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For the Pure Ones

For the Pure Ones

By Eve Lorgen August 26, 2019   For the pure forgotten ones, whose true story was never told. Your history erased, corrupted counterfeits revisioned. Your life, your memories, your heart that was stolen.   I know you and feel your desire to be heard, to be loved, valued and understood. Oh how much it hurts […]

The Black Angel Ladies

The Black Angel Ladies

This poem came to me regarding a mystery. The Black Angel Ladies By Eve Lorgen 6/18/016 They sit together in unabashed apparel. Donning masks of matronly unwantedness, in this world of reversals. Quietly they seem, in hushed whisperings, their black skin and styled hair—shimmering. They wait with me in calm elegance. They are not of […]

The Sorcerer’s Captive

The Sorcerer’s Captive

 By Eve Lorgen 10/24/014   I have always loved you. And I love you still. What you didn’t know The prison wardens plot to kill.   You think he is your ally— while you shunned my soul’s intent. Through his lies of deceit My heart was twisted and rent.   All I wanted to do […]

The Samurai’s Honor

The Samurai’s Honor

by Eve Lorgen   It is better to die for honor, than to live a lie. To bow out of competitiveness’s grasping climbing the social ladder, golden pie.   Loss of illusion can make a grown man cry. A woman lose her hope when beauty goes awry. To realize the loss of your precious life […]

True Heros

True Heros

In this dark time even angels dare to tread.

They will resurrect the still small voices from the dead.

We will not be forgotten.

We will not be ignored.

The truth will prevail.

We will march forward.

Mermaid Wisdom

Mermaid Wisdom

Her Sisters and Grandmother beneath the waters edge

warned her not to charm men, singing on that ledge.

“We are creatures of another kind,

who guard treasures of magic and song.

Our hearts are pure; to mortal men we do not belong.

We can share a moment of breath as we sing our hearts tune.

But more often than not, we are doomed!

We Will Prevail

We Will Prevail

Contemplation of sorrows led me to the heart of grace.

Riding the fine line; a razors edge place.

A life of secrets, mockery and shame.

Threw me into the dungeon and I lost my name.

Becoming empty, a void unseen,

Captured me into the heart of the Beloved so pristine.

Mother Earth’s Sorrow

Mother Earth’s Sorrow

My drive is unstoppable; my anguish is just.

We are all one, we are one, in our hearts we must trust.

From the black hole of my grief, comes the oracle of Wisdom.

The Eternal widow awakens; the laser shatters this prison.

With ferocity and compassion my mystery unveils

The power of the divine archetype now sets her sail.

Breaking the Curse

Breaking the Curse

I walk on all fours; I lick my wounds.

I am the homeless dog-bitch roaming the tombs.

Sauntering to and fro,

entering yogi’s dreams I go.

Reviled and exiled, mocked and feared.

My outer actions and beliefs appearing weird—