Poetry Backlog

Dance ye spirits dance with joy, dance beneath the violet moon, around the fires towards heaven climb, to the beat of the drum and the stringed spiral song, dance ye round and dance ye well, to the magic of Arachne's loom -- 7/3/11

Trust in the magic of children, they are the torchbearers untempered by the doubts of their older kin, to them is the gift of absolute belief and the keys to the doors of dreams. -- 7/3/11

Thoughts are things everything that is was or wil be, is first concieved of as such. To see this construct in the world above is to glimpse the future and to reduce it to a symbol is to create a true work of Art -- 7/2/11

Come and know me, the melancholy angel beckened, for i am a ghost, a relic of a bygone time, and an era of magic long abandoned. learn of my regret and my shades because you and i are bound as one, my fate is yours. whether you accept it or not --6/29/11

There in another world i wait. upon the rocky cliffs, the storm brewing in the ocean below, the keep crumbling around me. the fire has long since died and the pale moonlight is our only light. the woman, that damned woman, like a mournful statue, a pale and forgotten figure stands behind me, watching and waiting for my return -- 6/29/11

To be adrift in your own soul, when there are no stars to chart by, or winds to sail by, or even an omen to guided by, what is there if anything to desire? --6/29/11

If your in a bind and are faced with problem dire, whose outcome is or, or either and if pressed it be against the blade, such that fate be either-way swayed; gather up your goal and make a wish upon the half lit moon, to garner favor and shift this outcome towards your desire -- 6/25/11

The nights are long and the chorus of my thoughts endless; words unwritten in the millions scream at me for recognition, but i sit idly and bear them for fear of what they may become. even i must use caution, lest they be brought to bear against me. but lo, these are the nights of darkening and even now the pages filling. what will they become? even i cannot say for certain; but surly something magical -- 6/24/11

In golden sunsets and the glistening of the morning dew; in the meadowlark's song and the crow's chilling call; in the shade of the waving willow tree; and in quiet walks in the pouring rain. My temple is not one of stone, rather the world with the songs of nature as my hymns. There are those who would condemn me for it, but I'll forgive them still. Because this is our time, and the earth is in need. -- 6/24/11

You never know where the path of life will take you, it twists and turns all the time, but i like to think our visions can shape us, and that when you stand firm in what you believe you need no defense, because there is nothing to fear from prying eyes. -- 6/22/11

The sun has set beyond the hollow hills and thus begins the waning year. But hope, my friends, is far from lost. the summer is yet half to be, and the promise of the harvest is yet to come -- 6/21/11

Leather and some super glue, some brass and aluminium posts, then the pages from spine to spine and some words to make it right. this and then the book be done, but "finished" it will never be -- 6/21/11

Midsummer Litha or simply the Summer Solstice. By an name this is a time of magic and of rejoicing. the wheel has turned far from the winter and the Sun will soon mark its most triumphant of hours. To the fae i offer my words, the song i've nearly completed in waking this night. Dance and be glad on this the longest day of the year, and hail to the sun as it does shine upon the earth, for the days of summer are yet far from over. -- 6/21/11

The pursuit of the self, of knowledge, and of secrets. Hearken to the words of midnight, the whispers of all you may be. The trials they will be great, but nothing will be asked of which you cannot give. -- 6/20/11

Awaken to world reborn, a vision of an earth renewed, Awaken to a heartbeat strong and spirit bold. There stands a marker at the well of life, read the words that fuel the day and sing the song that makes the night, join hand in hand by kindred birth, sing songs of life; sing songs of mirth -- 6/18/11

Heed the call, a call to arms, a call to stand again in the night. to gather in the light reflected back. reflections in the water, while the storm brews over head. -- The moons true face dark, she has no light of her own to shine, the balance gives her radiance, the light of stars. -- 6/18/11

Listen to the chimes as the wind gathers strength. listen to the clash of lightning above. Feel the power of nature unrestrained and listen with reverence for the lessons it teaches us. The rain has yet to fall, but if it should, gather it true in a container of glass. Such waters carry power, but if only for a short time; so use them with care before their third sunrise. -- 6/15/11

The wind it blows from Gulf to Grove, the skies are alight with reverie. The lightning, o how it dances across the heavens, Thor's mighty hammer against every cloud. -- 6/15/11

Words have power because they are expressions of the mind, body, and spirit given form. Their union is the door through which miracles are born and magic is channeled. Is it no wonder then, that humanities potential is beautiful and terrible all the same? She is beauty and love without end, She is the mystery and the wisdom, and She will test you beyond measure, to show you who you are. -- 6/12/11

A city waits in the world below, the crystal keep we all will know. and in that place in where magic sleeps, the king he waits, and the queen she weeps. -- 6/11/11

Lead me down those narrow streets into the arms of dawn, and in that place, in solace found; the tears of the ever white forest. Sing with us of the morning dew, the meadowlark song, and the shining sun. Dance with us in the autumn leaves, by the ravens call, and the breathless moon. -- 6/7/11

I sleep away the hours true, i sleep in a place of power, between the dusk and dawn so blue, between the years of school and life. i have walked this path so long before, so long yet short all the same, and while i lay down to bed this night, a student caught between, i wake to a world very different still, my life brought to bear yet once again... a graduate one more time. -- 5/21/11 -- Merrimack College Class of 2011 -- 

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