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pain

Louise

the pain is still there

it won't go away

each day you think and think

when is this all going to end?

will this ever go away?

will they ever go away?

i think about it everyday

the pain remains

i'm still here

left in this dark world.

Don't

Rachael

Dont speak so loudly
And don't cry, as if you care
Unless you really have a clue
Unless you know the feelings there
Don't say you understand
And don't agree
Unless you know how it feels
And what its doing to me
Don't tell me you love me
And that the sun will one day rise
Cause that's exactley what i want to hear
But I don't want to hear thise lies
Don't say you know me well
And that I don't hate you
I know I say I don't
But the truth is that I do

Бесконечность

Ksusha

Я смотрю в небо, в его глубокую голубизну,
Но что за ней, что кроется,
Я не пойму, пока не увижу ту бесконечность,
Таящуюся в глубинах….
Вселенной, пока не узнаю тайну зарождения, Зарождения всего – там и здесь.
Думаю я, я знаю точно,
Высоко над землёй, не догадываемся, мы
Даже порой не задумываемся,
Что они есть, есть и будут….

the death of dawn

witchy

a child twists a blade of green around her fingers
she is oh so young
let her sleep among the shadows
for darkness is not bane
she has seen death
slowly engulfing her body
she will never grow old
but cold, lying sprawled apon the cliffs
while skin grows pale
a north wind chilling her flesh
the sun shines white
a burning glare
and yet she sees the Lady
a bird apon a current
of wind that takes her down further
farther from this world
and she sleeps amongst the shadows
and slips away as darkness falls

A Love That Will Not Die

Donna J. LeBouf

A love that will not die,that is what we have
A truth and understanding of all the days gone by
We always sit and talk alot about the things we want to do
But never have we had cross words or fought about a thing
We love each other to no end and love our children the same
So I have to say that this is a love that will not die
I hope you all have as good a love as mine.

The Telephone Call

Puja Goyal

I turn, I twist,
Sit up and lie down again,
Wriggle under the sheets and wait...
Two hours and three.

I stare at the telephone,
It remains dormant.
No phone calls to receive,
No phone calls to make.

The night darkens-
And the candle burns deeply.
The bed remains cold.
I stare at the telephone-
One last time,
Before my eyelids close.

The telephone remains disconnected....

REFLECTIONS

VANA VORIS

REFLECTIONS
As I stroll quietly
through the sun dappled woods
Smelling the earth and flowers
At summers end.
I came to a pool of water
And sat to rest a while.
I looked into the pool
And saw a reflection.
Not of myself.
I saw my mother
And knew love in my heart.
I saw my Grandmother
And remembered her love.
I saw my Great Grandmother
And never knew her love.
I saw my daughter
And knew love in my soul.
I saw my Grand Daughter
And knew love in my spirit.
I can see a pale reflection
Of my Great Grand Daughter
And her Daughter after her.
I can feel the love of them.
I can see them all
In my reflection.

Boy Sugar

Vicki Crosby

Boy Sugar

In his mind he sees only sugar, his perception of the world so far.
Crystal and clear, it is his truth and in this instant, pure.
(It is his desire and it settles in the corners of his smile.)

Flakes of snow fall mysteriously onto an expecting tongue,
and melt imaginably sweet as he sees the moon through the car window,
(because it's all made of sugar, you know).

*** he was born in a sugar cane field and his harvest has begun,
he was spun in a circle on a fairground ride with cotton candy fun,
he was a sugarbaby, sugarbaby, sugarbaby boy with cotton candy fun.

His playdough is carefully worked through kitchen tools on the floor
grating mindful sugar to share with those who have given to him before.
(adoring eyes appreciate this sweet moment, as he is nurtured in play.)

In his dreams, his tractors are made of sugar, rain falls dry and gathers neatly
in a little bowl on his breakfast table. Just waiting for him. Just for cereal.
(he is the only one who knows about this, it is his sweet secret).

***

He measures his history by spoonsful of LasLasLasLasLast Night memories
and the sugar crisp smile forms on his face when his mother laughs.
(dessert stories that blend into the world with repeated sweet recollections)

And the family tree blooms...as the older branches watch over these sprouted discoveries..
and life is renewed in this sweet space when a boy gives us his sugar.
(confections of boy sugar wonder bringing us all home.)

***

contemplation

Jane Lashwood

I feel surrounded by the security of silence.

I am almost untouchable by the chaos of the outside world,

Unmoved by the painful traumas that come in waves.

