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Gary W Weasel Jr Feb 2010
Come gather around the crucible now.
Let darkness take its timely bow,
And guise us all into focus.

None gather the severity here
Of the test at hand standing shear.
The devil possesses us now.

Shan’t we dig our grave at time?
Pass this or death knell shall chime
Of the knowledge of life.

Stare into the cauldron of your eyes.
Doth see what thy devil devise,
Stirring within the souls of us?

Let the cauldron bubble away,
And reveal a sign of trouble this day
In preparation for the leap of faith.

You see your reflection? Yes, it’s true.
If not wise you’ll wish more adieus
And never bother unbroken ice.

Gaze the cloud of smoke above
Distort the air into figure of
Into our sorrowful adieu.

A mirror around, focus now
You see the stand as you how
Performing upon ritual now.

We string and slide away we go
They ice over and this they know
To expand us to eternity.

If he yet advance not forth to strike
Then the devil may apply his *****
Upon the relation between.

Est thy his work or worker stray?
Thy either way shut out light’s ray
And freeze us all apart.

Thy must or need advance the ice
And destroy it while the risky price
Of fragility looms in doom.

So gather around the crucible now
Around let the darkness timely bow
And hold none yet the amulet.

Gouge thy eyes open of all thee light
And fold into posture and amulet might
Let the dire cold overwhelm.

The briskness forces way into
And turns all ye to Pluto’s blue
Without the amulet, thy lay dead.

Dive upon thy ice into ye soul alive
And do witness what devil devise
To break and make you ownage.

Release unto thy purple stone.
Unto the newer bluer known
And apply yourself true.

Xaimon felt, Dvoryin foresaw,
It tries to dissolve boundary law
And cast us into ice.

Pythaezuyen cried in horror
And echoed prophecy down the door
Along time’s fabric string:

“Our dearest child slain to die
And destruction rise from tears thee cry;
Thy all shall grant impunity.”

This demon echoed no remorse
For ye now control thy course
Of this text we take

Find the Mystic Circle breaking
The very foundation upon the shaking
Wear the amulet and hear me.

           - Cryptous Straevaras
Written: January 9, 2005

This poem may be hard to understand.  The amulet is a necklace with Amethyst on it, a stone set in deep ritual to help bring the soul to peace and clear the mind and feelings.  The Mystic Circle refers to a group of close friends.
Gary W Weasel Jr Feb 2010
'Twas a single kiss that stole me away
And all thought taken with.
Gazing back at you with a face of wonder,
Then catching myself breathless.

I was caught off gaurd by astonishment,
Not knowing what to say at all.
Then like a broken dam come rivers of love
And happiness at how far I fall.

With worries razed and hopes held high,
I came back for another daze.
Remember every second under the heavens
And your every passionate gaze.

Then our hearts came back and met again
And once more for a time thrice.
Sadly departing, yet I determined to live,
Perhaps another time to entice.

As I rode and went on with the night,
I thought of nothing more but you.
And even as I climb into my warm repose,
I dreamt of you til the morrow dew.

Thy fantasies of a twilight cold and brisk
Wishing so to see your face.
That no chill breeze could rend us apart
From our forever warmest embrace.
Written: August 27, 2003 @ 9:40 PM CDT
Gary W Weasel Jr Feb 2010
The sun’s demise bequeaths my birth beneath the outward heavens.
A glitter of the heavens caught within a twinkle of my eyes.
Travels on the shore lead into the isle, converging upon the core.
Galloping through fields of grain under the starry dearth.

The voluminous trees approaching entry, darkness towers evermore.
The trail adulterated by weeds, thorns; leaves wilting, rotting logs.
A beam of singular light from the canopy given by the silvery moon,
The ray guiding out of the brush unto the yonder blue darkness.

Here at the foothills of the forever peak, a glance upwardly shot.
Moon and stars eclipsed, light extirpated; the fog lies lower than the peak.
Scaling treacherous red glared boulders, sliding rocks collapsing beneath.
Blood rasped hands grapple and cling in the storm of fog.

The zenith of the world…perched; scanning back to the fog
Of lightning and incandescent famine; a tear rolls down the rocks.
Glaring up to see the stars and moon, warmth pounds behind me…
Pivoting to see the mountain gauntlet traversing into the promising sun.
Written: January 31, 2005
Gary W Weasel Jr Feb 2010
If beauty had a name,
Oh, what would it be?
It’d be more dazzling,
Than the entire sea.

If beauty had a face
I know what I’d see.
Such looks would bring
To Heaven, jealousy.

The fires a hue away
From love, show beauty
And the mind’s eye,
Encircled by blue sea.

Such lips of redness,
That utter to me.
As lovely as the dawn,
On the eastern sea.

But we could not mirror
Each other you see.
For we both draft left,
As I write this for she.

But on the chosen isle
Out on this blue sea;
Beauty has but a name,
Amanda, that it should be.
Written: April 1, 2003
Gary W Weasel Jr Feb 2010
In the shadow of my light
I realize something’s not right
Not a young kid anymore,
I’m in the real world’s fight.
Written: July 13, 2003 @ 11:16 PM CDT
Gary W Weasel Jr Feb 2010
I lied to myself
And everybody else
That I didn’t love you more than a friend.

It was just to hide
Feelings deep inside
So I could get on with life again.

But in the back of my mind,
From time upon time
You existed there every living day.

And no matter who else
When not by myself
There in my mind with another you lay.
Written: May 28, 2003
Gary W Weasel Jr Feb 2010
I love you even more than I understand
Thinking of you every moment that I can.
I wonder how I ever got this way
But it’s too late now
To even wonder how
Why I love you each and every day.

To me you are my glorified angel,
Regardless of what you say or do.
Yet, there is a barrier surrounding me.
Holding in my love
For my angel above
But when this dam breaks you will soon see.

The mind say not to dwell on the past
And to move on, wrong the heart says
It controls my body, and falls in love with you.
You’re my happiness
I will never think less.
And the sadness will go when you love me too.
Written: July 22, 2003 @ 3:25 AM CDT
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