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My Everything

You stood in the doorway 

The frame smiled

At the taste of your skin

Your hair

Longer

My eyes

Not hiding

My jealousy 

Of the white soaked wood

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Even when you think I'm not looking, I am. Your forever in the spotlight.

Calan Mai Dydd (See English translation below Welsh language prose)

Folder: 
Seasonal Holidays:

 

 

Roedd gwl dathliadau Mai dydd;

Mae'r wyl uchod yn ddithlwyd, nghymru er mwyn arsyllwi. dyfodiad Haf. Nid yw Mai dydd yn coffau equinox neu hauldro'r.

 

Yn hyrach ei fod yn afeniad a ddefnyddir, Yn tan: tanua i droi buchesi gwatheg o chwater y Gaef; tanau i gynnau'r fordd er gyfer y gwatheg, tanau i lanhau ymaith clefyda a allai niweddio y fuches.

 

Tanau gyfer Baltan a elwir hefyd, yn Beltane: a fflam yn tan; ar ayfer defadau puro derwydden au Haf.

 

Gwyliau tan Mai dydd eu cynnal a rhwysg mawr a seremoni.

 

By Anita Griffiths (Welsh language translation)

 

 

Mayday Celebrations

The above festival was celebrated in Wales: in order to observe the arrival of Summer time.

 

Mayday in Wales is not to celebrate equinox or solstice.

 

The Mayday festival in Wales is a custom consumed in fire: fires to turn out the herds of cattle from Winter quarters; fires to light the way for the cattle; fires to cleanse away diseases that may harm the cattle.

 

Fires for Baltan also known as Beltane; fire and flame for the Druidic  purification rites of the arrival of Summer.

 

The fire festivals of Mayday celebrations were carried out with a lot of pomp and ceremony.

 

By Anita Griffiths

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

 

The Welsh language is making a return in the country of Wales. Great. Although I am still learning.

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we are human snakes

 

...

 

speaking in 'tongues',

ordinary people

without will,

release of all ego,

sputter forth the

vocalization

and innermost connection

to anything remotely comprehensible

of the concept of

 

'god',

 

~

 

as 'holy scholars',

doctors of philosophy,

and 

'the righteous'

and us,

scoff,

 

~

 

to look towards words

created by 

'jesus',

'mohammeds',

'gandhis',

'jiddus',

'obamas',

or even

'star magazine',

 

~

 

to raise and inflate our 

balloon of spirituality

and fly to a place we call

'heaven',

to touch a 'god' that created 

us in an image that 

we have never laid eyes on,

but only interpreted

within the realm of human

capacity.

 

~

 

we refer to this thinking

as 'sane',

and those who 

sputter glossolalia

questionably

'unstable'.

 

~

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The snake. An animal with a 'forked tongue'.

 

http://www.religioustolerance.org/tongues5.htm 

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Black Magic

"How does that feel?" he asked, staring intensely

Slowly sliding his knowing hand down the side of my waist, and it felt bare

His long fingers barely, gently, caressing the sides of my stomach

And as he did so

I felt the most unorthodox tingling sensation, a forceful energy

Enter my entire body and spread everywhere

And my only reply

was to relish in its pleasure.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Came to me in a dream...

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Prism of maimed love

i'll walk alone.. with your precense carved into my heart...

not even stones could break down what i've built up. not any hatred... no fear.

it's going to stay right here..

as long as it remains untouched.. if I can manage to let it be..

then i'll always have you with me.

 

as much as I may look up to the stars & cry..

as much as I ask the sun why...

how often I wish the clouds away.. 

is as much as I feel you every day.. 

 

maybe there is a sharp fence around your heart...

is there cotton in your ears..? is your vision pitch black..?

have you gone blind? is your mind in tact..?

do you think you're just fine..?

 

silly me.. still wondering, though we've left it all behind..

 

all I really want is to die in the grace of someone I love..

gazing into their eyes.. arms held tight..

my spirit could finally take flight. 

 

i'm so fucking sick of this misery..

i'm tired of not having any energy..

i'm done with the pressure on the sides of my head..

i'm finished with the aches in my back.. 

i'll drown out all the nausea..

I will forget about the broken glass..

the shattered past.. 

 

if we didn't know such a thing as sadness existed, would we still feel it..?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

3.10.13

The Tomb of Cthulhu

Folder: 
Poetry

I projected to Cthulhu's tomb,

Which seemed like an empty womb.

Danced upon the tombstone,

Moving all alone.

 

Pulled the tombstone away,

This Seal couldn't stay!

Crushed it on the ground,

Cthulhu moved about.

 

With magick I crushed the gate,

But not immediate.

But somehow I managed to do so,

Stones floating about.

 

Cthulhu moved towards the door,

Nyarlathotep came ashore.

We pushed as the Seal didn't move,

As the energy-field did prove.

 

I had to put Him still,

That is if the Crawling Chaos will.

Blue Energy all about me,

Cthulhu, Nyarlathotep, and me.

All were trapped in my energy.

 

I don't dislike Them, you see?

I adore Them in me!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A vision I had.

my ode entitled 'energy flows where attention goes

Energy flows where attention goes

A little thing that I’v been told
Energy flows where attention goes
In whatever direction you choose
Your energy is yours to loose

Wherever you may decide to point
Your attention, your energy anoints
This is more than likely your TV
A machine built to steal your energy

Don’t forget your computer or PC
To that you choose to give energy
You may choose another direction
I’m betting based on consumerism

Because this capitalist belief system
All rigged to steal your heaven
Steals your energy at every turn
Tv’s, pc,s, mobile phones: LEARN

All designed to steal your energy
With careful use of sacred geometry
The less energy you give away
The more for you: Brighter days

You need all the energy for yourself
To surf, not wade through this hell
If you don’t see this world as grim
The current system, all the suffering

Google silent weapons for quiet war
Bill Cooper, he knew the score
They have stolen your spirit too
I’m no liar, I speak the truth
Only one person needs your energy
Would be You: Not the Illuminati

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Running to everything you are

I was running down the road,
Lost and gripping a heavy load,
The past behind me,
The future in front,
A current of speed,
An elemental deed,
My tracks so sharp,
Like a quick spark,
I would find the road,
Either that or explode,
With the breeze on my face,
With all my haste,
This being my race,
I would find my place,

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From Energy to Ego

Folder: 
Volume Three

Ghosts whispers tales of sorrow,
the regret leaves a trail of horrors
It's hard to believe the egos of some
while others are just plain dumb.
This life is your trail by fire,
as humanity is something to admire.
Beauty within, starts at your conscious to begin.
Question everything. Stardust to a living breathing being.
The universe is our home, where energy is free to roam.

Heroes have died. The ego has pride.
The saints are gone and the angels have cried
out of the darkness, straight from the abyss.
It's sad for it is the little things you miss
Heaven and hell, words not a cell.
Punishable by your own thoughts and convictions,
Judges by your own creation
for in this life, reality is of your own manifestation.
Choice and action, Your influenced reaction.

Beyond any of this, there is but only a wish
however the truth is we will never know
what happens after death until we ourselves go.
Faith is such a tricky word; to believe.
That at least once our hearts and minds will be deceived.
To know god, is to know your perception will be flawed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The Ego is important as it defines our vary individuality, however unchecked it could become the vary thing that destroys you.