Thou Art Goddess

With dagger held in a hand of power,
Invoke the elements upon these grounds.
Come before me this final Witching Hour,
To you, my dear Goddess, my soul is bound.

Candle lit with the flame of Perfect Love,
dedicated to healing Mother Earth.
In celebration of the One above,
comes the future Light given to Her birth.

Dance the Circle 'round and 'round,
the pleasure, the pain, the good, and the bad.
To you, dear Mother, I am forever bound
and I give up the negativity that I once had.

Cleansing moon beams and charging Sun,
bless me with your Divine grace.
Energy swirling, protecting me with love.
wash your warmth upon my face.

By the Moon, the Sun, and the Stars,
by the Mist, the Rain, and the Sea,
heal my wounds and bless my scars,
As I do Will, so mote it be!

Autumn Leaves

Gracefully gliding on soft Autumn air,

falling and sliding from the branch's snare

to a sacred place very far below

at peace with fate beneath the snow.

Tumbling over dried Earth and decay,

waving farewell to the light of day,

settling upon the barren ground,

they lay shriveled and shrouded in brown.

Shades of green turned to red,

as creatures retreat to their warm beds,

the season signals their time of death

as the God and Goddess take their last breath.

Transforming to be born anew,
budding beneath the soft spring dew,
where Autumn leaves once kindly graced
stand soft flowers in their place.

Sleep Chant

To Be A Witch

This is a little different than my usual posts but I really liked this saying, or poem, if you will. It reminds me why I chose this path. For the beauty, for the knowledge and wisdom, for the freedom, for the spirituality, for the love, for the compassion, and for empowerment. I hope you all enjoy!

The Trees

The Trees

Sometimes I tell my sorrows to the trees
and they shudder as if in understanding.
Sometimes they sway as in nodding their heads
and it comforts me knowing I am heard.

Sometimes I sit at the base of their trunks
and look up into their long flowing branches.
Sometimes I wonder if they see me there
nestled underneath them with my journal.

Sometimes I give them big tree hugs
because I need a hug every now and then.
Sometimes I feel like they hug me back
and they know my pain and hurt.

Sometimes they give me their kindness
with the energy and light that flows through them.
Sometimes they help me heal and forget
what it was that was troubling my mind.

Sometimes I wonder if they are ever thanked
or appreciated for their efforts for so many years.
Sometimes I wonder why they never feel resentment
or anger at us when we do nothing but take from them.

Sometimes I ask them how they are feeling
because it is only polite to ask.
And sometimes I imagine them smiling
because they have not been forgotten.

Magic in Childlike Eyes

Magic in Childlike Eyes

Galloping in lush sultry fields of sun kissed flowers

splayed out on the grounds of ancestors longingly

searching for remnants of pieces shattered

when winter came to take life away on wings

of silver moon dust to undiscovered treasure

coves deep beneath the sapphire blue and

emerald greens of an ocean made of dreams.

As the tide rolled in upon the Earth’s gravity

came the rush of ecstasy when those pieces

shattered came together to form the most

perfect puzzle solved like the pinpoints of stars

when connecting them to create astrological

symbols of zodiac signs then to realize you

were staring upon the wrong set of stars all along.

And yet the imagination comes to rescue its child

giving life to inanimate objects and secret friends

of different stories to play along to the feelings

of the host to dull the sense of loneliness that

envelopes the soul when lost in a big world

without the love needed to sustain a life smaller

and weak in the eyes of nature’s troubles.

For one moment all the magic in the world

seems to be real and as true as that treasure

cove out in the deep vast mind of any child

who sees the world with open eyes that tell them

 all they need to know in this life filled with shades

 of gray and voids of passion and interest in the

simple pleasures we all used to be familiar with.

Playing with imaginary creatures hiding in that

lush field and running as if life itself depends on it

we find the cold grip of the once beautiful world

grasping magic by the throat and strangling it

till all the love felt in those days has drifted off

and found root in a desert with the other old stuffed

animals and makeshift forts that seemed to disappear.

