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.
mortify
ever shaded in purple
such is life the spice of it
snuff out the tales that make no sense
or erect a statue to them
sacrificing everything to it
give your blood and sweat
until it has a voice
louder than your ability to silence it
mortification your honor slipped
and you already have a slippery tongue
secrets of your carnal worship
wrapped up with the whitewashed tale you've been told
all to distract people from the truth
powerful knowledge is forgotten
and your lies have risen as giants
still...
such is life the spice of it
snuff out the tales that make no sense
or erect a statue to them
sacrificing everything to it
give your blood and sweat
until it has a voice
louder than your ability to silence it
mortification your honor slipped
and you already have a slippery tongue
secrets of your carnal worship
wrapped up with the whitewashed tale you've been told
all to distract people from the truth
powerful knowledge is forgotten
and your lies have risen as giants
still...
#magic
#morality
#pagan
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The Day Of Reckoning (COTS)
To know the mark of the beast, look upon they embedded of thy kissed face
Weaken mentalities to deal with the channeling of self, yet a two legged entity walking among thy human race
Royalty has pressed upon the lip's civilizations taste
Rage festering from the fountains of a forgotten livid youth
The is the eighth eclipsed of the soul denounced living in the darkness of denied truth
Reliving moments of stolen time from a descend into chaos formed its own new rebirth
Until...
Weaken mentalities to deal with the channeling of self, yet a two legged entity walking among thy human race
Royalty has pressed upon the lip's civilizations taste
Rage festering from the fountains of a forgotten livid youth
The is the eighth eclipsed of the soul denounced living in the darkness of denied truth
Reliving moments of stolen time from a descend into chaos formed its own new rebirth
Until...
#faith
#pagan
#philosophical
#religion
#spiritual
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Mother Mag
There once lived a woman in an opulent estate
No amount of wealth could spare her this fate
Her name was Mag, who bore a beautiful daughter
Nothing could prepare them for the unsightly slaughter
For she was a witch, and with such practices forbidden
Nothing but burning could see her forgiven
The daughter, blameless, Mag’s spawn nonetheless
I can still see the way the flames danced up her dress
Then, after church, the mayor returned to the pyre ...
No amount of wealth could spare her this fate
Her name was Mag, who bore a beautiful daughter
Nothing could prepare them for the unsightly slaughter
For she was a witch, and with such practices forbidden
Nothing but burning could see her forgiven
The daughter, blameless, Mag’s spawn nonetheless
I can still see the way the flames danced up her dress
Then, after church, the mayor returned to the pyre ...
#ghosts
#murder
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
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Draugr
Held tight by midnight's grip
Rotted flesh packs long ships
Coming from where frost bites
Storied bones lost to light
Yggdrasil’s root to Hel’s dark gate
Bound by wyrd, the Norns' cruel fate
Runes adorn the burial stone
Heralding a trove of restless bones
Tattered banners and olden grounds
What lurks beneath the mounds?
Empty eyes devoid of Niflheim’s mist
Jormungandr's venom kissed
Desecrate Asgard's hallowed halls
Death of worlds the gods...
Rotted flesh packs long ships
Coming from where frost bites
Storied bones lost to light
Yggdrasil’s root to Hel’s dark gate
Bound by wyrd, the Norns' cruel fate
Runes adorn the burial stone
Heralding a trove of restless bones
Tattered banners and olden grounds
What lurks beneath the mounds?
Empty eyes devoid of Niflheim’s mist
Jormungandr's venom kissed
Desecrate Asgard's hallowed halls
Death of worlds the gods...
#curse
#magic
#mythology
#narrative
#pagan
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the pagan way
I'm entering the place of neither here no there
a purgatory of sorts
manifesting my feelings through song
a very personal music heard on the winds
and picked up by muses
they say what I can not
with an aggressive stance, express my bottled up emotions
it is a transference of energies
spoken in a language only for the chosen few
witches of powerful occult magic cast for me
while I spell on the wind
warlocks of renown see I am properly warded
grandfather time comes in he is aware
I have chosen the pagan way
...
a purgatory of sorts
manifesting my feelings through song
a very personal music heard on the winds
and picked up by muses
they say what I can not
with an aggressive stance, express my bottled up emotions
it is a transference of energies
spoken in a language only for the chosen few
witches of powerful occult magic cast for me
while I spell on the wind
warlocks of renown see I am properly warded
grandfather time comes in he is aware
I have chosen the pagan way
...
#pagan
#witches
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HIDDEN PARADISE BEACH (4th draft) (5-1-1989; remote beach, just North of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico)
hi sea
water love
comes right up greeting me
wave face
in all it s sparkling
blue green purity
curves and pitches
like a thick wet whale tongue s
liquid glass song s
subtle fluid inner whispering s
tingling effervescent
glistening bursting bubble s
healing pranic touch
as it with each sudden
shoreline racing
shallow water sweeping
rhythmically recurrent surge
comes right up
to x citedly greet me
with it s powerful friendly
whumph
as it rushes up around me
soaking sand fizzingly...
water love
comes right up greeting me
wave face
in all it s sparkling
blue green purity
curves and pitches
like a thick wet whale tongue s
liquid glass song s
subtle fluid inner whispering s
tingling effervescent
glistening bursting bubble s
healing pranic touch
as it with each sudden
shoreline racing
shallow water sweeping
rhythmically recurrent surge
comes right up
to x citedly greet me
with it s powerful friendly
whumph
as it rushes up around me
soaking sand fizzingly...
