This book is a gem;a price beyond compare ,
What I read hits the bull’s eye in two chapters,
It’s rock of ages  pure dope   that matters,
This book resonates with my being I swear.

And chapter 2 struck the core of my soul
You get  the tools to restory your being
Restory your life with it;let your soul sing
The Red Meal a foundation one ,the goal

But if you want more read his other book
For starters :Witching Way of the hollow hill
And Letters from the Devil’s forest  too

Resurection of the meadow - take a look
These precious books can teach you many a skill
This book is theory With your heart ,do pursue

I feel like I'm drowning in the stormy sea
Tiamat help me write on the Void, please
My mind empty ;coming up with thoughts I freeze
I feel I am drowing;what is the key ?
I drank some Jameson whisky to **** my brain
Today I feel like an empty beer barrel
The words I need I find hard to channel
It did not help the existential pain
Tiamat said Listen and stop *******
If my agents got thru you know what to do?
"I am All ,hear my tales ,see my image "
Remembered the tales flesh is awakening
Void is potential and naught at once too
It is in your bones so make the linkage

The ice has thawed ; and Berchta is truly here,
I think of events I Wish  to do too,
And petals of blooms open I'm filled with cheer;
I think of gardening it's time is due,
Feel one with Nature,alive, feel like a seer,
I tried Witch Sight practice first a breakthrough
And gardening filled me with cheer,I felt clear,
I worked happily past my rendezvous,
The Hissing of the Serpent needed work,
The second time I felt like a thirsty bloom.
Got the seeds planted -no link to nature,
And practicing Serpent Hiss felt like a ****
A chain that's half connected is my doom
And plants surely got watered none in danger
I hope I break chains of my destiny
A link with nature thru gardening  I see

I sit and see the awning of leaves out there
And light through  leaves dances like crystals too
A dance of light and dark in  woods  isn’t rare
I wish I could go to the green woods too
My chain and ball sitting  in my wheelchair
A canopy of leafy green I declare
I’m barred from the green ,can’t move on my own
And cut off from life and stuck in the waif zone

Blue sky today I feel sadness is gone,
Getting my groceries here ,I have no fear     ,
My legs are sore  the sky fills me with  cheer,
The light keeps pain away nice phenomenon!
And Hela says be strong like the angel oak  ,
Angraboda’s probably favourite  tree,
Its gnarly branches a wondrous sight to see ,
Behold Hela says angel oak tree no joke.
I was wondering what died hard today?
I still had pain in my legs -enough said
My heart was racing;I did just sitting .
And leave the cafe legs hurt a lot anyway
And Hela’s adumbrate surely filled me with dread,
My legs feel  like trunks of trees not kidding

And Skadi had her way much snow today
Imparted volunteer job hopes soar high.
Each Thor’s day , a shining star in a black sky
Orange in my throat and gob smacked, what to  say?
And never let the blighters beat you down
And the sawbones mention you cannot heal .
And show them I work with plenty of  zeal
I am cook too at the depot uptown.
The doctors state see you are strong ,
We think you are weak ,die in a care home.
My star is dimming do I fight or take flight?
My job like an void vessel I felt dead
This must be the rehabs typical syndrome
Hard to feud with sawbones reason-they’re right
My mood tastes like bad lime pulled down by dread.

Recurring dream I walk with a fake leg,
I go thru shifts in my head still in the sack,
I know it is a dream sad like darkened lake,
My flow as a lake in rehab no way back ,
What does this walking mean with a fake leg.?

Learning to play a guitar with five good strings ,
I have one leg while playing  what’s it mean ?
Wearing a purple suit I feel I got it made,
And tune high E makes the music so clean,
Walk into Resto Depot with some things,