Silence

Scarlet cries my arm raises into these hours so late
Even the sky put on its mourning attire for my sake

Paper cuts scattered all over my burdened mind
Microcuts within my chest beautifully aligned

Brand new cuts settled now on my skin
The aftermath leaves me blind to this sin

My darkened eyes drink up the numbing bliss
While silence bestows on me a catatonic kiss

Forgotten

She stands in the vacuum,
That is The Lonely,
Her eyes, her sentinels,
Awash with tears.

Translucent skins reveals,
Her inner fragility,
And none bear witness to this fleeting insight,
Before she fades.

For she is without consequence,
Her substance lost as unbeheld,
As disinterest has judged her,
An unworthy vessel.

Thus quietly doth she traverse,
To the land of The Forgotten,
No cries doth she emit,
For cries unheard, she knows are in vain.

The Illusion

You are the illusion, you never shall end,
With the cloak and the mask the truth you will bend,
And with callous objections you’ll corrupt all you see,
Until you’re surrounded by all who believe.

You are the illusion, you never shall fall,
Their pain is your life force, their terror- your call,
You swoop and you glide and you take what you need,
Until they are broken, no more can they bleed.

You are the illusion, the face of the damned,
You steal away innocence, smite all you can,
Fill them with horror and desolate dreams,
Happy- you listen to each of their screams.

You are the illusion, yet I have the eyes..
I watch you – I see what’s beneath that disguise,
Try taint me, and pain me- steal all that I love,
And I shall ignore you, and soar far above.

You are the illusion, yet now none believe,
They can all see you, they’re listening to me?
Who will be there to take care of your mask?
And your cloak- as you’ve failed in your task.

You are the illusion; you elude not a soul,
Wrapped up in darkness, shiver with cold.

Ancient Power

In this night and in this hour,

I call upon the ancient power,
Of enchanted Samhain night,
By darkened eve and candle bright.

Today the veil of worlds is thin,
Welcoming all spirits in,
To visit mortals once a year,
And we will see their presence here.

Lady of the Darkness hark,
Like flames we carry through the dark;
Illuminate this ancient night,
By pumpkin moon and candle bright!

For blessings in the year ahead,
We light our fires, honour dead,
Strength and wisdom is the key,
As I will, so mote it be!

cutting the only real trees near my house

I say "the trees feel warm today,
I think they're out of breath,"
They danced for one last time tonight
While waiting for their death.

Axes flying, wounded trees,
They fall with silent screams,
And never will they reach again
Towards Creator's beams.

Trees, they grow around their wounds,
Extend their leafy crown,
But they will never have that chance
When white men cut them down.

thunderstorms

These pictures were taken on top of scenic mountain
just before the storm...




An unexpected thunderstorm
Is passing through my life
Shaking the walls of my soul
Saturating the ground at my feet
Making it hard to stand

The lightning is brilliant
The thunderous blows make my heart flutter
The rain on my roof sings me a lullaby
And I am finally able to sleep
Surrounded in a blanket of distraction

These floods may be disastrous
The seas of emotion could swallow me whole
But right now
I just want to splash in the puddles

Come play in the rain with me?

Moon Child

I am a moonchild
A girl in the presence of night
that I worship on this hallow ground,
I feel the rays penetrate my skin,
As I reluctantly grasp for the last shred,
of moonlight slipping from my grasp.
Now the suns rays invade into me,
And I stumble into the void,
The sun mocking me from above,
Until I may finally embrace the moon's grace once again,
For Artemis, a hunter of the moon.
Maybe I can make something beautiful,
with blue and rainbow penetrated veins.
And someday dance as a sheet of rain
descends upon my face,
lying up to the huntress of the moon,
forever asleep to the rest of the sunbound world.
Life simply, with and forever as the moon.

My superpower is liberated by free will and trust, which lead me to explore simple speculations for their own sake. I can move beyond the fear factor. I don't know where I'm going, and I don't care where I've been. I only know that, as the hero of my own story, it's for me to find out. For, like Alice, I'm on the verge of stepping into a rabbit hole; unless I stop short and play it safe, I'll know soon enough where following my own feet has landed me on this curious venture. The blissful frailty of unwritten conclusions and unguarded access sweetens the desire. So despite familiar warnings, irresistible promise draws my eyes wide open and away from domestic comfort zones, with only certain inquiry, hope and faith to recommend my course. I'll never know until I try."

You think I'm dark
I think you're light
You think I'm wrong
I know I'm right...

I think my hopes
Are also yours
But still you hide
Behind closed doors

I think your love
Is in my heart
But you think we
Should be apart

I think our souls
Remain as one
You see the truth
But I still run.

I think our dream
Can still come true
When all I dream
I dream for you..

You think I'm wrong
I know I'm right
When in the dark
I see your light

So let it shine
And soon you'll see
Within the light
We both can be

Power animal

Ever wondered what power animal you have to protect you? Here is how I learned from my grandfather who was a shaman. A spiritual being with the ability to heal, work with energies and see visions, he was a master of energy and fire as a medium of transformation. He guided others on vision quests.

I have a good friend who is also a Shaman and I have been on many vision quests, the most beautiful experience I have ever experienced. My first journey I found my power animal the Wolf.

Close your eyes and rid yourself of any thoughts.. Center and ground yourself allowing your spirit to soar. Visualize yourself soaring above the ground.. as if in flight. See the ancient forest..
visualize walking upon the rugged path.. feeling mother earth below your feet reaching deep into your soul... walking towards the giant waterfall absorbing the mist that cleanses your mind,
in silence you walk out of the ancient forest to the sacred bonfire... what animals do you see waiting for you.

It's a deep experience... I hope you find your power animal to protect and guide you through life. What ever animal you see research power animals and learn all that you can about them...

Wolf~

The image of the wild wolf howling at the moon is a powerful symbol that affects everyone, but for those with a Wolf totem or power animal is a reminder of the importance of personal freedom. Occasional escape from the restrictive chains of civilization is essential for the wolf shaman’s happiness and spiritual well-being. Camping in the wilderness, fishing alone for a day, a walk in a wildwood or a trip to the sea all offer the opportunity for reconnection with nature, and to spend time alone with that wonderful friend, the wolf power animal.

All is quiet as dusk falls. Then, excitement charges through the air as she breaks the horizon. There rises the phoenix, riding a column of flame into the heavens. Like a star, she shines with unfaded glory as she rockets through the clouds.

These are the last of her days, and she knows it well. Long has been her life, as she is ressurected after each fiery plunge back to us. Soon though, she will take on a new form for a new age.

Nonetheless, she is our beakon, our symbol of hope. She is the fiery lance that galvanizes us into one people with one dream. No man, woman or child can ever set eyes upon her power and stand unmoved. As long as we have the phoenix in our hearts, the innocent will never fall.

secret mask

Hide me
From
Me.
Hide me from
A world
That reminds us
Only of the
Possibilities.
Hide me
From the
Searching heart,
So far gone
That the answer
To the
Question,
Is no answer
At all.
Hide me from
Myself
So that I
Might once again
Find you
And realize that
I am not
Truly
Alone
In my
Loneliness.
Hide me
From what is
And is not
There.
Please
Hide me.

making a stand

Writing my name on the Earth with gasoline and setting that shit on Fire