#beach
#nature
#pagan
#sea
#spiritual
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the pagan way
I'm entering the place of neither here no there
a pugatory of sorts
manifesting my feelings through song
a very personal music heard on the winds
and picked up by muses
they say what I can not
with an aggressive stance, express my bottled up emotions
it is a transference of energies
spoken in a language only for the chosen few
witches of powerful occult magic cast for me
while I spell on the wind
warlocks of renown see I am properly warded
grandfather time comes in he is aware
I have chosen the pagan way
...
a pugatory of sorts
manifesting my feelings through song
a very personal music heard on the winds
and picked up by muses
they say what I can not
with an aggressive stance, express my bottled up emotions
it is a transference of energies
spoken in a language only for the chosen few
witches of powerful occult magic cast for me
while I spell on the wind
warlocks of renown see I am properly warded
grandfather time comes in he is aware
I have chosen the pagan way
...
#magic
#pagan
#witches
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An Unknown Land
Far away
Windblown, beyond the unknown
A pale autumn moon
Glows onto the ruins
Etched in stone
An unknown hand
Long forgotten
In the distant future
Eternal flame to the next of kin
Windblown, beyond the unknown
A pale autumn moon
Glows onto the ruins
Etched in stone
An unknown hand
Long forgotten
In the distant future
Eternal flame to the next of kin
#nature
#pagan
#spiritual
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It's Dark. Look at it.
Is this the hill I wish to die on?
Is this the word I should repeat?
I’m still awake to your suggestion,
But some summits are hard to beat.
Can you see this land, be open to the words once spoken aloud?
It’s dark. Look at it.
Just how late it is, is hard to tell,
I’m advancing my retreat,
I’m looking for enchantment here,
In the freedom of the peace.
Walk the shrinking forest, sharing whispers where once there were shouts.
It’s dark. Look at it.
I’m not the first to stumble here,
Or wake up to the wind,...
Is this the word I should repeat?
I’m still awake to your suggestion,
But some summits are hard to beat.
Can you see this land, be open to the words once spoken aloud?
It’s dark. Look at it.
Just how late it is, is hard to tell,
I’m advancing my retreat,
I’m looking for enchantment here,
In the freedom of the peace.
Walk the shrinking forest, sharing whispers where once there were shouts.
It’s dark. Look at it.
I’m not the first to stumble here,
Or wake up to the wind,...
#LifeStruggles
#MyInspiration
#pagan #spiritual
#pagan #spiritual
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hade rising
rougher coke whore
I am berserker law
I am berserker law
#pagan
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Beneath the Weight of Shadows
In the night so cold and hollow,
Where her heart now aches and moans,
She escaped, but cannot follow
Joy, for sorrow chills her bones.
A soldier’s touch, a desperate plea,
For freedom's breath, a heavy cost,
His eyes of steel, his grip on she,
In that moment, innocence lost.
Hallelujah, but it haunts her,
In the darkness, in her dreams,
Traded soul for fleeting safety,
Now torn apart by silent screams.
She ran from fire, smoke, and death,
Left behind a world in flames,
Each breath she took, a stolen...
Where her heart now aches and moans,
She escaped, but cannot follow
Joy, for sorrow chills her bones.
A soldier’s touch, a desperate plea,
For freedom's breath, a heavy cost,
His eyes of steel, his grip on she,
In that moment, innocence lost.
Hallelujah, but it haunts her,
In the darkness, in her dreams,
Traded soul for fleeting safety,
Now torn apart by silent screams.
She ran from fire, smoke, and death,
Left behind a world in flames,
Each breath she took, a stolen...
#FeelingLost
#pagan
#shame #tragedy
#shame #tragedy
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Our Future Baby … ( Box Heads )
Yeah
I’m back with those guys
Did I ever leave ?
But now there’re weirder than ever
Reflecting modern times
Soon they will control you and me
Once AI gets a hold of them
Scary thought
Embrace them now while they are friends
Feed them love
That’s their only need
A hand job maybe on their birthday
Intimacy is not necessarily their calling
Yet we keep coming back to them
I do anyway
Their creator and mentor
Box Heads
Sexy in a dystopian kind of way
Everything is sex
Xo
Baby
I’m back with those guys
Did I ever leave ?
But now there’re weirder than ever
Reflecting modern times
Soon they will control you and me
Once AI gets a hold of them
Scary thought
Embrace them now while they are friends
Feed them love
That’s their only need
A hand job maybe on their birthday
Intimacy is not necessarily their calling
Yet we keep coming back to them
I do anyway
Their creator and mentor
Box Heads
Sexy in a dystopian kind of way
Everything is sex
Xo
Baby
#art
#LifeAsAWriter
#love
#pagan
#StreamOfConsciousness
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