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Ragged blue cuts through midni MaskRagged blue cuts through midnight black,three lines styled after the beast within.Cold amber, jaded and hard,bright eyes that burnyour very soul.A shapelessmouth; wordless and silent.Neither salvation nor mercy,only the damning silencefor the condemned.The left eye; underscoredwith a single triangulated tear,defiantly white.“An eye for an eye, but I don’t need to see,who needs eyes motherfucker I can feelyou bleed!”Bleed.Silent damnation in that amber glass,No mercy will fall from these lips.Bleed.No expression for this mask,Say something!Bleed.
Song of HealingDay to night, dark to light,Fall the sands of time.Let the years like the gearsOf a clock unwindIn your mind walk through timeBack to better days.Memories, like a dream,Wash your tears away.Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn.---Cast away your old faceFull of gloom and spite.With this mask I will askTo borrow your light.
Wiccan Rede, Creed and Rune Please note that I claim none of these poems, as they are not mine to claim. Some have the authors named beneath the titles. Those that do not are the ones that I do not have the author's name for, and thus I cannot say who has written them. But I take no credit for these!The Wiccan Rede*There may be some slight variations on this, but this is the one I have found.**Written by Doreen Valiente.Bide the Wiccan law ye mustIn perfect love and perfect trustLive and let live-Fairly take and fairly giveCast the Circle thrice aboutTo keep all evil spirits outTo bind the spell every timeLet the spell be spake in rhymeSoft of eye and light of touch-Speak little, listen muchDeosil go by the waxing MoonSing and dance the Wiccan RuneWiddershins go when the Moon doth waneAnd the Werewolf howls by the dreaded WolfsbaneWhen the Ladys Moon is newKiss the hand to her times twoWhen the Moon rides at her peakThen your hearts desire seekHeed the North wind
TnM:En la boda de mi falso amor Era una mañana tranquila, muy bella a decir verdad más de lo normal.Yo caminaba por la acera sin rumbo alguno, admirando todo a mi alrededor observando muy detenidamente cada movimiento, pero algo lucía extraño, me sentía observada, no toleraba la esa sensación, me volteé y vi a un joven mirándome fijamente, como si intentara descifrar algo en mi, lo ignoré, pero no pude pasar por alto sus ojos azules o su belleza física, él notó mi mirada y me sonrió, sentí una sensación muy extraña pero a la vez bellísima, le devolví la sonrisa ¿Qué esperaban que haga? era muy lindo. En pocos segundos mi sonrisa se borró de mi rostro, ya que se me cruzó por la cabeza que lo más probable era que lo viera solo esa vez y luego ya nunca más, él se fue y me dejó sola, destrozada por una tontería, una lágrima rodó por mi mejilla y ca
AngelsAngelsthey cry tears of joythey guard us from harmseraph fights for the almightyarchangels fight for earthangels are all around usthey cherish the world
a celtic hearttempered cold, I feel your thinness you are as beautiful to me as the willow in the wind; fill your cupped hands with steel your wide eyes with courage your bare feet with fight. you are the land and all that it grows you are the sea and all that it erodes you are the wind and all that it carries
How do you beat the Devil?How do you beat the Devilwhen he is everywhereat the store,in your bed,and even in your shower.he sneaks, he creeps,he peeps, he leaps,he's always all about.Then how do you beat the Devilwhen he is everywhereyou fight, you bite,you kick, you scream,you even cite the Bible,Is this how you beat the Devil.Then why does he still followand when you weep and wallow,he seeps in your sorrowbut when you laughhe steps backand when all you lovecomes from up aboveYou see how to defeat the Devilyou fight him at your spirits level.
RockHacking away at a rock with another rock will shape the rockyou are hacking at by time, but the rock you are using might also break.This can be frustrating and you may want to give up and go do something else,but that is when you should get back on your feet, find another rock and continue hacking.You might never feel that the rock you are shaping ends up perfect and you will always see flaws orimprovements to be made. Passion to do something isn't to finish it, it's to work on it.
The Truth About God.All our lives we're taught to treat people how we want to be treated. As children we're often told to share our toys with others because we would want others to share their toys with us. As adults we're told to communicate with each other so misunderstandings don't happen because of a lack of communication. Today my heart is heavy. It hurts that many of the people in my life give so much, and yet are spit on, looked down upon, treated like they're less than everyone else because of their faith. So many people that I have been blessed to know are strong, amazingly strong Christians that I look up to more and more each day. I see their struggles and how they hold onto God through it all and I want to be like that. They open up and tell me their stories of their past hurts and struggles and it makes me want to share my story with others as well.The sad thing is: We live in a fallen world where our kindness is not returned to us. Instead there are those who mock our faith. Who parade arou
God is a hipster.God went to Starbucksbecause the Wi-Fi signal inheaven is crap. He pullsan HP out of the laptop bag androlls His eyes at the kid luggingin a typewriter. He clicks on Wordbecause He never really stoppedcreating – He has more furniturethan He knows what to do withand no wall space left for His canvases.He likes Word – His Word – becauseit reminds Him of another beginning,before time, before space, before everything.