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We all come from the Goddess
And to her we shall return.
Like a drop of rain,
Flowing to the ocean.
Hoof and horn, hoof and horn.
All that dies shall be reborn.
Corn and grain, corn and grain.
All that falls shall rise again.
We all go to the Horned One.
And from him we shall return.
Like a spark of flame,
Growing into new light.
Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.
Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the wide-ranging air,
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magical ring.
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
Returns, and the witches are seen
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.
When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And Witches gather in feast.
Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven's array.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.
The power that was passed down the age,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magical circle,
By sword or athame of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In land of the shades for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it.
And world of beyond will tell naught.
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magic is wrought.
For the two are mystical pillars,
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.
The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
Of this our ancestors teach.
By night he's the wild winds rider,
The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in green forest glades.
She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.
The master and mistress of magic,
That dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.
So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
And Dance and make love in their praise,
Till Elphame's fair land shall receive us
In peace at the end of our days.
And Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it Love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By Magic of old, be it done!
How cruel is the world when it does not open it's eyes.
To see the pain inside, that cries.
When I make a move, one that tried to correct.
People give me a sour look and tell me not to fret.
This feeling turns worse each day.
Each person ignores what I say.
They cannot see.
They cannot see.
How I bleed, wounded on the inside.
I pour out to nothing, nothing to abide.
So now what is there to keep hidden?
When all they say it is forbidden.
My senses cannot feel it.
So I stumble into a deep pit.
Alone I stay.
For now there are consequences to pay.
Me for my differences, I cannot help.
The world tells me I'm wrong, in this situation in which I'm dealt.
I Am Not There
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunshine on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift upifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
A sip of tea,
a fluttering bee,
I look out the window,
and there I see.
A mortal god,
mowing my lawn,
there he is!,
It's almost dawn.
I stand up carefully,
can't let him see,
what I'm doing,
what I'll be.
Bend over low,
flaunt the breasts,
and I smile,
'cause I know I look best.
A boy and a girl,
held together by an invisible pearl,
they lay in bed,
no words to be said,
his fingertips trace her back,
their senses increased by the pitch-black,
her skin was the smoothest he ever felt,
he ached, she ached, together they would melt,
his hand slides down to her hip,
slowly their cloths would unzip,
they lay together with trust,
this night together was a must,
their unseen eyes,
like stars in the night skies,
exchanging truth,
their feelings as proof,
he leans to her ear,
his heart pounding without fear,
and whispers a confession,
of his heart, and its reflection,
"I hope you understand,
that when I hold your hand,
your wish becomes my command".
Bodys are yearning.
Feelings are burning.
Things are shaking and tiping.
As the sweat starts driping.
Moans are starting to be loud and exotic.
As the effects start to show from the hypnotic.
Kisses are at the highest passion.
And in my mind I know this sex will be long lasting.
My screams become overfilled with ecstasy.
I breath heavily,from these moments of you fufilling my needs.
This room is overcrowded with this pleasure & desire.
And if we go any longer,this room might catch on fire.
You are my dark prince,
the one that i love above all others.
You are my secret prince,
The only one for me.
You are my lovely prince,
the one that I would kill for.
You...you are my prince in every way.
You stole my heart and you are my champion.
My prince, you conquer all my fears for me.
You would never let harm befall me.
I trust you and love you.
My prince
My prince
my prince
Forbidden
You never realize what you have
Until it's gone away
But what if you never had a chance
To say in person things you've longed to say?
Never knowing your touch
Never knowing how much
Where do I begin?
How can a love so strong and true
Have so many obstacles in the way?
And if someday our paths collide
Passion so deep we cannot hide
I'll hold you close
My hand you'll take
And deep inside my heart will break.
So I'll savor this forbidden fruit
Knowing it's not mine.
Thinking, hoping, dreaming
Someday things will work out fine.
A ciggerette burning in the wind
Ashes floating through the air
death creeps all around me
state of shock
state of fear
for I am really that ciggerette
burning in the wind
each drag a little asorbed
a true posin with in
for i kill the people around me
I am no true friend
so like that ciggerette
I must be put out
thrown aside never to be seen again
Last night, I tried to not touch you...
but in talking to you, I was drawn to you.
YOu tantalize me, with those full lips of yours,
when you touch my hair, I wish for more.
you lean in close, I can almost feel your kiss
closer, yet not enough, but you tempt me.
I lean in, you withdraw, just a little to tease me.
the passion that explodes, when you finally relent
and the flames everlasting, with lips complimenting
You are the one who gives me air, just in a look
This kind of kiss I've only read in those books.
I never imagined a kiss would drive me insane.
Push me over the edge, but I don't complain.
To feel that passion, that urge, such desire.
oooooh my baby, please don't put out that fire!
I"m not yet done, the night is yet so young.
it hasn't even started, now I feel your tongue.
It drives me crazy, I feel my insides turn out.
Papi, I'm lost, and enslaved by you wihtout a doubt.
to think, it all started , quite simplly, with just a kiss.
Promise me this my dear old friend,
the trust we share will never end
Promise me that as the years fly past
our friendship will always last
Promises are meant to be kept
but with you, away they were swept
One old friend came back to you
and to only him are you true.
You set me this old friend
and now i fear my heart will never mend
You set me up and walked away
as i set my heart out on display
He looked at me as he stole my heart
when it was returned I found it had been torn apart.
And just like you he promised me
he would always be there and never leave.
Now I lay here with a tear running down my cheek
feeling so lonely, so lost, so meek
Old promises were broken
and once again to me you have not spoken
So now, promise me this my dear old friend
you will never speak to me again
Lorraina Bobbitt had a knife
It's blade as sharp as sin
She took the knife to cut herself a piece of masculine
This piece pursay was driven away
And thrown out to decay
But it was saved to her dismay
To come and haunt another day.
