Thursday, July 21, 2011. Ethereal, compassion within you,. Bare feet on the earth with glistening obsidian mane,. Smiles on the daisies at your feet. Soundlessly wrapped in your chrysalis,. Sparking inspiration as muses do. Whispering children in the dark. From twilight to dawning morn. O hear me, thy pagan Mother. Elusive as secrets and sought out like wealth. Content as a babe at my breast. Like a cat warmed by the hearth.

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Monday, October 8, 2012. so maybe we can have a little sumthin sumthin after that. Peace out! Some of the boys in my.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012. That smooth endless road into the horizon out of reach,. That inspirational dream shattered at the hitch,. And nothing is consoling not even what a priest may preach. Was it something I did - Or something I said? Everything that had been worked towards is gone,. Some fairytale ending in a book previously read. Wednesday, February 22, 2012.