Sacred candle / A wooden stall / A warrior slighted/ An Indignant call / a martyr before truth / a hero of the lie / a slave to emotion /Sacred fire light the night / the innate strength / the assured resolution / the confident smile / blessed miracles in the dark / perpetuate the … Continue reading Sacred Candle of the Night
Poetry
Baby Eaters
Disbelieve the truth/ It hides behind the boiling womb/ that births the Source we speak. / Laughing children / ask for a break / a mockery of their secret truths,/ the power that life holds for us all / locked within their minds, / with the memories and the magic./ Stripped away/for an ounce … Continue reading Baby Eaters
Holy Ghost
Laws of three / Law of One / sidgel mists / varied sun / masked behind cascading sighs / the fog of distant eclipses / lift the sun through opaque sky / lift and brighten linear vibes / create majestic peace / from muted shadows / haloed sunshine / clouded godhead / we bask / … Continue reading Holy Ghost
Shadow Gate
Shadows cast / nine pillars / darkness strong / long lost light / pierce break through / remnant memory splice / the metered / balanced forces / automnal opposities unite / once in spirit / and once in form ○ https://www.instagram.com/p/B_BTBHtDO6u/?igshid=1oc8lh2gn8m4x -- -- "Shadow Gate" is an ekphrastic poem written by Michael Aaron Casares, and … Continue reading Shadow Gate
Sundaram
The sunset cast a fire red across the vast horizon. The orange yellow, fire sun, a sphere of blistering white at the center, palpable only as a pebble, the casting white so bright it lift the eyes up to the sky. The red fire, the fire red that leaves words once left unread like sands … Continue reading Sundaram
Funnel
Lights flashing underneath the dull night. / This was how I found release. / The swaying motion, / the artful twirling. / The indignation in the voice. / The spiteful hatred we try to avoid. / We see our enemies in the dance. / We see them stand before us and sway. / They are … Continue reading Funnel
Drip Drip
Dark to light, the fire burns bright inside. Reawakened. The celestial pull of the full moon, radiant, eminent, cosmic source, provider of new direction; necessity costs nothing to a universe that’s willing to give. But will you receive? Dark to light, the promises of the heart when full, the gravity of serendipitous coincidence. Synchronicity. Affirmation. … Continue reading Drip Drip
My Childhood Home I See Again by President Abraham Lincoln (Version 1)
Canto 1 My childhood’s home I see again, And sadden with the view; And still, as memory crowds my brain, There’s pleasure in it too. O Memory! thou midway world ‘Twixt earth and paradise, Where things decayed and loved ones lost In dreamy shadows rise, And, freed from all that’s earthly vile, Seem … Continue reading My Childhood Home I See Again by President Abraham Lincoln (Version 1)
The Suicide’s Soliloquy by President Abraham Lincoln
The following lines were said to have been found near the bones of a man supposed to have committed suicide, in a deep forest, on the Flat Branch of the Sangamon, some time ago. Here, where the lonely hooting owl Sends forth his midnight moans, Fierce wolves shall o'er my carcass growl, Or buzzards … Continue reading The Suicide’s Soliloquy by President Abraham Lincoln
Spring Storm (A Triptych Haiku)
Thickened oxygen Misty haze upon the ground Grass sweat pungent green Sudden chilling wind Gray somber overcast rain Hail, violent quick Verdant paradise Crisp first flower butterfly Long blade beauty sheen -- -- "Spring Storm" is a triptych haiku written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved. *************** Get a digital copy of Michael's … Continue reading Spring Storm (A Triptych Haiku)
The Root of Many Returns 