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The night without stars is friendly
The night without moon is a dream
If the light were not free but were stolen
I would sleep in bliss and miss naught a beam
Tis the flames that build up and sur...
In this, cradle of a still pond I lay waiting.
Mewling unorthodox cries, releasing a howl most guttural.
Visceral my laying here at all, I wait.
Waiting, for a time the tongues dripping -drool s...
In response to can one speak in runes
The short answer
No runes are not accommodated with a vocal language.
The long answer
linguistically speaking runes may or may not be derived from an alphabe...
“I’m allowed to have FEELINGS”
I’m screaming at air, the only one listening the cat in a chair.
For once they are hidden, while all spilling out, and I feel like I’m drowning won’t you please pul...
(Because sometimes fear has to be frightened away by song, and Irish is the only way to go.)
it has come upon me.
Laying down to blanket me from harm
The stars a cloak that spills
In a field of Poppies standing estranged
Fighting the winds, and pleading for rain.
Alone in the center a swirling hydrant
Of all that is lovely, and all that is tyrant.
Swallowed by howls deafen...
I have so much to write here but I’ve kept putting it off because so much else has been going on. I’ve been pragmatically guiding a few people. I say guide because I’ve been teaching them as they...
I’ve been asked to teach before and almost always I accept but here’s the thing the students always wonder off. (And I do mean wonder!) It’s not their fault and it’s not mine it’s just wh...
Sleep like the dead wakes
The earth shambles and she shakes
Rise like the tide falls
April 11, 2014 (Poetry Month)
So many twisted winding roads,
Torn from the passages of time.
Laced with memories of the past.
Those blacked corners of the mind.
So many secrets churned to lessons...
Fallen tendrils of sweetened dreams
Skims rhymes skips dimes and finds forgotten things.
Hollowed masses, of emptied flesh;
Writhe, still, calmest quiet, forging rotten rings.
Gore speckled halos...
I soaked in cherry blossom water until the light pink became dark and every bit of ink had grown wings and flown off pages into my mind. Still hot, steam pushing to the surface reminding me to st...
I feel it…
This little itch… wants to be on paper.
Spilled ink soaks into the parchment-like blood a surgical sponge
Oil & Water
Maybe it’s a game meant to be played.
I want to...
Maybe I am terrible people.
So on my quest to connect more with the modern pagan community and remove the stick that is shoved very far up my ass I decided I would start with Druid Groups I have ...
I fell asleep looking for Yggdrasil and fell off a dark path melted into shadows and saw the world in design of Yggdrasil and saw myself die and when I died my soul lifted into the branches of Yg...
Here we go my products came in and are perfect! Now to mix Hoodoo, Hermetic and Druid practices with a bit of blood magic and by Yggdrasil, I think I have it. My seven-day ritual of bathing medit...
Gods how I have wanted rain. Rain and thunder to clear my head and make the world silent and tonight I am blessed with those soft rumbles and clinking splashes outside the window as the house sle...
Jumping back into a practice of an archaic religion that the handful of people practice won’t even talk to you anymore (not that you want to talk to them anyway) is a lot like deciding to pick ba...
I beat the personal goal I set for myself this year, I made it past last years word count. It has me reflecting on some things. A little over a year ago I was going to kill myself. I had been sui...
I am feeling strange raw but it’s a good thing. Everything I touch is sharp, blood wells to the surface at every thought, reminds me of cutting. I won’t go there. I cried today, am crying still. ...
It leapt like the sun screaming out for the moon.
A hallowed out crevice where the shadows swoon.
Broke into memories all scattered and lost.
Came as a dark wind bringing the frost.
Oh how it ris...
There’s gallows humor behind those eyes
A dotted line between her thighs
A crucifix for childhood ills
A bottled demon-a clash of wills
A prescription list of mental flaws
The dancer dancing abov...
Cold tears and sunken victories
Placed upon a pedastal
Envoking something visceral
Fallen like an acrobat
Soul strung thin like wire, pain grown fat.
How close it dances to th...
I’m afraid of myself, of the shadow that I cast,
for it’s deep and it’s wide
casting a divide too far to see across
Speaking of crosses,
there lies all the graves of times I’ve tried and died
Smoke dances with air sandalwood leaves it’s stain
The room is spinning though I am sitting still
Tears form but pour inside cutting as razors against soft skin
Demons are my kin
Again and again...