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Off all bonfires the fire
After the celebration around the bonfires
the witches usually disperse
taking with them the energy and magic
they have gathered during the ritual.
The flames begin to die down
and the heat from the fire fades into a soft glow.
The witches, still shrouded in a cloak
of mystery and power, begin to bid each other farewell.
Some may exchange words of wisdom
or small incantations for protection and good fortune.
As the night progresses
each witch makes her way
perhaps to a nearby grove or to her hidden home. ...
the witches usually disperse
taking with them the energy and magic
they have gathered during the ritual.
The flames begin to die down
and the heat from the fire fades into a soft glow.
The witches, still shrouded in a cloak
of mystery and power, begin to bid each other farewell.
Some may exchange words of wisdom
or small incantations for protection and good fortune.
As the night progresses
each witch makes her way
perhaps to a nearby grove or to her hidden home. ...
#Halloween
#magic
#pagan
#tradition
#utopia
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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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Mother Mag
There once lived a woman
In an opulent estate
No amount of wealth
Could spare her this fate
Her name was Mag
She bore a beautiful daughter
Nothing could prepare them
For this unsightly slaughter
They spent their young lives
Creating potions and powders
The alchemical machines could
Not have been any louder
Healers by trade and
Mystics by night
I can still see the way their brooms
Rose with the night
For they were...
In an opulent estate
No amount of wealth
Could spare her this fate
Her name was Mag
She bore a beautiful daughter
Nothing could prepare them
For this unsightly slaughter
They spent their young lives
Creating potions and powders
The alchemical machines could
Not have been any louder
Healers by trade and
Mystics by night
I can still see the way their brooms
Rose with the night
For they were...
#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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4 Comments
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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6 Comments
hade rising
rougher coke whore
I am berserker law
I am berserker law
#pagan
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2 Comments
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
211 reads
30 Comments
Creole werewolf
Dat wind feel good tonight.
Sitting by a lake in the moonlight.
Enjoying all in sight.
Sssspp, yeah deep hit.
Moments like dis regain your wit.
Little thinking and roll Dat good shit.
Creole werewolf or stray dog.
I am what I am see through the fog.
Just keep burning that Olde tree log.
Sitting by a lake in the moonlight.
Enjoying all in sight.
Sssspp, yeah deep hit.
Moments like dis regain your wit.
Little thinking and roll Dat good shit.
Creole werewolf or stray dog.
I am what I am see through the fog.
Just keep burning that Olde tree log.
#happiness
#magic
#marijuana #pagan
#marijuana #pagan
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The Thrill of Art and Vision
Cardboard
Got a number 5
All it needs is original art
A box head or 2
Minimalistic
Just enough for a laugh
Bukowski might give a nod
Drink a few beers
Tease the art world
When I stopped trying to sell paintings
Relevance spun a tale of glory
Me
Myself
Artist
Finally made it
No deposit
No return
Free at last …
Got a number 5
All it needs is original art
A box head or 2
Minimalistic
Just enough for a laugh
Bukowski might give a nod
Drink a few beers
Tease the art world
When I stopped trying to sell paintings
Relevance spun a tale of glory
Me
Myself
Artist
Finally made it
No deposit
No return
Free at last …
#art
#freedom
#FreeVerse
#pagan
#StreamOfConsciousness
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