Never have I known three humans
That believe as deeply as I
Until one day I stepped inside
And found a world anew.

These three women are strong within their faith
And can push me along the lines
Between life, death, and treading upon
the other world and beyond

IN THIS SPACE AND AT THIS HOUR

by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker




  

In This Place And At This Hour

In this place and at this hour Sisters gather to Call the Power
Winds will rise and lightning crack
We pace the Circle fore and then step aft
Luna's path we steppe then Sol's retrack
Circle once and then return
My Lady we have much to learn
Winds will blow and Earth will flower
Fire will burn and Water shower
This rite complete come rising Sun
Lady here thy will shall be done
In this place and at this hour
Lady keeps this Sacred bower

These are my Words This is my Way
Blessed Be

Doyenne Solita Arcanna ShadoeWalker 2012

•❤• Wiccan Blessings Bright and True from this Old Witch straight on To YOU!!~•❤•~

I no longer needed music to escape
my thoughts because I could recite
all of my favorite songs between
her thighs and she would
sing along.

-o.b.

Waking up
Twelve o'clock
You're lying besides me
On my bed
Just need to say
There's your naked body
Headache or hangover
You choose your favourite
Why are we here together
My head's like dynamite
Did I bring you home last night
I can't even remember
Was in club got into a fight
Probably was party fever
Who are you stranger
I don't even know your name
I don't think straight with hangover
When you wake up you'll feel the same
I can't simply stay here with you
I have to move and do something
But what am I supposed to do
When I know last night was amazing.

a picture is a thousand words
while poetry is a million translations
of feelings said by one
to all

On a long and simple gallows tree
a god and dollar bill I see --
and I've never felt so happy;
no, never felt so happy.
I walk around and brush the bush
and think about all the ants I mush,
just want to make a cent or two;
what else am I supposed
                to want to do?

And on the laundered sky I spot
a furious eye over a shackled lot
-- but I'm told it's just the sun
                               that blinds;
   destroying all the ants it finds.

I don't think I understand,
my god, my wallet is full
but my life ain't worth living.
God, you're like a bird in my hand:
something beautiful, always squirming.
     And I wish I could let go.