I am above it all, lifted away in silent contemplation.

to be known

****

my love i wonder..
you leave me to wonder-
you allow me to question,
to make believe..
you offer your ideas,
and your jaded words..
yet you allow for me to live
and for me to learn.
you do not hinder my search;
rather you encourage my attempts,
and for this i do love you.

"Wisdoms Flight"

RavenMoon

Thrice the raven entered night

to bring forth mystery of pale moonlight

One he met a lady fair,

with stars for eyes and

flowers in her hair

Two he watched as a mother crooned

over new born child, a swaddled boon

Three he visioned a lady old

with hair of silver and a wisened

heart of gold

Within balance of the three moons

mystery shedsa light on thee.

DREAM MASTER

Aster

dreaming of times when love was young and beauty filled the air

when kings of old my father told were noble strong and fair

when monsters hissed and maidens cried and knight upon his horse did ride

i dreamt of you my friend and love

together we did quest

we traveled far always in our hearts searching for our destiny

the blow of the sword

the wave of a hand

shelter in the forest

the magical morn brings beads of light

that trickle from the flower

lips taste sweet berrys

a warm breeze kisses bare skin

and with a tune a new day begins

The Weaver

MoonDancer

He saw the Lady, alone one day,

standing by the lagoon--

"What are you doing?"

He asked of She

She looked quite busy, it seemed.

"I'm catching Souls and Weaving dreams,
for all, you see, isn't reality.
I am growing weary tho, I fear my time is near."

"And what do you do when you've finished your task,
once your day is thru'? What of your Soul and what
of your dreams, who will Weave for you?"

He asked of She.

With that the Weaver sat down
on the bank of the beautiful lagoon.

He could see a stream of tears flow down,
by the light of the midnight moon.

"Oh...it matters not for me you see,
my dreams have all gone by. It's for the young, you know,
they need their dreams in order to carry them thru."

He looked at She, and knew, just what he had to do.

"Rest easy Weaver, and cry no more,
your tears have touched me so. Your dreams are waiting,
take my hand, and we'll prepare to go."

With that She laid down on the bank of the beautiful lagoon,
with a farewell kiss to the midnight moon,
She slowly closed her eyes.

He reached for her hand and as they left,
he whispered in her ear,
"Your Soul shall re-awaken, and your dreams will know no fear.
Look ahead, sweet Weaver, Summerland is near."

Blessed Be to all Dream Weavers.

MoonDancer

Plea to the Goddess

Raincrow

Oh Holy Mother listen to us chant
Smile upon us as we dance
As we cast off our garments of man
Caress us with your loving hands
Around the fire whichAugust burns so bright
In your name we shall unite
As free as wind blown hair
May the sounds of our pleasures fill the air
Protect us from and hatred
Accept this night as one most sacred

LISTEN MY CHILDREN

RUTH E. ANDREWS WRITTEN 4, 2001

LISTEN MY CHILDREN AND YOU SHALL HERE,
ALL THE REASONS FOR MY TEARS.
YOU WERE GIVEN ALL THAT YOU'D NEED.
WHEN AND WHY DID YOU TURN TO GREED.
YOU WENT INTO MY FORESTS AND CUT THEM DOWN.
hOW MANYCURES AND SECRETS SRE LOST AND NEVER TO BE FOUND?
I RUMBLE ANS RUMBLE AND SHES MANY TEARS.
DO YOU LISTEN DO YOU HEAR?
i QUAKE AND SHAKE AND QUAKE AND SHAKE.
AND STILL YOU DON'T AWAKE.
MY WINDS TWIST AND TURN TWIST AND TURN.
AND STILL MY LOVES YOU DO NOT LEARN.
MY VOLCANOS ERUPT WITH FIRE AND BRIMSTONE.
PLEASE PLEASE GET MY CLUES I WILL NOT PHONE.
YOU KILL MY CREATURES ONE BY ONE,
THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED DONE.
THE FLOODS AND DROUGHT ALL OVER THE LAND,
PLEASE MY CHILDREN UNDERSTAND.
ONE PLACE LEFT WHERECURES AND SECRETS MIGHT LYE
.NOW BECAUSE OF GREED YOU WANT IT TO DIE.
I AM TIREDIAM WEARY AND FILLED WITH DISPARE.
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU WHEN I NO LONGER CARE

Blood on My Flesh

Lunachic

Blood on my flesh,

But it's not mine.

A heart wrapped in mesh,

And it's not thine.

What a bloody mess,

Slowly sip the wine.

I've nothing to confess,

The secrets are still mine.

Nothing more or less,

All the thoughts combine.

