Witches Rede
Traditional, Author Unknown
Bide the Wiccan Laws we must,
In perfect love and perfect trust.
Live ye must and let to live,
Fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the circle thrice about,
To keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the spell well every time,
Let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch,
Speak ye little, listen much.
Honor the Old Ones in deed and name,
Let love and light be our guides again.

Deosil go by the waxing moon,
Chanting out the joyful tune.
Widdershins go by the waning moon,
Chanting out the baneful rune.
When the Lady's moon is new,
Kiss the hand to Her, times two.
When the moon rides at Her peak,
Then your heart's desire seek.

Heed the North wind's mighty gale,
Lock the door and drop the sail.
When the wind blows from the East,
Expect the new and set the feast.
When the wind comes from the South,
Love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind whispers from the West,
All hearts will find peace and rest.

Nine woods in the Cauldron go,
Burn them fast and burn them slow.
Birch into the fire goes,
To represent what the Lady knows.
Oak in the forest towers with might,
In the fire, brings the gods in sight.
Rowan is a tree of power,
Causing life and magic to flower.
Willows at the waterside stand,
Ready to help us to the Summerland.
Hawthorn is burned to purify,
And to draw faerie to your eye.
Hazel, the tree of wisdom and learning,
Adds its strength to the bright fire
White are the flowers of Apple tree,
That brings us fruits and fertility.

Grapes which grow upon the vine,
Give to us both joy and wine.
Fir does mark the evergreen,
To represent immortality seen.
Elder is the Lady's tree,
Burn it not or cursed be.

Four times the Major Sabbats mark,
In the light and in the dark.
As the old year starts to wane,
The new begins, it's now Samhain.
When the time for Imbolg shows,
Watch for flowers through the snows.
When the wheel turns to Lammas night,
Power is brought to magic rite.

Four times the Minor Sabbats fall,
Use the Sun to mark them all.
When the wheel has turned to Yule,
Light the log - the Horned One rules.
In the spring, night equals day,
Time for Ostara to come our way.
When the Sun has reached it's height,
Time for Oak and Holly to fight.
Harvesting comes to one and all,
When the Autumnal Equinox falls.

Heed ye flower, bush, and tree,
By the Lady, blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go,
Cast a stone, and truth you'll know.
When thou hath and hold a need,
Hearken not to others' greed.
With a fool, no season spend,
Lest ye be counted as their friend.
Mind the Three-fold Law you should,
Three times harm and three times good.
When misfortune is enow,
Wear the blue star on thy brow.
True in love must thou be,
Lest thy love prove false to thee.
Eight words the Witches' Rede fulfill,
"If it harm none, do what thou will."

First Published by Lady Gwen in The Green Egg
This version arranged by Bruce Jamieson
Edited by Andrew J. Campbell
Further Edited by Kenji Bohlin

You Think by Alphea Jones
I see you
At me with those plastic
And glass Eyes.
One red.
One Blue.
With a look
In them that I have seen
Many times before.

I know what is going
That pea-sized brain of yours.
You think you know me.

You know nothing--
Least of all me.
But I know you

YOU are the creature
That crawls
By my shoes--
Grouping together--
Avoiding the mere
Thought of being

YOU are the worms
That slither in the rain--
Which is my tears--
Relishing in every moment
Of my Misery;
Smiling with each sob.

YOU are the tornadoes
That appear
Out of nowhere,
Out of Nothing,
That destroys
The Black Roses
That have just bloomed.

But you think you know me.
You think I'm an open book;
Exposing every Pain.
Every Hate.
Every Fear.

You think I beg
To be noticed,
To be Loved.
Yet, I don't want you.
I want
NOTHING you have to offer!

There is this Passion.
This Anger.
This Fear.
This Hate.
And this Love
That intertwines
To make me.

But you don't know.
You think
There is not.

So I allow you to
To smile--
A vaseline smile;
As the snakes slither at your feet,
And your hideous voice
Voices the
2 things
That is a lie:

"I understand." You say,
As your withered
Hand that has no muscle,
No bones,
Pats my callused hand

And I smirk at you
As my soul
For I know you have no clue,
I know you don't understand.
You just think you do.


Long H.P. Lovecraft quote drawing
H.P. Lovecraft, Call of Cthulu | Artwork by Kirch Clausen

Venice by Kenji Bohlin
Today, I am in love with a Queen.
I danced in her heart,
Swam in her veins.
I have succumbed to her charms;
I sleep in her arms.
She is peace.
She is tranquility.
She is solace for the soul and blameless
She is Queen.

Children play careless in her streets
And sleep soundly under her breast.
Life is in her beat
And with her heart flows rest.

The breeze of peace spirits canals
Where gondolas play.
Milling masses thrive through walls of store
Where Temperance prays.
Music melts through piazza squares
In the light of day.
And here, in this pedestral city,
Always could I stay.

In her arms I will linger for a time
And wish it forever.
Cradled 'gainst her unlimited love
Peaceful I lie.
In her heart,
Peaceful I could die.
She is bela.
She is magic.
She is diplomatic tragic.
She is calm.
She's a dream.
She is Queen.

Written 3-28-97, outside Venice, Italy

Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold
The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant north sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
- 1867

kick out the gloom
kick out the blues
tear out the pages with all the bad news
pull down the mirrors and pull down the walls
tear up the stairs and tear up the floors
oh just burn down the house!
burn down the street!
turn everything red and the beat is complete
with the sound of your world
going up in a fire
it's a perfect day to throw back your head
and kiss it all goodbye

- The Cure, "Doing the Unstuck"

Anymore by John Schlickenmaier
i sit alone
you are somewhere else
i don't regret much in life
but i regret hurting you

i'm running through a forest
i'm running away from myself
and now i'm falling through the sky
i'm falling away from you

i don't want to feel this anymore
no more tears to be cried
no more love to be lost
no more life to live

i tried to work through it all
but people just push me away
people just push me away
i just push myself away

all these years i looked for an escape
but my escape was really condemnation
putting a nail in my coffin
putting a bullet in my head

but you are somewhere else
i don't regret much in life
but regret ever hurting you
and now i die alone.

Nature Rebels Again by Terri Dann
Breath of wind to blow me away
Give me wings of fiery opalescence jutting out
So I may fight the wind in an azure sky--
Plummeting, swirling in a drastic dance
Coming as close to heaven as one can come
Without burning off our dreams' comet tails. . .

Let me go

Let me go to join the ones that fly solitary overhead
To soar above bamboo rods and tadpole eyes to the
Conjunction of the moon and the sea;
To feel the rumble of thunder in my spine before
Red rain comes plashing into my opened mouth;
To taste the crackle of lightning before it cracks
The half of the heavens

Let me go

Let me go to smell the bitter snow glistening on the mountains
And see into the depths of the rock's heart
Where the air is green-gray damp and sightless fish float;
Where salamanders squirm in fissures,
Soaking in the moisture from spring rains
Which was collected in metal-rock palms.

I have felt the wind at my back--
Seen the freedom in danger and the lust for life in an ant's eyes
I have the faith of one greater than I
So I am prepared . . .
Asking nothing more than Love me and let me go.