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A Tale of My Sisters

With nimble imploring    
 
Of a tale found quite pretentious,
 
I found:
 
My sisters, my comrades,
 
Obtained skills some found offensive.
 
They roamed the hills of Scotland,
 
Burdened with hope enough for nations,
 
And every time our Mother cried,
 
Witnessed imprudent brutalization.
 
Through lands both waste and riches,
 
Continued on:
 
A solemn pilgrimage;
 
Armed with only incantations,
 
And herbs:
 
A witch's privilege.
 
Morrigan has told my spirit
 
What Brigid tried to say,
 
Men without us are monsters,
 
But their minds are such as clay.
 
That is why we carry on 
 
Our nomadic occupation,
 
Driven from villages as The Dragon dies,
 
Though what we bring's salvation.
 
I've seen my sisters burn on poles,
 
Through lights: Theatre Magic,
 
Everyone was awed indeed,
 
My sisters' fates were tragic.
 
So to ensure insure 
 
'Twas not in vain,
 
I set forth in expedition,
 
To find the valley between the hills,
 
That my sisters' lore has mentioned.

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Psychotic Empire

Fury unleashed
By an Enlightened soul.
Future unfolded,
But she's not a fool.
Twilight has come,
And the passage is true:
What comes with the day,
In the night remains too.
She prays 'tis a dream;
She hopes to soon wake.
If not to be so,
May her dawn never break.
Screaming and pleading,
Her most humblest desires;
Her mind being built,
A Psychotic Empire!

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Mr. Religion

Mr. Religion, can you tell me why you run?
 
If your faith is so damn solid,
 
And your morals so pristine,
 
Then why, oh why,
 
Is this empty book your Master,
 
And you its ever-trusting Slave?
 
Wouldn't your morals tell you, Mr. Religion,
 
That such hatred isn't right?
 
You and your delusions
 
Have shown me how to feel this way,
 
Have shown me how to trust in knowing,
 
That you are oh so very wrong.
 
Attempt to chill the Hinterland fever,
 
That thrives outside your church.
 
Preach to we witches of fire
 
While you throw stones from your perch.
 
Mr. Religion, are you afraid of Magick?

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Nature's Poetess

As I chant my sisters' creed,
And forge my talisman,
I remember violent lullabies
That I still can't understand.
I say if these wilds could be controlled,
With wants to habilitate,
Than why on Earth would fractured souls
Still thrive to fornicate?
So here I am,
My guise be true,
Thy young sorceress,
Controlled by wilds of casting spells,
And sensual naughtiness!
I bled for them,
I chased the sun,
Now I've tied my tourniquet.
Everything that once was blue,
Is now raging violet!
The Garden's dark,
The moon is full,
I dance while I undress;
In this place, this dance, this time,
I am Nature's poetess,
As if somehow,
Back long ago,
With boundaries overstepped,
I led a life,
Oh hearts do Scream!
I lived a life unwept!

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Acception

Is it okay if I ask you one more time?
 
Is it just my senses,
 
Or are we falling?
 
Insanity is not just a state of mind,
 
It's a sense of being,
 
And my melted strings handle it well.
 
Love is a metaphor for acception;
 
Accept things for what they are,
 
And you may feel the mordant power 
 
Of the Maiden in Her virgin spring,
 
For She loves madly!
 
Saddle the beast of Hope.
 
Does he throw you to the hot, red dirt?
 
Does he kill you?
 
He has killed me more than once.
 
Acrid sensuality has no place in this doughty soul!
 
I am not a fool to love insomuch as the daisy loves her needed sun,
 
But again,
 
I only fool myself,
 
For it is I and I alone
 
Who has learned to accept even the most unacceptable.

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Our God Reigns

(The church board sings)
 
But who are you people to call a god your own?
 
Us, with our human misery,
 
Are as noticed as air to our masters, the Stars;
 
We are but mere puppets to the great Eminence,
 
We are haunting silhouettes
 
Dancing across a dull and dreary set,
 
Only to be reminded at our demise
 
That we are casualties of a dismal race,
 
Where never a Divine Creature is born.
 
The sun does not rise for us,
 
Nor the moon,
They spin their cycles in spite of us,
 
Adding rather pleasantly,
 
To the chaos which is Earth.
 
Without them we would die,
 
But because they'll never relent,
 
We Live!
 
I've dreamed of another Earth,
 
A much more glorious place,
 
With a dieing purple sun,
 
And no but my outcast soul
 
To admire Her.
 
I long to escape to this place,
 
But alas, as has been told,
 
It is only in one's dreams that man will ever have such freedom...

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Humanity

Atop Her crystalline mountain
 
 of Superficial Tranquility,
 
Humanity swoons there Crying,
 
And Her tears slide in Anguish
 
 over the cliffs,
 
Turning into snowflakes on their
 
Graceful decent,
 
 Delicate and Mysterious,
 
Until in one final Act of Betrayal,
 
The wind that carried them
 
 so Gently from the rocks edge,
 
Hurls them with Brutal Carelessness,
 
To shatter as all Beauty does,
 
 into nothing but Glitter on the Dust 
 
 that shall one day consume us all,
 
Just as it now slowly Consumes This Queen,
 
And what will our race have then to Blame,
 
 for its Thoughtlessness,
 
As we eat our young,
 
And lick the Wounds of our Master!
 
    there has Never been a man so Insolent
 
    as he who Believes he is not part of Her Suffering!

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Another Writer

When everything is spriralling,
And all the birds stop what they sing,
And mountains fall as if slumbering,
I remember comforts from the sweet of spring.

And the air it clings like a parasite,
What's done wrong can't be made right,
I guess I will have lost this fight,
Even in death I won't forget this night.

So we carry on and die et cetera,
One can't escape the phantasmagoria,
When all the filth begins to bubble up,
Sway with the sounds of their bodies breaking up!

Oh the possibilities are limitless,
The pain comes and goes so effortless,
Still lying on the floor hardening,
Motionless,
There's no more fear,
The nothing's merciless.

Then suddenly everything gets brighter,
And all the shadows become lighter,
My chest starts pulling all the tighter,
Thought,
Here is gone,
Another writer.

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Forget Her Not

Sinister impossibilities follow in the dark,
    Whispering,
But she's not scared,
    The voices have a heart.
Voices and whispers collide in the night,
Enchanted beings erupt into flight!
    Two-lips folded against each other,
        Petals in the wind,
Look just once to find a lover,
But search forever for a friend;
    Hoping for a hurricane 
    To blow each plague off course...
Tears and whispers colliding,
Just can't tell which ones are worse.
    Rip the heart,
        Jagged,
            Lightening hot!
Bullets like hail,
    And forget-me-nots.

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Errant Firefly

If I ate chocolate naked 
 
While lounging on red satin sheets
 
Beneath the light of a pale autumn moon
 
Amidst a Smokey glaze of heavily perfumed incense
 
With no else to admire the sight,
 
Would you then pay attention to me?
 
 
If I cursed you
 
Taking myself into a burning house
 
That had no windows and only one door
 
Out in the middle of the desert
 
Miles away from nowhere
 
With no else in the world to be frightened for me,
 
Would you then rescue me from myself?
 
 
What will it take to bring you back?
 
My husband, my lover, my torture,
 
How long will it take for you to realize
 
That I am dieing?
 
Dieing to be touched, to be loved,
 
Dieing for compassion, for some passion,
 
This girl you fell in love with
 
Is going to fade away
 
Unless you stop this petty selfishness,
 
And save Her!...
 
 
I am an errant firefly
 
That some child has caught,
 
And locked in a jar.
 
If this lid doesn't come off,
 
I will be dead by morning.