Pagan Poems
#pagan
Paganism was an ancient pre-Christian faith influenced by the natural world. There are a number of contemporary spiritual beliefs based on similar ideas. Modern Paganism is a diverse community, encompassing different religious movements, with core themes of ecology, magic and ritual. Pagan poems includes poetry about the spiritual ideas of Wicca, also known as Pagan Witchcraft.
lively death
out of place
without words.
to breathe deep,
can feel like death
the cold, slowly rising
the sensation of chills upon thy neck.
seeded
engraved in a tarnished inferno
only to awaken through the phases of the moon
once were dirty nails,
now delivering traces of shimmered hues of maroon.
leaving behind water stained fabrics,
uneaten pleasures,
scattered notes of clouded thoughts
soon would be buried as unwanted treasures,
hiding the secrets of all the ways one can survive, ...
without words.
to breathe deep,
can feel like death
the cold, slowly rising
the sensation of chills upon thy neck.
seeded
engraved in a tarnished inferno
only to awaken through the phases of the moon
once were dirty nails,
now delivering traces of shimmered hues of maroon.
leaving behind water stained fabrics,
uneaten pleasures,
scattered notes of clouded thoughts
soon would be buried as unwanted treasures,
hiding the secrets of all the ways one can survive, ...
#love
#vampires
#pagan
#magic
#witches
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Bound 4 My Pleasure

#BDSM
#pagan
#manipulation #seductive
#manipulation #seductive
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......A Sensual Elegy (Can I Cum Inside?)

#love
#lust
#fire #pagan
#fire #pagan
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Truth
(Truth)
Imagine a time when men
seek death and not find it
Terrible will be the
days of those who choose
to love this existence
Then there will be Silence
in heaven for half an hour
The breathtaking silence of innumerable angels.
All the saints in heaven
will not speak
(Paganism below)
Praise the ones who promote hypocrisy
Too many pied pipers each
vying for their own gain
Send your minions
to your bidding
Bang your drums below for midsummer, rejoice
for the pagan land ...
Imagine a time when men
seek death and not find it
Terrible will be the
days of those who choose
to love this existence
Then there will be Silence
in heaven for half an hour
The breathtaking silence of innumerable angels.
All the saints in heaven
will not speak
(Paganism below)
Praise the ones who promote hypocrisy
Too many pied pipers each
vying for their own gain
Send your minions
to your bidding
Bang your drums below for midsummer, rejoice
for the pagan land ...
#evil
#God
#pagan
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Beginning and End and Beginning Again
My life is a long time to me,
But short to the whole world,
An individual, but not isolated from what I see,
A part of this infinite world,
The cycle that keeps on turning,
The linear, cyclical, path of time,
I am born to die, and I die to be born and living,
I guess I may be in my prime,
But still, anything at the right moment can kill me,
For I am but a fragile human being,
Given the ability to plan ways to extend my life,
No matter how trapped, or how freeing
Is this long, but short life.
I will be missed by those who's lives...
But short to the whole world,
An individual, but not isolated from what I see,
A part of this infinite world,
The cycle that keeps on turning,
The linear, cyclical, path of time,
I am born to die, and I die to be born and living,
I guess I may be in my prime,
But still, anything at the right moment can kill me,
For I am but a fragile human being,
Given the ability to plan ways to extend my life,
No matter how trapped, or how freeing
Is this long, but short life.
I will be missed by those who's lives...
#death
#universe
#rebirth
#pagan
#philosophical
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Radio Silence
The silence of the
voices is coming
Stamping out all truth
and morality
Old gods are coming
back to the land
When the world has
driven out it's conscious
To be replaced with do
as thou wilt
From yesterday they come
Here, on earth they dwell
Pagan is the land,
giving up it's own
righteous hand
Astaroth is spreading
Her will is hers to wield
She brings her moral decay
offering sexual perversion
In some lands she's Diana
In some she's Aphrodite
She is the...
voices is coming
Stamping out all truth
and morality
Old gods are coming
back to the land
When the world has
driven out it's conscious
To be replaced with do
as thou wilt
From yesterday they come
Here, on earth they dwell
Pagan is the land,
giving up it's own
righteous hand
Astaroth is spreading
Her will is hers to wield
She brings her moral decay
offering sexual perversion
In some lands she's Diana
In some she's Aphrodite
She is the...
#evil
#silence
#pagan #morality
#pagan #morality
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Evil Brew
Laughter lost in time
through darkness till the end
I wish I had a penny for every
lie I hear
From cauldrons deep with
buttercup, holly leaves and gypsyflower, they stir a spell
Stygian witches all fools
to a reality
Strike a match and burn
their evil brew
Ride that carousel of delusions
change with every wind
Proclaim yourself a holy one
Buy a book from Amazon,
read it in a graveyard
Draw your circle,
don't forget the salt
Light your candles my dear
That shit...
through darkness till the end
I wish I had a penny for every
lie I hear
From cauldrons deep with
buttercup, holly leaves and gypsyflower, they stir a spell
Stygian witches all fools
to a reality
Strike a match and burn
their evil brew
Ride that carousel of delusions
change with every wind
Proclaim yourself a holy one
Buy a book from Amazon,
read it in a graveyard
Draw your circle,
don't forget the salt
Light your candles my dear
That shit...