No more things to guess,

Just branches on the vine.

Always did say yes,

Never once thought nein.

Blood on my flesh,

But now it's mine.

A Dark Twist-My Identity Poem

Lunachic

In the darkest spaces of your mind,

The true wickedness you will find.

True meanings of your thoughts to show,

A simple word to say hello.

Untitled (Drawing Down The Moon)

MiddaySun

http://clix.to/tcp

Draw down her creating power,

Apon us is the magick hour.

Remove your cloak and hood,

Dance within the secret wood.

By Earth, Water, Fire, Air,

Skyclad bodies, flowing hair.

Bathe in Her lunar light,

She attends our circle this Sabbat night.

Remember always the ways of old,

All that we were taught and told.

Blessed Be our Mother, Three,

And us, Her children,

Ever shall we be.

Riding this Life

anonymous

Riding this hill,

this mound of dirt

streams

grass

stone

sky

infinite living things!

all alive in their own ways!

each for us to see

smell

taste

hear

touch

sense.

the Full View,

the Crest of this mountain,

of All Knowing and Understanding of life,

the Very Crest

is visible to all who look,

and is trodden ever closer to

throughout this Ride;

but is experienced by none.

My Ocean

Chachey

She is an Ocean,

A sea of sweet solitude...

Torment and Serenity interwoven

beneath a surface of everlasting beauty..

Some may never know what lies beneath,

but those allowed to dive into her depths

will rise again, not knowing,

Only hoping they never lose

this this beautiful Soul..

A SnowFlakes Path

Chachey

The simple days pass

like flakes of snow in mid-winter.

Slowly, Consistantly, Unpredictably...

They fall from the sky

with such gracefull ease,

Never knowing where the wind may take them.

This is the true beauty of every day.

They seem to go by,

but we don't always pay attention.

Each is a new journey,

with new hurdles we must leap.

We learn and draw from these only if

Each day is seen individually...

A day is a life, A life is a day,

Each and every journey adds to the whole.

We must never allow our days to become routine,

For if we do we have never truly lived,

but simply awaited death...

What Will Come?

Chachey

I see the Horizon over the Sea...

It is Coming,

A New time,

A Time of Change...

Is this the End? Or simply,

A new beginning.

******

today is the day i start all over

i move from this valley, to sit on my mountain.

i'll see the sun

through my new eyes, i'll

laugh and dance as i leave you behind.

notyetknown

hollee

i lie alone on

this night

i am layerd with moonlight

and darkness

i am consumed with possibilities

i wonder

i always wonder

when time stood still

hollee

when time stood still
i woke up and the fog was lazily
rising and the first breath i took
shook my body and a latin boy
laughed and jumped and then smiled
like he knew all his life what i
was so desperately dreaming for.

Life's Path

Kathy Hendriks

~ Life's Path~

I can stand on my own, with nothing to fear,

I've let go of the past and my conscience is clear.

I've learned in this lifetime we are given a voice,

The chance to decide, to make our own choice.

I can hold my head high, I need not feel shame,

If one in my presence doesn't see things the same.

I am responsible for the choices I make

It's important to give as much as I take.

Does my life's work bring out the beauty of Earth?

Do I respect those around me,

Acknowlege their worth?

If I can honestly try each day,

To make things brighter along the way,

I know I am honoring our Earth Mother,

Who gives us Her Home to share with eachother.

So I wander life's path at my own special pace,

I don't rush toward a finish line, This isn't a race.

I cradle a bloom in the palm of my hand,

breath deep the fragrance, feel my heart expand.

I gaze at the stars, scattered way up high,

Bright, tiny pins prick a chilled Autumn sky.

Every night and each day are filled with such magick!

Open your heart and you'll See,

It's the purest of love,

For all below and above,

When together we shout:

"Blessed Be!"

~Kathy ~

Cosmic Cheshire Cats

Michael MacDougall

http://www5.50megs.com/mikemacd

Rainbow stars . . .pulsating orbs

Spiraling to infinity

Exploring the farthest reaches

Of the galaxy and beyond

Cosmic Cosmo. . . The space juggler

A traveling solar circus to the stars

Spinning hypnotic impulses of peace and unity

Vibrating visuals from the vortex

Take your next trip to deep space

From neutron stars to the planet mars

The nebulae to the Milky Way

The Cosmic Cheshire Cats

March onward and outward

A Cheshire cat. . .

Casts a luminous smile

Across the universe

As father time

Addresses the millennium

Illuminated. . .

By the planetary glow of distant auras

A Cosmic Cheshire Cat dreams...

