Take up the Grail, my Love, and drink. A creature of stardust and broken glass, You crawled under my skin. You braved the labyrinth of my pain To find the cavern of misery at the core. The Yang of your flame conjures a star in the Yin of my darkness, Reveals the dormant jewelContinue reading “Drink My Heart”
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The Hidden Illness: Bipolar II
I am mentally ill. That’s the official diagnosis. It’s a genetic predisposition and can’t be “cured” because the medical community is still researching the connection between genes, the wiring of the brain, and the interaction of the previous conditions with the environment. Materialism has disconnected medical “experts” from the wisdom of the ancients. IContinue reading “The Hidden Illness: Bipolar II”
Swallowed by the Sun
I have traveled from island to city, a stranger, an outsider. I search for home, the promise of acceptance offered. I would give my flesh to warm my soul in the star of your heart. I had thought I loved, that family and fidelity were the center. I was thrown to a seaContinue reading “Swallowed by the Sun”
Fall Into Light
You relinquished your charcoal heart to my care. I have smudged my fingers in your darkness, tasted the ashes of your loneliness. I stir the cauldron of your mind as it simmers, the fragrant steam a scent of secrets and pain. I will amalgamate your soul, An inexorable pressure. Lies will leak from our mouthsContinue reading “Fall Into Light”
Gealach an Cuerna
I am your moon; A subtle force that affects your tides; A satellite to whom you turn and divine The mysteries of amour, ardor, and succor. I rise in your nights and set in your days. Waxing bright and beguiling, I illuminate dark secrets. Waning, wrapped in black velvet and a silver smile, IContinue reading “Gealach an Cuerna”
The Owls Are Not What They Seem
Hearth The Owls Are Not What They Seem Dark Holler Arts (http://darkhollerarts.com/) Release Date: November 11, 2016 Shadow Woods Metal Fest 2015 introduced me to The Owls Are Not What They Seem. The name’s a mouthful and their sound is an earful. As black and white images flickered behind them, The Owls (ANWTS) used variousContinue reading “The Owls Are Not What They Seem”
It’s in the Air we Breathe.
Privilege Is fermented sugar added to any child’s mind, right and left, white and black male and female, To mash over centuries of Slow burn The result is poison, A Stockholm Craft Syndrome: Many laud the robust finish convinced they enjoy the taste. I.O. Kirkwood (c) 2017
PSYCHE
I want to believe that a Sacred Other Awaits my awakening; I want to believe that Eros, in his labyrinth of Shadows, gnarled roots, And faery gold, Is looking for a good Woman to save him. 2017© I.O.Kirkwood #fallingtoblack
When Life Was Simpler
– I.O. Kirkwood When I was unhappy with my human, I would piss on his Egyptian Cotton sheets, 1000-thread-count, Wrapped perfectly around a memory Foam mattress. He’ll never Lock me in the bedroom. Again. 2016 © iokirkwood.com “When Life Was Simpler.’” All rights reserved.
America the “Beautiful”
We are a culture of Wastrels, Cannibals who don’t eat what we kill. We treat other countries like paper plates and crumpled napkins; plastic cups and broken forks. We throw everything we’ve used into a big can and call it Refuse. We haul refuse to the dump. A Dump is taking a shit. We shitContinue reading “America the “Beautiful””
