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."
I see you
At me with those plastic
And glass Eyes.
With a look
In them that I have seen
Many times before.
I know what is going
You know nothing--
YOU are the creature
YOU are the worms
YOU are the tornadoes
But you think you know me.
You think I beg
There is this Passion.
But you don't know.
So I allow you to
"I understand." You say,
And I smirk at you
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
The breeze of peace spirits canals
In her arms I will linger for a time
Written 3-28-97, outside Venice, Italy
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.
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!
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"
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 don't want to feel this anymore
i tried to work through it all
all these years i looked for an escape
but you are somewhere else
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
Let me go
Let me go to smell the bitter snow glistening on the mountains
I have felt the wind at my back--