#evil
#pagan
#witches
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Pagan Carol
poem for December 21st
The shortest day is now upon
the children of the Yule Sabbat.
We close our doors early thereon
much like the darkness-tempered bat.
The tissue's at its thinnest now,
the Holly King peers through.
Observe and see the old man bow
before the Wild Hunt and yew.
A Saturnalia becomes
the forest and the little street.
A clinking of spirits and rums,
a rustling of leaves like feet.
The spires of Valhalla stand
in England's paved and bricktop land.
The shortest day is now upon
the children of the Yule Sabbat.
We close our doors early thereon
much like the darkness-tempered bat.
The tissue's at its thinnest now,
the Holly King peers through.
Observe and see the old man bow
before the Wild Hunt and yew.
A Saturnalia becomes
the forest and the little street.
A clinking of spirits and rums,
a rustling of leaves like feet.
The spires of Valhalla stand
in England's paved and bricktop land.
#winter
#religion
#pagan #magic
#pagan #magic
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Mad Princess
There once was a princess named Chloe,
Whom everybody thought was quite mad.
But, only because no one understood her,
And most people treated her rather bad...
They said she had a darkness inside her,
One that was growing stronger with time.
Only she could hear the old ones whisper,
And behold their insane visions sublime!
Great were the old ones that I speak of...
And Sybil is their prophetess who knows,
That there are ancient things dwelling above,
And even more ancient things down below.
One day Chloe chanced to meet a prince, ...
Whom everybody thought was quite mad.
But, only because no one understood her,
And most people treated her rather bad...
They said she had a darkness inside her,
One that was growing stronger with time.
Only she could hear the old ones whisper,
And behold their insane visions sublime!
Great were the old ones that I speak of...
And Sybil is their prophetess who knows,
That there are ancient things dwelling above,
And even more ancient things down below.
One day Chloe chanced to meet a prince, ...
#dark
#secrets
#pagan
#magic
#witches
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Magical Day
Better than any holiday, the day I had today!
I want to sing it from the mountains, so the words will stay,
In my heart forever more, until next we play.
Then I will sing this song again, in this same joyous way.
Kara, you have inspired me, and to your path I sway!
For today was a magical day. A truly magical day.
Today was such a truly magical day!
Kara and I, got to have fun and play.
I wore my prettiest dress and smiled,
He told me I was the world's prettiest child.
Kara's the nicest man I've ever known,
With no end of kindness...
I want to sing it from the mountains, so the words will stay,
In my heart forever more, until next we play.
Then I will sing this song again, in this same joyous way.
Kara, you have inspired me, and to your path I sway!
For today was a magical day. A truly magical day.
Today was such a truly magical day!
Kara and I, got to have fun and play.
I wore my prettiest dress and smiled,
He told me I was the world's prettiest child.
Kara's the nicest man I've ever known,
With no end of kindness...
#happiness
#inspirational
#music
#pagan
#magic
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The Sword of Mordred: Part II
- The Sword of Mordred: Part II -
Deep were the paths that had led me beneath the great mountain of Yr Wyddfa, in the pleasant land of Gwynedd. My journey across Wales, after having departed Camelot upon a most personal quest, so led me at last here. Something called to me from this place, and had probably been what drove me to set off upon this expedition to begin with. I had thought at first that my quest had been of my own volition, but as I stood now in the place wherein I beheld the unearthly sight before me... I realized that some power was at work which wished to make...
Deep were the paths that had led me beneath the great mountain of Yr Wyddfa, in the pleasant land of Gwynedd. My journey across Wales, after having departed Camelot upon a most personal quest, so led me at last here. Something called to me from this place, and had probably been what drove me to set off upon this expedition to begin with. I had thought at first that my quest had been of my own volition, but as I stood now in the place wherein I beheld the unearthly sight before me... I realized that some power was at work which wished to make...
#family
#death
#memories
#pagan
#magic
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The Sword of Mordred: Part I
- The Sword of Mordred: Part I -
A winding and perilous course took me forth from Camelot, in the days when Arthur was the king of all the folk of what today is called Britain. There were goodly reasons for my setting forth, and of that journey which I undertook, and why it was I undertook it, there were dark undercurrents to all that had transpired... beneath which, some measure of light was at work, though at the time I knew it not. A big gray steed carried me, a steed with a night black saddle. I refused the offer of a chariot, for those were costly, and then I would need to...
A winding and perilous course took me forth from Camelot, in the days when Arthur was the king of all the folk of what today is called Britain. There were goodly reasons for my setting forth, and of that journey which I undertook, and why it was I undertook it, there were dark undercurrents to all that had transpired... beneath which, some measure of light was at work, though at the time I knew it not. A big gray steed carried me, a steed with a night black saddle. I refused the offer of a chariot, for those were costly, and then I would need to...
#dark
#family
#memories
#pagan
#magic
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