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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.
Soul MatesBetween dream and moon tides,The light weaves a new day.A first glimmer lights the darkness,Where even still a shadow lay.For ages swings a songFrom star guardians into the worldAnd first diamonds glitter,Where luminosity falls on the water.The young morning is still hesitating,Promising us hardly the return.Still the night wraps up the lifeAnd silently breathes the great sea.Then … finally, the golden time calls.Water marries to the light.And shining our heart swaysWhere sunshine breaks through waves.The wind carries my soulOn its wings away from hereTo green valleys, ocean lights,To blue lakes, to you.You are the life, you are the dream.You are my soul and my light.And when the day draws to a close again,I will not forget you.
There is a GodThere is a God,no mystery about it.Just look into the sky,and you will see.Touch the mountain peak,and you will see.Just take a breath,hold deep then exhale.And you will see that,there is a God.He is in the laugh of every baby,the glowing smile on their faces.In the heart of each child,dancing with the innocence of this life.He is holding that woman up in her pain.Giving that man strength in his trials.Speaking words of life into the hopeless,shining light into the darkness.He is God.He is the whisper in the wind,calling out your name.He is the Eye in the storm,waiting for you to call out to Him.He is everything you need,you just need to realize it is Him.There is a God,and He is everywhere.In the oceans tide,in the gull's cry,in the fires blaze,in the clouds rain,in your hearts song. There is a God.
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
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
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back 1. I say nothing I am thinking.For twelve years I have wantedto do exactly this, but suddenlypronouncing my own name calls upthe question of who it belongs toin the same breath LikeSolomon I was born a singerbut in the wrong key and mychords will not carry me, will notsummon the wolves to me onlypacks of hungry dogsstupid with domesticationbut nearly feral And likea hungry ghost I have learnednot to speak against thosewho will give me food 2. A sketch of myself. He says I must have been bornin the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste ofthe crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,and suddenly I open my wide arms forNew Orleans, find myself needing the wind fromthe Great Plains. Like a buffalo I have the spiritof the Sun and I carry it with me. I am a plantof burnt umber, brown, ready and waiting likesage bushes, like the hill you go to that is bestfor collecting jun
Serious White Lantern OathThe Brightest Day falls from the skiesMay the foul dead shield their dark eyesBurn as the white star fire descendsNot a light that dies, but that ascends!
Winter DreamsWinter Dreams Die In Spring.If Not, They Kill You In Summer.