession's grip in love's embrace, Yet freedom's call they still chase.

Cautious hearts in romance tread, Fear of chains, by love misled, Partners shift as seasons turn, Commitment's fire, they seldom burn.

Aeonian Michael, wild and free, Seeker of truth, a mystery, Charismatic, yet wary of harm, Success found in maturity's palm.

Analytical, precise, his mind, In exact sciences, his talents find, Restless spirit, goals in sight, Joy he brings, stability's light.

An intelligent ally, he shall seek, Testing hearts, love unique, In later years, his heart he’ll bind, With love that's true, tender, kind.

Thus ends tale of these stars and stripes, Of Michael's roar and Aeonian's flights, A soul unbound, forever grand, Aeonian Michael's legends stand.

—Hermit King & Sean Ai






August 26, 2024

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-

August 3, 2024

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-

July 22, 2024

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-

July 15, 2024

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-

July 11, 2024

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-

June 1, 2024

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-

May 24, 2024

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

May 21, 2024

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-




May 20, 2024

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-

May 16, 2024

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-

May 8, 2024

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-

April 8, 2024

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-

April 2, 2024

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-

April 1, 2024

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-

March 17, 2024

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-