Shadow Poetry - Writings of Steve Whittaker/Khalell Zen Paraldan

	S H A D O W P O E T R Y p o e m s o f S t e p h e n W h i t t a k e r (and as "Khalell Zen Paraldan")
T H E C R A C K The way the Earth shook, when from my life they took my treasures Slowly grows the crack, that forces me to look back for treasures As it slips through the floor, the valley moves to the door to treasures As I follow close behind, the causes run through my mind of treasures Was it change? Was it fear? Will that crack disappear? A great tear in the ground Splits open without sound...forever. No one else can see, this crack that breaks from me with treasures Faster the line moves on, even as I write this song for treasures
R E F L E C T I O N S* In the shiny surface I see myself flattered Agony and fear rustling near the point that it shattered Here the tattered ribbon that is wound around my heart As I pull on its threads I feel myself falling apart My ever weaker voice drowned out by the silence Slowly sounds louder inside broken by the violence The fading image, my face is wasting away And I claw at it until the shiny surface turns gray My timely moment now approaches so near I forget but remember that I am not here *This poem was submitted to the David Bowie fanclub back in 1999 when a contest was being run for lyrics to a new song at the time. I did not win the contest, but occassionally when I hear that particular song (name not given per no permission) I sing my lyrics instead of those of a fan that were used.
F A L L I N G Into darkness, I'm falling down You see me screaming, but can't hear a sound A helpless victim, who feels so unreal A lonesome prisoner, uncaring, can't feel I wish you'd try to save me from this Unspeakable nightmare... I don't think I can go on... I'm wasting away and falling down... Hidden from sunlight, I'm losing my own I'm trapped inside, so bitter, alone Climbing harder, and higher, and done Trying to call out to someone, something unknown Unthinkable failure, uncaring, unsure I know it's impossible... Starving for a firm hold... How long will this torment last?.. But in the future, years from now We'll be together, united somehow A perfect union, we won't pass away How I think only of that great day With this undying love I am free We can love again...You and Me
C H I L D H O O D ' S D E A T H See how the rain trickles down, and the box car wheels turn around The hooves of horses hits the ground, How could you forget that sound? Chirping birds and winds do come, they flow into your face-you run! The cold hits your hands, you're numb...when the truth hits you, life is done Spin around come along friend, we'll count the days until the end Of the pointless time, then you send-send me home as we come around the bend Childhood is gone, we are old-The same story is always told Childhood dies, then you're free-For God's sake, what happened to me? Childhood's death in a storm-that pain and fear is the norm Childhood goes, then we die-We're no different, you and I... See how the rain trickles down. And the box car wheels turn around.
N I G H T M A R E S O F P L E A S U R E As I close my eyes and rest for awhile, a new day begins almost empty I tell myself that the past is over, and memory can never change Still...I can hear your name Maybe I could open the front door wide, take a walk around my garden I force myself to rise and look outside, but all I can see is the rain Still...I can hear your name I pretend that you are standing out there, all I have to do is let you in We can talk about the ol' days and play, until I realize that all I feel is false Still...I can hear your name Still...I can hear your name Through these nightmares in my brain! Still...I can hear your... name...name...name
M E O R Y O U Torture me. Torture you. Punish me. Punish you. Rescue me. Rescue you. Repeat me. Repeat you. Come hold me. I will come hold you! Love me (you)...See me (you)...Touch me (you)...Hear me (you) Was it me or was it you? Dance with me. Dance with you. Sing for me. Sing for you. Listen to me. Listen to you. Walk with me. Walk with you. Speak to me. I will speak to you! Love me (you)...See me (you)...Touch me (you)...Hear me (you) Was it me or was it you? Where... Are... You?
