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Post by blackwolf on May 19, 2007 9:17:55 GMT -5
A Many Branched Tree of Poems, continually growing...By all means, let me know, what you feel, or think...Enter the Tree...
First, We Must Seal The Space...Since I know, everyone who comes here, will see it as "sacred space", Ye Have Safe Passage Thru...Blessings of the Faery, Upon Thee...
Those Who Are In, Are In, Those Who Are Out Are Out, May Any Who Would Harm Us, Not Know What We Are About, This Place Is Sealed, Let Us Begin...
The Faery Call
A Speell Is Woven, A Web Is Cast,
Into The Future, And Into The Past,
Into The Circle, Come Now Ye All,
We Gather To Answer The Faery Call;
We Danse In A Spiral,
We Tie A Few Knots,
And With A Hive Mind,
We Send a Few Thoughts,
We Raise Up A Vortex,
A Door In Between,
A Wormhole For Moving,
The Seen, And Unseen,
We Speak The Old G'raymmaerr,
The Power Of Word,
And Thru All The Realms,
Our Will, Will Be Heard,
With Blue Light Etheric,
We Write In The Air,
And With Mgieck Intent,
We Do What We Dare,
This Is The Retual,
This Is The Way,
Pentagrams Drawn,
So Elements Play,
This Is Our Mgieck,
This Is Our Crreayafth,
This Is Our Ancient,
And Acceptable Payth,
We Ask No Forgiveness,
We Stand Firm Our Ground,
This Is Our Land,
These Are Our Mounds,
We Are The Ancient,
Here Long Before,
Our Holy Book,
Is Old Faery Lore...
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Post by blackwolf on May 19, 2007 9:55:52 GMT -5
The Faery Tree :
From Black Water To The North,
From The Hyperspace, I Call Ye Forth;
With Yellow Air, White Fire, And Red The Earth,
I Call The Forces, To Give Ye Birth;
Cave Of Roots, Well Of Stars,
Worlds Explored, Near and Far;
Water North?!! 'Tis Misterrreai...
Ah ! I See, 'Tis Just The Faery Tree;
Runic Doors, Portal Gate,
In Otherworld, Yer Never Late,
Part The Veil, And Step Inside,
If Ye Want, Ye Have A Guide;
Stellar Stream, Nether Upsurge,
Care Full Now, Watch That Urge,
As Ye Love, And As Ye Will,
Here All Desire Is Full Filled;
And If The Love, Ye Love, Is Hate,
We Have Friends To Seal Yer Fate;
Yet If The Love, Ye Love, Is True,
We Have Gifts, To Give To You;
To See Us, Greet Us, In Our Tongue,
This Is The Land, Forever Young,
We Play In Waters, We Play In Wood,
We'd Play With You, If We Only Could;
Call Us To You, Or Step On Thru,
Writ Yer Stars, Etheric Blue,
Sing Yer Songs, Chant Yer Chants,
Spiral Round, In Circle Danse !
The Sound Of Iron, To Us, Is Hell,
But Oh ! We Love Those Tinker Bells !
Give Us Yer Word, It Is Yer Bond,
Of The Truth, We Are So Fond;
We're Also Tricksters, How 'Bout You ?
Trickster Be, As Trickster Do,
'Tis The Only Way, For Us To Teach,
We Teach By Example, For We Don't Preach,
Bring Forth The Child, Ye Have Been,
We Will Take You To Meet Our Faery Queen;
There Are Hidden Dimensions,
In Strange Bind Runes,
Sing Us A Song,
We'll Play Ye A Tune,
Three The Worlds,
Eleven Geometries,
This We All Know,
As Our Faery Tree...
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Post by blackwolf on May 19, 2007 10:09:31 GMT -5
The Language Of The Birds :
A Net Of Numbers,
A Web Of Words,
Such Is The Crreayafth's
Language Of Birds;
A Fabric Of Code,
As Space Time Woven,
Two Language Symbol,
Was The Hoof, Cloven;
Feminine And Masculine,
Divine Letter Symbol Wrote,
Do Ye See Our Beyafomth,
Our Androgyne Goat ?
Some Are Goats, Some Are Sheep,
Some Need a Shepherd, To Get To Sleep,
Some Yet Worship, Some Are Gods,
On This Earth, We Share, And Trod;
Writ With Number, And Weave With Words,
Ye Shall Know Our Language Of The Birds...
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Post by blackwolf on May 19, 2007 12:28:15 GMT -5
To All, Who Have Unleashed The Primal One Within, In The Middle Of The Night, Thru The Ages, This Is In Honor Of You...
Thank You, For Having Upheld Her Torch, Of Liberty,And Liberation, For Being The Light Of The World, For Allowing Us, To See The Path...
May We Do The Same, For Those To Follow; Quoth The Raven: Forevermore !!!