Dawning twilight gleams

The order of the galaxy

Is now restored in our presence

The Cosmic Cheshire Cats. . .

Entranced by moonmist

Fall through space. . .

Bathed in transcendent moonlight

Dreaming of purple nirvana

The Dream Walker

Deb

I lie alone and lonely,

asleep once again.

In need of a hand,

to grasp as a friend.

He comes in the night,

a magical guest.

Who teaches me what will be,

a lifetime quest.

My nighttime love,

my daytime guide,

Showing me what lies,

deep inside.

Recently he left,

to be reborn.

I miss my friend,my lover,my dark

wolf.

Blessed Be my friend,perhaps one day,

I shall teach you.

The Lonely Road

The Wizard of Rock Tree

http://www.righteo.com/rocktree/wizard3.jpg

Far I've walked

this lonely road,

so many things to see.

The good the bad,

the highs and lows,

the journey sets you free.

To walk a path

less traveled,

to know you'll never

reach the end

will set you free

and let you see,

just where you've really been.

Awakening

Lexanaa

The room is dark

I see a flame from a burning candle

Dancing Beautifully

I focus- My eyes fixed on the majestic dancer

Tonight is a night of release

For years my soul has ached

Crying out for something

Never believing it could be so-

My suffering has ended

My breathing deepens- My body relaxing

A shimmering silver ball forms around me

I've shut out the ridicule from real world

I begin to see-

the deep abyss of my soul

is my looking glass

Wandering around I notice the dancer decending

I relucntantly return to my body

Slowly awake-My body feels amazing

Tears of mixed emotions run down my cheeks

I have never felt so free

For a moment I join the candles celebration

The cool summer nights air

feels refreshing against my nakedness

Although I am alone (physically)

My spirit feels the rejoicing

of my brothers and sisters

Welcoming me into this new & beautiful world

Blessed be to our Lord and Lady

For showing me the way

Their love has given me faith-

To them I offer my eternal devotion

untitled

by Sharalie

delicate green hues

striped silken petals

dangling

on tender vines

Carelessly we push our way through

breaking the vines

trampling the leaves

and grinding them

into the earth

Here again it grows

stronger

sturdier

and in even greater peril

at our feet

perhaps we will pass this way again

its beauty perceived

the other side

sandy

Imagine a light

that is so bright

but does not hurt

your eyes,

Well think of this

the ones you miss

just over the other side

in the light

that is so bright

but does not hurt your eyes,

Their souls are bright

and full of life

living gayfully

over there,

For when you see

their peaceful glee

it does't feel so bad

for then you'll know

you'll meet again

thou this life

NEEDS you now

daydreaming

sandy

Here I am

thinking a thought

daydreaming a dream

while taking a walk,

althrough my life

its been this way

at last I have

something to say,

Hearing the birds sing

see them play in the trees

watching the flowers

surrender honey to the bee's

Seeing the smoke rise

into the sky

wondering if this planets

gonna survive

I'm alive and happy today

still feeling lost

trying to find my way.

for another day

sandy

Just over night

something switches

in my brain

one day i'm up

as high as a kite

then it comes over me

like a tidlewave

and drenches me

with pain

so here you are again

dark and cold

the one no-one knows

don't know if I can cope

not sure where to go

and then the sunshines in tomorrow

and i no longer feel sorrow

for another day

Winter

The Wizard of Rock Tree

http://www.righteo.com/rocktree/wizard3.jpg

Winter wonders

on the air,

crystal blanket

everywhere.

Stars ignite

a frozen sky,

as whisps of fog

go blowing by.

Magic feeling,

winter's hand,

touched the night

across the land.

Piece of Dream

The Wizard of Rock Tree

http://www.righteo.com/rocktree/wizard3.jpg

Like a whisper in the darkness,

a faint scent on a breeze.

It eludes your earthly senses,

as it drifts among the trees.

A whisp of fog, tho it may seem,

to those not in the know,

Embued with life,

a piece of dream,

Escapes

and wants to grow.

With new found will,

it rides the wind,

and travels ever free,

returning sometimes,

to it's source,

to renew it's energy.

The Eagle

The Wizard of Rock Tree

http://www.righteo.com/rocktree/wizard3.jpg

Just soaring there

on outstretched wings,

he rides the air

while nature sings.

so majestic,

conscious clear,

the perfect form,

so far so near.

With eagle's eye,

he comes and goes,

so far he sees,

so much he knows.

And in the end,

where will he be?

He'll ride the wind ,

because he's free!

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