	P O E T R Y O F K H A L E L L Z E N P A R A L D A N (o c c u l t)
T H E S E V E N K I N G D O M S Down the tree of my soul, there are seven kingdoms to make me whole. Spheres of power deep inside, through them all I with power confide. First, as I climb upward, it is Muladhavva that my soul climbs toward. The brightest red I see, I know that I am what I am, and all of me. Next I travel in desire, to the kingdom of Svadhisthana to reach its spire. All of me is burning in a rage, I hunger for more, my boundless soul will not age. When I am finaly saited, to the world of Manipura I feel drawn and baited. The power in me begins to swell, I transform into a fire and through the sky I sail. In triumph I begin to love, and all the beauty reveals itself through Anahata above. My feelings spread to everyone, I feel pride and joy in life, the earth, and sun. Once I stop at the peak, from the heights of Visuddha my soul begins to speak. My ideas, my creations, from the recesses of imagination, I show all of my elation. Suddenly within I do call, a higher vision appears from teh kingdom of Ajna. I see more than below me, I see everything that has come, will come, and always shall be. Finally, from within I soar, of everything and anything I join the kingdom of Sahasrara. White light shines into my soul, the entire existence that I am, now in truth, I am whole.
F R U I T O F T H E W O R L D T R E E* Long ago and just a dream away, a black nothing became a gray. And in the morning of that day, there was a fire that arose to warm. But in that fire was a soul, it grew wings to make it whole. On those wings feathers did grow, and with their flutter there rose a storm. In that storm winds did come, shifting the darkness into the sun. In that rain there first was one, then several drops to make a sea. As the waters spread to fill, the darkness tossed and spilled. Turning over itself in thrill, arising as a serpent born. To the Wyrm did say the bird, "With me you make a seed by word and guard this seed undisturbed and build a nest for it inside thy shadow." To the Phoenix said the snake, "With your fire and my water we make an egg from which inside this lake sprouts a Tree for us to keep as One." And so from the egg there came a tree, The first of its kind in history. A column of Earth to bind Sky and Sea. The World Tree doth bare its fruit. This interpretation of the world tree is taken from the Slavic shamans story of how the firebird spirit Simargyl (Belobog/Yang) and the Cosmic Serpent (Chernobog/Yin) grew the tree of the World from the womb of Mother Mokosh. For more on slavic mysticism, visit: KOLDOVTSVO - THE MAGICAL ART OF THE SLAVIC SORCERERS.
B R I G H T S T A R O F R E I K I* Bright Star within and without Burning away all sin and doubt The Master's soul touched and atuned His inner lotus radiant and bloomed A journey down from sacred mount Full of the Great Light as a fount The First Miracle did come to toe Healing Hands did well make so Great feast was asked from kind Spare no food, he fast for a time The Second Miracle did now come Empty belly and heart undone Ailing girl was brought to Master Her great toothache felt like disaster Healing Hands took away the pain Her happiness came back again. Many came to be healed and well Caught by Master's healing spell Though some did not stay at peace Their greed and pride would not ease. So from wise words Master proclaimed These five lines for the Art contained: Just For Today, Do Not Worry Just For Today, Do Not Anger Honor Your Parents, Teachers, and Elders Earn Your Living Honestly Show Gratitude For Every Living Thing. So now each student must know within. To burn away all doubt and sin. Heal the world and all others too. But always heal the Star In You. *dedicated to the folklore of how Dr. Usui discovered and developed the healing art of Reiki.
L O R D A N D L A D Y She lives and breathes upon the Earth, My Lada She is the web of life and birth, My Mokosh Her smile floats softly with the Moon, My Baba Yaga Cosmic Serpent, restless lover, Shadowy Sorceress, Queen Chernobog. He is the strength of mountains high, My Kupalo His lightning flys from air to cloud, My Perun His horn heralds the Wild Hunt's ride, My Volos Firebird Free Half, Dark Magician, Playful Shepherd King Belobog. Their faces many, countless names from all the nations Diana, Isis, Ishtar, Brigid, Anu, Gaia Dionysus, Ra, Zues, Cerrenanos, Marduk, Belos Teachers from dreams, oracles' flames, whispered blessings Speak and fulfill our wishes, guide your children within our hearts.