I come riding from afar
From yonder blue star
The rider on the horse
Approaches from the source.
My flame fuses
In descending radiance
Its song muses
An unending cadence
I come...
To play within
Your earthly tides.

Bethrothal

Sun and moon
In fine tune
Varuna's trident
In the heart of the sun
Rings forth
A three pronged song
Whirling
Through the fiery worlds.

The Vision Extended

Divinity descends
As my bursting heart yields
The little will bends
As wheat in the wind
Over shimmering fields.
Follow the swallows’ wing
Bracing the breeze
Hear the earth sing
Feel the Sun's gaze...
On we march with our shield
To weary worlds we dare
A flaming sword we wield
At His sacred feet we kneel.

Varuna (Part 1)

I see my heart in the forge
Varuna's trident starts the surge
The blazing Golden molten Hind
Is blending blue diamond mind.
In the forge of my heart
Vulcan hammers the sparks
From the form that I fought
To keep being wrought
Into His fiery will
That death doesn't kill.
Now Varuna's tune
Rings in my mind
Fulfilling his promise
To sing to me kind
Of love unblind

Varuna (Part 2)

Varuna
I would have called
You sooner,
You old crooner...
The songs from your prongs
Tell us we belong...
Reassure us in the night
When my heart hides away
Foreign to the day
Blackened by our past
The sail, slackened at the mast
We pale, as your net doth cast
Redeeming from the doldrums
Flung in Vulcan's cauldrons
That sets our hearts alight
In the cradle of your palm.
I long to hear your sister's music
The seven spheres resound in time
From the orchestras of stars
While eleven tiers we climb
To lord it over Mars.
Hear my heart a pounding
See the dove descending
Taste my life abounding
Feel the river unending
Touch my seven strings
Speak , the Word...
Play with me, my harp
Play with me, my child
Play with me, be wild.

Sirius

I, Sirian Lord of the Law
Fashioner of this mighty sword
Wrought from elements so raw
Through passionate lives so flawed:
Thrust this blade through space
To burst the bubble around your Earth
This lake of trouble at its girth
To slake the throats that thirst.
Through Regulus I travel
To the Heart of the Lion
Where the mysteries unravel
Of the Virgin and Zion.
The Law is the Law is the Law is the Law
Let not the beast get thorny paw.

Ancient Architect Awakens

Down descends this column of fire
To stand ablaze amongst the mire
To bake it dry, cast in a brick
This keystone cut, at last we stick...
...Framed in the arch of Jerusalem's wall
Planned during the march in the Eleusian hall
Faced in the furnace of Albion's kiln
Shaped down the centuries of tempered will.
The roaring flame sounds asunder
Savages the sky with a searing sword
Ripping lightning, whipping thunder
Ravaging loose the chord...
The long lost chord of Seven Sages
Buried deep within Gaia's soul
The song which cost Maitreya’s Wages
Now released in rhythmic ritual whole.

Let me fall into the arms of night
That rescues me from my waking plight
Down into darkness swirling around
To a peaceful pond where there is  no sound:
Where a starry reflection breathes
The stillness borne of fiery sheaves...
Of seeds sown so long ago
We harvest now, to the mill we go.
The granite wheel grinds the golden grain
While winnowing winds whistle the husks
To tunes of ancient glorious dusks
Now meal for the muse
to render refrain...
...This song which laughs
Across the harvest fields
That longs for the hearth
As mother earth yields.

The Flame is My Sword

Dynamic blue glows in thy breast
There rays a yellow spire pointing up
Through this sacred dome so blessed
He plays a mellow lyre within my cup.
It wavers not, this mutable tip
This sharpest blade so still and steady
That savours sounds like a thirsty sip
The harpist made on flights so heady.
Excalibur stands forever in the forge
Holy handle in a heart - bejewelled in blue
Keenest blade thrust through the gorge
Towards the vault in heaven's hue.
Manjushri wields the flaming sword
Cutting wisdom from chord and word.

Inspiration from R

Lords of flame with your torches
Corner all candles, catch their wicks
Your swords the same, blaze and scorch
My fiery breath like the horse that kicks.

Tattoo thyself with the ink of thy zeal
Triple your tenacity, make our link real
Awaken from your petty cares and dreams
Work directly now for the chair that schemes.

Sacrifice comfort that chains and pains
Complacency has no place in my flames
Artifice of mind is just a blind
For the service you can't see behind:

...The veil that steadily threadbare gets
Once you linger disease besets...
The bell ringers must toil much harder
Get your fingers in the soil my gardeners.

Have no notions of prettier pastures
That do the bidding curse of Babylon
Right here is where the Plan we master
Your vanity kidding, worse for my song.

Into the eye of the storm you sail
Along my gaze focussed hard
Upon the sons I choose to hail
Into the ways of this lusty Bard.

The Count

Hearken to the Fastness
Instill the miracle of ritual
Midst all the moving mists
Marking time upon the satchel.
Let the violet flow inviolate
Not inchoate or violent
And when the mind is at ease and meek
There you find the peace you seek.
Slumber not in death
Seize the life that gushes anew
Death without depth
Is a body without sinew.
The seven comes, the seven goes
The seven always knows.

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