Spinning around and clicking heels together in

one last attempt to return to days of enchantment

in a world that has slowly killed the one thing that

makes happiness feel more real and more intense

than growing older and wiser ever could can never be

redeemed after one has forgotten the magic and has

turned away from the childlike ways of imagination.

Titans

Titans

Tyrannical giants ancient times arose,
spawn of love, threats did pose.
Devoured children, salvation for one,
born of thunder, the Titan's son.

Struggle for divine power soon lost,
war of idols over creation fought.
Despair of mortals tremble in fear,
apocalyptic warnings of the end near.

Catastrophic nature and demonic fright,
raining fire in deep starless night.
Ravage Earth and glory of all,
bring down the Titan's barricading wall.

Raise the clouds and sound the winds,
darken the skies and hail descends.
Forest of fires, mountains fall,
crush the people, the good of all.

Brutal battle of blood begins,
pray to the Gods, worship their sins.
Anger desecrates Earth's design,
death for all, chose which side.

Kill the harvest and drown the moon,
enrage the waves, the Siren's tune.
Crack of thunder and flash of light,
Olympus ablaze, the flames white.

Cage thy fathers, keep them barred,
to Tartarus imprisoned and charred.
Reigning champions take the throne,
Bring back the sun, defeated by thy own.

Wildfire

Wildfire

Elegantly dancing along the edges of

the world and licking the darkness.

There stands a sun upon the Earth

chasing the night on fiery flames.

Shadows come to life and flicker

back and forth, but not all at once.

In a circle that is never ending

And never beginning it stands tall

But then low and must wait to be

fed. Always hungry and all consuming,

It eats and never stops to think of

What it may harm in its path.

Or what it may give its life to in

another spirit.  An element of pure

power and ferocious will, it gets

what it wants and needs to survive.

Permanently burned into anyone

who stares upon it long enough,

it is brighter than any star. Something

you can touch and feel but not

necessarily want to.  Like waves

it flashes back and forth,

back and forth. Always flickering,

flaming, fighting for survival

against the rain, against the

mist, against the honey dew

of the morning to come. And

after it dies and has long since left

it comes back next summer to

restart what it had left behind.

It takes again in order to give

back what it had lost long ago.

Wisdom & War

Wisdom &War

Bred within the body of wisdom

and birthed from the skull of thunder,

favored by Zeus in the Olympic Kingdom

arose a Goddess of perfect wonder.

A warrior of justice and strategy skills,

of strength and honor conceived.

Sacred guardian of the hero’s will,

their fates she gracefully weaves.

Aegis, shield, and spear in hand

the keys to thunder she possesses,

and as her heroes take their stands

her coveted love she expresses.

With superior intellect came victory

against an uncle of powerful worth.

A bitter well sprung in competitory

as an olive rose from the Earth.

Giving sustenance to humanity,

thus conquering mortal faith.

To be named after that great city,

for Athens was divined by your grace.

An ancient Goddess ruled her world

with justice in Earth’s arena.

And through this world did unfurl

the heroics of the Goddess Athena.

Sacred Circle

Sacred Circle

Circle cast and candles lit,

upon the Pentacle I do sit.

Gods invoked and Quarters called,

come to chant one and all.

Salt and water circle thrice,

protect us during our ancient rites.

Enter here in love and trust,

all evil forth shall be thrust.

Spiral dance around the Sun,

Moon and Stars bleed as one.

Mother Earth hear our pleas,

bring hope and light back to me.

Shining through candles’ flames,

spirits call us out by names.

Before the altar I do kneel,

recognize the ancient wheel.

Athame held up high,

tracing pentagrams in the skies,

The cauldron filled with wishful sight,

in hopes of our futures bright.

Recited spells and fresh herbs,

the fearies we do not disturb.

Instead they dance with us this night,

as we offer our love and light.

Pentagram

Pentagram

Sanctuary from wickedness, the five points provide;
condemnation of religion and forced to hide.
Elemental symbols of a sacred ritual,
mistaken to represent that of pure evil.