Into The Night She Circles:
Into The Night She Circles,
Chanting Her Footsteps Round,
Her Robes So Deep, Black On Black,
Swirling Above The Mound;
A Crescent Moon Upon Her Brow,
A Wand Held In Her Hand,
A Sickle Hanging From Her Sash,
She Is a Guardian Of This Land;
She Is A Spark, Within The Dark,
A Fire In The Mist,
A Glimmer Of Glamour, As Arms Raised Arc,
Spread Wide To Be Moon Kissed;
She Dances Ancient, Time Before,
She Cries The Goddess Wild,
She Is A Mother, Of This Earth,
A Crone, Within A Child;
She Calls, She Drones, In Rise, And Fall,
Voice Echoing Off The Stones,
She Howls, She Screams, Her Mgieck Speell,
In Primal Woman's Tones;
She Is Raven At Midnight,
She Is The Dreamer, And Her Dreams,
She Is Shadow, She Is Light,
She Is More Than All She Seems...
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Post by stormcat on May 19, 2007 12:46:50 GMT -5
Well...this was wonderful, you've throughly impressed this cat. The words become a vision, I can see the poems.>^..^<
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Post by blackwolf on May 19, 2007 16:22:54 GMT -5
Thank Ye, Me Sweet Tigress...May Ye Always Be Well Fed, And Your Path In Nature Free...and, because of your caring words, a poem with a Tigress I wrote before...Freestylie...
In The Chalice Well Of Your Eyes:
In The Chalice Well Of Your Eyes,
I Saw Aeons Past, A Fleeting Glimpse Of A Wisp Like Wraith,
Danseing Among The Stones On A Misty Moor;
Touching Your Palms,
I Was Taken To The Temples, By A Priestess,
Trained In The Artz Of Tantric Love;
Kissing Your Lips,
I Was Enfolded In Flowers, Moist And Succulent,
Perfumed, And Open In Full Bloom;
Holding You Close,
I Was Taken By A Tigress, In Deep Jungle,
Ravaged, And Made Yours,
Marked By Claw And Fang;
Carressing Your Form,
I Was Lost In Ageless Time,
Beyond All Flesh And Desire;
Feeling Your Soul...I Was Yours Forever...
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Post by blackwolf on May 19, 2007 17:23:57 GMT -5
Now For One On The Wild Side...
Me Goth Girl:
Me Goth Girl,
Me Fetish Queen,
Are You a Nightmare,
Or Just a Dream ?
With All The Chaos
You Have Made,
Some Say You Danse
On Razor Blade;
Are You A Cutter,
Do You Bleed ?
Is This Thirst,
A Wanton Need ?
Leather Mistress,
Or Rubber Dolly ?
Strike With Whip,
Or Suck a Lolly ?
With Plaid Skirt,
Ye Strike a Pose,
Pink The Hair,
Torn The Hose,
Pierced The Body,
Care Ye Not,
More The Pain,
To Get Ye Hot,
Ye Love The Dark,
Ye Love The Night,
Ye Love To Give Mundanes A Fright;
Dragon Smoke,
Seductive Smile,
An Invitation To Play Awhile,
Me Goth Girl,
Me Fetish Queen,
Are You A Nightmare,
Or Just a Dream ?
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Post by blackwolf on May 19, 2007 18:06:41 GMT -5
Bless Your Daughters, Me Mother...
I Am In Awe Of The Voices Of Woman:
I Am In Awe Of The Voices Of Woman;
Enchanted, Enthralled, Ecstatic,
Enveloped In A Lyrical Moment Of Rapture;
The Power And Potentcy And Passion,
The Embodiment Of All Feeling,
And All Possibility;
The Storytellers, The Weavers,
The Mystery Makers, The Ones
Who Cry Out For Jusice, For Healing,
The Ones Who Have Lived, And Loved,
And Died, And Ressurected Themselves,
A Thousand Times Over, Thru The Ages,
And Come Back To Speak Of It,
The Ones Who Honor This Earth,
The Children, And Each Other;
Intimate, Introspective, Instinctual,
Insatiable For The Experience Of Being,
And Just Being,
And Then Saying What Is Real,
What Is Now, What Has Been,
The Ones Who Dream What Is To Come;
In This Sacred Space, I Am In Awe,
Of All The Voices Of Woman...
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Post by blackwolf on May 19, 2007 18:30:34 GMT -5
The Wietch's Rhyme:
Most Did Learn To Use Their Tongue,
When They Were Yet Very Young,
Yet True Knowledge Of The Word,
Was Very Seldom, And Rarely Heard;
And Rarer Still, Those Taught To Seek,
In The Language, Of Spiret Speak
And Even Rarer, Those Weave Word Wise,
Where Power Of Language Truly Lies;
A Wietch Is A Wietch, If A Wietch Be,
A Mistress Or Master, Of Poetry;
The Artz Of Wurd, And Weaving Web,
Lines In Flow, And Surge, And Ebb;
In Olde Tongue, Do We Speell,
So Our Will Be Spiret Tell;
In This Realm, You Must Keep Time,
Learn The Artz Of Spiret Rhyme...
