Behemoth

Mythical creature
Hiding around Benelux
In a snapshot
Shadows would reveal
Secrets the streets have
Longtime hidden
How many years
Had it been hiding here
And from what we
May never find out

Running from nothing
Rubbing your eyes deeply
There was no unseeing
The possibility of magic
Overflowing with whilst

All the creativity of a child’s
Imagination reeling at the
Counter of majestic molding
Manifesting the art
But nothing else reclaims
A financial cure from
Something where is none

A sinister lie to protect
Ourselves from sharing the
Real parts of who we are
Like narrating our stories
Carefully with numbers and
Dollar signs lined up
Stacking paper instead of
Racking up experiences
And art that amount
To putting the whole truth
Out for the world where
Everyone can see

Routes twisting and turning
Going every which way and in
Directions we can find the
Behemoth the magic maybe
Even the dragon revealed

© GÄ

Pot Béni

It was his turn to make the soup
He had all the directions
Now it’s just a matter of timing
All of the ingredients
Warm the pot
Clean the sides
Clean the gut
Cut the ginger
Boil it up
A giant pot for the
Delights of the spirits and
Cleansing of the mind
The opine of the vegetables
Moment to moment
Satisfies our curiosities
Two times over
Big silver pot
Give it all I’ve got

Special greens
Herbs and things
Magical lot of
Spices to bring
Every effort to hold it in place
For when the bell tolls
We have still our souls
And nothing on earths rock
Will matter because the
Security is still in the soup

© GÄ

Runes

Read my cards
Tell my fortune
Predict my mystic future
A destiny that is only
Read by my heart
The shape of my lips
Eye color and tea leaf sips
Magic broken open
Spokes of light sharp
And bright scribbled slopes in the
Late sun on the fertile soil
At twilight tell my story
Hell and heaven cannot
Comprehend how the love
That comes in open arms
Leaves a feeling of disarray
Resistance and misunderstanding
It’s not the way I predicted
Answers are coming and going
Easy enough to make a point
Draw a line call the corners
Ask for hope in smoke
Tell my fortune
When the fairytale feels
Fractured the sorcery
Is manufactured into
Glamorous conjurations
Tell my fortune
Whispered in the ears
Of the earth to ground me
In the dirt lay me before the
Sky as I spoon the moon

© GÄ