Mother Earth, the Goddess dear;
ground trembles when covered with your fear.
Bones of ash and flesh of crust;
the touch of thee turns me to dust.

Air born upon the summer breeze,
a whisper heard by the silent trees.
Swirls high above the solemn clouds,
The light of the moon it enshrouds.

Water descends from the heaven light,
drowning rain to be turned white.
Blizzard freeze the world to ice,
to melt, vaporize, and begin twice.

Fire of my soul that which burns,
destruction of life it does return.
After devastation seems like a dream,
the Earth grows fertile, it does redeem.

Spiritual essence of my own life,
I would give up in sacrifice.
Save my Star, I do beseech.
The dismal glow of which appears extinct.

Curses

Curses

I stand upon this pedestal staring
down into the faces of my tormentors,
the ones who have wronged me to no end.

They gather, circling around me,
making sure to keep their distance
so as not to entice the wickedness that dwells within.

Torches alighted with the fires of hell
raised in honor of this burning, this sacrifice,
for which I am the lamb slain.

They know not of what I truly am,
for I am nothing but a mere woman in her prime,
a woman misjudged for being different or sane.

"Burn the witch!" my neighbors yell
as the wick is lit with the fire they possess,
smoke rising on the wings of the northern winds.

The smell of my flesh being devoured
by the flames that lick at my feet overpowers
everything in my mind's eye.

The damned souls watch in merriment
as the sparks ignite all that was left of me,
all that I had with me in life.

Curse you all!

To the Coming of Winter

To the Coming of Winter

Shivering limbs releasing death from their swaying frames,
the light melting further from the horizon's edge
and the kiss of dew freezing the world lame,
lay the crumbling corpses upon the Earth's bitter ledge.
Smothering frost frozen across the surface of lakes,
and drowned beyond depths where only the fish can play.
To bears come restful peace dozing away snow drift quakes,
small critters desperately scavenging food saved on a different day.
Taking to the cavernous underground the sun can not penetrate,
removing itself to let the season enjoy solace in revival.
Softly floating from Heaven, candy clouds of snowflakes,
delicately distinguishable upon departure and time of arrival.
Spiraling to Nature's Garden blanketing death in white grace,
Angels purifying the veneer, a forsaken land erased.

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Shards of glass icicles on a rooftop's Christmas Eve,
cold hearted snowmen smiling stiffly as sleds speed by,
and frost-bitten children creating snow Angels to believe
one day to lift from Earth on snowy wings they fly.
Candle lights of Trees ornately decorated for season,
colorful wreaths of holly in a Wonderland of blizzard white.
With New Year springing to life with excuses and reasons
for a better tomorrow granted, the future of the bright.
Celebrations of views written in the earliest of years,
in Winter they thrive and family rejoices in hands held.
Swallowed by the cold and embraced in joyful tears,
disintegrate in dark snow droplets in which they meld.
Forever creeping along with icy fingers curled,
only to finally disappear as do the seasons of the world.

*****

As the days brighten and the Sun travels ever so near,
melting away at the frozen core of the Earth's whole.
Relinquishing the fabric of those sheets so sheer,
the mud and rain mixing into a slush of my soul.
Days grow longer and nights withering cut quick,
hiding the stars behind clouds of dusk and the moon.
Rays awakening the world of life igniting the wick,
nature's slumber rendered at the chime of high noon.
Slowly shaking the last remnants of that Winter frost,
the final dusting of spring snow vaporizing with air.
All the creatures find the world they had left not lost,
stumbling to remember why it is they are there.
Dear Winter we shall meet again one chilling day,
but alas, till then this is my farewell I say.

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Pandora

Pandora

Mystic guardian of sin, sealed within one chest,
Giver of treasures, creation of Earth.
Punishment forged into a woman's breast,
by beings of a supernatural birth.
Conceived from Prometheus' plunder,
Retribution of the sacred light of fire,
And demanded genesis of the God of Thunder,
Thus impending events transpired.

