harm none...

By this cold stone in my hand,
I send a message through the land,
Seeking a revenge, so dark,
Goddesses, be present, hark!

Hecate, bring your deadly breeze
Of plague and madness and disease,
Bring evil-doers to an end,
To her do all my vengeance send!

Morrigan, so hear this call
To bring a traitor to her fall!
As frightened warriors meet their death,
Exhale from her the final breath.

Kali of the power hate,
In your hand this cruel one's fate,
By the new moon's total night,
Set this wrong now onto right.

By this cold stone in my hand,
I send a message through the land,
By these rulers, witches three,
This is my will, so mote it be!

i should probably explain the appearance of contradictions of harm none and this spell.
it's harming none when i am so mad that i cast this into the skies
hoping it will find the Goddess listening to block harm from someone just being plain mean.
it's your intention that helps power the spell.... my intentions are pure...

sabotage

I always believed
that love was blind,
but that theory was relieved
since i was the one that was blind.

I constantly believed
that one day she would love me,
but i solely deceived
my heart's hope to be free.

Emotions faded away
below her mixed messages,
all that i had to say
directly written on bleeding pages.

Love is something
this heart will never get,
my heart will lonely sing
poems filled with regret.

it is always the same story
but now i won't glimpse at the past,
because my fate i can now foresee
forever i will be love's outcast.


*this poem is about inner rejection*

yee naaldlooshii ( Skinwalker)

And in her eyes, blue as the Earth, a heavenly multitude, singing in an endless spiral of blinding light. As I stared deep into those predatory eyes all knowing, causing me to begin fading, blurred, no imaginary lines constricting abstract form, non-linear function.
I could not avert my gaze, so full of stars were they, as I fell upon the entirety of the Universe in but a moment frozen. Rendered unto dust, this being of illusion, chained, but once upon a time, free...

Falling forever, though in a fixed point, only to be carried away by winds blowing not from the north, But instead from that spirit of fire, as her flames dance without remorse upon this whisper frozen, upon an essence of embers undying, from the spirit of the wolf in bondage. Fettered in shackles unlocked, this spirit, which is me.

Through the eyes of the Wolf I have found myself, somewhere beyond the Cosmos, waiting in loneliness behind this space/time self-deception construct, drenched in lost epochs, waiting for me to catch up to myself so far removed, now I become one, into green and cool mists I run now, swift, embracing and embraced by the all.

Through the Eyes of the Wolf I now see again, for the dust of the former has finally been swept away.

My Heart Starts Beating.

my protection...

I am covered mostly in darkened bruises
No matter what I choose to do my body loses
They come from a drunken mans mistakes
To protect the others my body now aches