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Post by stormcat on May 19, 2007 22:38:18 GMT -5
Thou art the master of words on this forum! Keep them coming! >^..^<
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Post by blackwolf on May 21, 2007 16:27:33 GMT -5
Invocation Of Pan :
Pan, Pan, Io Pan,
Pan That Thou Art,
Pan That I Am,
Pan As Both Wild, And Free,
Pan In You, And Pan In Me,
Pan In Dance, Pan In Song,
Pan As I, Now Come Along...
Pan As Moon, And Pan As Fire,
Pan Whose Force, Is Our Desire,
Pan Whose Voice Is Spoken Through,
Lover's Cries, In Night And Noon,
Pan Whose Feet Tattoo The Earth,
As Each New Being Meets It's Birth,
Pan Above, And Pan Below,
Pan Be With Us, Where Whither We Go,
Pan Alive, Mgieck Afoot,
As The Seed, Doth Flow From Root,
As Lover's Rut, In Heat And Passion,
And Naked Flesh, Is Back In Fashion,
As The Nymph, Asks The Satyr,
Will He View Her, Or Will He Mate Her ?
Will Standing Stones, Meet Faery Ring,
As Hearts Doth Beat, And Souls Doth Sing ?
Wilt The Spark, Become The Flame,
Consuming All Of Guilt, And Shame,
Leaving Only Joy And Pleasure,
To Grow Beyond All Worlds Of Measure ?
Wilt The Pools Of Pebbles Ripple,
Reflect The Lips Upon The Nipple ?
Or Wilt The Sound Of Water's Fall,
Merge With Two, Becoming All ?
Wilt Thou Join Me, Dost Thou Dare ?
Give Me Not Thy Feeble Stare,
Give Me Not Thy Deadened Limbs,
Give Me Not Thy Mind So Dim,
Awake, Arise, Become Thy Beast,
Let Mother's Nature Never Cease,
To Ebb, And Flow, And Cycle Through,
This Being Now You Call As You,
This Being Made Of Fire and Earth,
And Water And Air And Spiret And Mirth !
May Ye Always Greet The Day,
In A Wild And Sacred Way,
And May The Blanket Of The Night,
Ne'er Cover Your Cries Of Lover's Bite,
May The Wolf And Forest Stag,
Cause Your Feet To Never Lag,
And May Your Eyes, Only See,
The World Through Awe And Mystery,
Be Thou Wild, Be Thou Free,
Be As Pan In You And Me !
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Post by blackwolf on May 21, 2007 19:17:23 GMT -5
As Love Unchained :
As The Chalice, And The Priestess,
As The Wand Is Of The Priest,
As The Ecstacy In Union,
As The Angel From The Beast,
As The Life Is The Communion,
As The Great Within The Least;
As Of The Many, As Of The One,
Before Beginning Was Ever Begun,
As All Birthed Of Love Divine,
Beyond All Space, Beyond All Time,
Beyond All Word, Beyond All Name,
Beyond All Difference, Where All Is Same,
Beyond All Touch, Beyond All Sight,
Beyond All Day, Beyond All Night,
Where Shineth Flame O Ever Bright,
O Singing Spheres, O Pure Clear Light !
O Loving Death, Eternal Smile,
Let Us Kiss Thy Lips Awhile,
Let Us Clasp Thee To Our Breasts,
By Thy Grace Be Laid To Rest,
By Thy Touch Be Brought To Life,
Free From Fear, And Greed, And Strife,
Soul To Fly As Child Blessed,
As Risen From The World Enmeshed,
As Risen From The Form Entombed
O Chainless One, O Winged Womb !
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Post by blackwolf on May 21, 2007 20:02:11 GMT -5
The Re-Incarnation :
Renewal : Alive And Ancient
Waiting Without Waiting,
Eternally Patient;
As Breath As Soul Within The Flesh,
As Form Creates Beyond World Enmeshed,
As I Am Incarnate, As I Am The Ritual,
As I Am All Worlds Of Earthly As Spiritual,
I Am All Passion, I Am All Art,
I Am All Light Within All Dark,
I Am All Day, I Am All Night,
I Am All Touch, I Am All Sight,
I Am All Sensation, Yet Beyond,
As The One Becomes The None,
As None Transformed Through Chalice Of Light :
I Am The Crystal Of Spectrum Bright,
I Am The Bright And Morning Star,
I Am Who I Am, I Am Who You Are,
I Am The Wheel Of Works In Motion,
I Am The Worship, I Am Devotion,
I Am The Sun, I Am The Moon,
I Am Here Now, Been Here, Come Soon,
I Am The Mortal, I Am Divine,
I Am All Numbers, Yet Beyond Of Time,
I Am The Beast Transformed By Love,
As So Below, As Is Above...
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Post by stormcat on May 21, 2007 21:57:06 GMT -5
You have the soul of a bard! Enjoyed these immensely. >^~.~^<
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Post by blackwolf on May 21, 2007 22:40:38 GMT -5
And You, me Dear Lady Stormcat, are more than worthy, one day, of an Ode, to thee...It will come, in due time...Thank you, for being my friend, AND enjoying me verse...If no one else, ever reads it, at least I have touched your heart, and soul...Blessings...
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