Seductive gifts were bequeathed to thee,
A figured immortalized by an act of such.
Endowed the eager character of curiosity,
A pithos observed by a sense of touch.
Doth the hands of yours betray,
Or by your gift you have been burned?
Were you enticed and led astray,
Or revenge had settled after spurned?

Unjustly victimized by an unintentional mistake,
Seen as feeble minded and scorned.
Blamed for the bodies that always ache,
But never once were you forewarned.
Demons unleashed upon hallowed grounds,
But perhaps present before said time.
Tainted with evil they do drown,
Human nature in filth and grime.

Box of bone and blood you did protect,
A craft which can not diminish your worth.
Restrained the demons before you were subject,
To their wide alluring girth.
I condemn you not, fair goddess of gifts,
Even though that sacred item you did grope.
The lid you did purposely lift,
For that small ounce of Hope.

In the Beginning

In the Beginning

Understanding in your superior design,
will eternally escape my apprenticed grasp.
Sitting among the brilliant sun and moon,
floating with the tamed, restless clouds
and shooting stars across the midnight sky.

A kingdom of gold and silver tapestries,
each with a tale told of great triumph and the Fall.
The sharp edge of the world slicing
into the heart and soul of Mother's womb
with wine dripping from hungry, carnal lips.

Listening to the silence of the summer springs,
dusk settles over the calms of the royal seas.
Children of sacred gardens dance to the drums,
sensuously gyrating to death's chilling song
beckoning to them on bleeding wings of glory.

Pilfering nature's fruitful treasures illiberally,
ruining your vast creation with scornful tendencies.
To birth a white lamb just for ritual sacrifice,
slaughtered by malice and pure hatred
for nothing more than the rotting carcass that's left!

Like rabid wolves devouring sickness for flesh,
battling for the last scrap of dignity.
As if starving when sustenance was before you
and the choice to take all for granted,
swift in feral mind to conquer.

A forest with no voices resounding through day,
starry night filled with unrelenting quiet.
Cavernous valleys of dry desert dust
and crumbling mountains in a stony gorge,
hiding the graves of impending extinction.

Ignorance will not lead to beauty in bliss,
but destruction in our fading humanity.
And yet, we've chosen this fate without reluctance,
without a sorrowful tear shed for Mother's hurt
and the pain formed by her massacring spawn.

When Apples Turn to Ash

When Apples Turn to Ash

A vast world frozen in the hold of time,
slowly gaining momentum with each turn.
Fruit aging to its pivotal prime,
then to fall to ashes in a decorative urn.

Rays of gold open the glory of morning
to face the blessing of a new day.
But across mountains, black clouds are storming,
rolling through green lands over way.

Young and vibrant in the tiny seed,
instilling roots in fertile soil.
Developing into the stage of maturity,
passions let no other being foil.

To fall or be plucked from a sacred tree,
to survive or to wither as the rose.
A divine fate no human may foresee,
a path in which fate chose.

Strength that wilts as the petals fall,
but regained in the life of next.
And as the storm surrenders its thrall,
a life within the sun reflects.

Majestic Revelation

Majestic Revelation

Fluid as the water, I curve,

meandering to the spirit of the wind.

My eloquent soul aflame within

My beating breast. Droplets clinging

To lustrous skin aglow by heat

Escaping on mysterious air.

Shadows accentuating yearn,

The crests of furious veneration

To the basins of adumbrated expiation.

Vitality rectified into a matrix,

To be absolute in humanity.

Entirety is to eternity.

Manifestation of adoration;

The enchantment of Nature’s inamorata.

Oscillating celestially to the pulse

Of ambiance. Tingling sensations

Traverse the spine, writhing.

From Root to Crown.

Serpentine entity within,

Elevate quintessence of mine.

Embody reverence to my Lady’s exigency.

Exposed before Your divinity,

Benevolence poised with grace.

The Majestic Revelation.

Restitution of luminosity to the womb,

Abate gyrating shapes upon the ground.

For climax now cascades to verisimilitude

From cosmos beyond the colossal divide.

To unearth tranquility through Love’s Palm,

Where my Life may converge with Balance.