#wiccan
Sunshine pours like honey
Dripping down over the lost smiles
From crown to temple it erases the pain
Embraced bliss, innocence swims anew
To succumb internally to the senses populating within me, shifting realities
To climb back in time before fly & thorn
Unraveled mind, as the finite soul travels through the ether
Everlasting Melancholy melts its way bequething itself to Winter's final kiss
Heavy fog clouds recoil & drift afar
Springtime beauty arrives, timid & slow
Oh the beauty of the daffodils
Yellow warmth gazes upon my quieted soul
Sitting there aside the Angel's omniscient wings of porcelaine silence
The faerie gaarden re-encants with neon green mystery
Ostara reveals herself Great & Majestic
The Great Majesty of One
Blessed Be
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 5:47 AM UTC
trapped and helpless,
hopeless and tied,
she looks in the mirror,
while covering her own eyes.
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 3:17 AM UTC
Do I consider myself a heathen?
What is the definition of a heathen?
A friend?
A Loved One
Or Enemy?
No,
Why?
We are One!
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
Firelight, fire bright,
Brilliant glow of Love's true might.
Warm her heart, give her sight,
Let her dream of me tonight.
Be my mate, together by fate,
Come to me, end this wait.
My true devotion you will have,
This I promise to the stars.
Our lives together, as if as one,
Then all happiness shall be ours.
- So mote it be.
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
Purple, shiny with edges, nooks, and crannies
Light bounces off and dances along the walls
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
The witch of the woods
makes a home in my heart and
conjures her magic
4:06 PM
24/9/19
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
A Wiccan woman
Sits
Starting
At her witch ball
And off to space
As she contemplates life
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC
honey,
we do not
burn down
with the fire —
we become it.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
the world will go down the same way it tried to hurt her —
through fire
and she will dance
in the debris.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 9:25 AM UTC
death by burning knows no era
and my demons have long
set me on fire.
i feel like a witch burning at the stake —
burning and screaming for too long now,
but give it time and maybe
even my nerves can learn to be numb,
even the lick of flames can grow cold;
and maybe even the ashes can feel like home.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 11:49 PM UTC
Tell me about the wicked witch of the west,
Tell me about her black pointy hat,
Her black screeching cat.
The night she flew thru the sky,
The night she touched the stars and danced for the moon,
Her dance a gift and a goodbye.
Tell me more about the wicked witch of the west,
Tell me about her auburn hair as it turned to dust,
Her angel voice, her last scream through the air it ******
Tell me about her godly form in the flame, her last words whispered
A deep cut through our chest.
Tell me more about my sister,
Tell me about the Wicked Witch of the West.
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
Rising heat
and the
various plastics, and metal. And cold
The cold that spreads and burns.
I can't see
but I know your form
and prise it from your hands,
Sweating.
The drip of the loosening end
and the fray
and the cut -
the cut that I make,
She mote it be that
indulgences rot in your palms if held for too long.
I think of berries all through winter
but fruits left in the mouth taste bitter
and the sugars burn.
Night passes, and heals me.
and the wheel turns.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
Blue skies, that fade to cream, that fade to a navy ache.
The sun and moon are poetry that only I awake -
What solitude.
Back home, I'm bleeding out
like rivulets to the sea
the sun and moon are a verse that only I can read
silent and soft, the touch of god
that bleeds down to the sea.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
Bide the Wiccan law ye must,
in perfect heart and perfect trust.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill
An' harm ye none, do what ye will.
What ye put forth comes back to thee,
so ever mind the rule of three.
Follow this with mind and heart,
Merry ye meet and merry ye part.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
.
I love her many faces,
they swim in my dreams eternal,
tantalising, playing, and held within,
breaking the shell to find the kernel.
The source of beauty beholden there,
brings succour to an aching heart,
chanting, singing, a pretty lullaby,
straight as an arrow, swift as a dart.
A veil of Wisdom hangs loose,
showing me the way with herbs,
aromatic, evocative, a hazy swoon,
a tranquil lake, a thrown stone disturbs.
I adore her seductive curves,
they dance in my time and space,
rhythmic, ****** and shown external,
a Wiccans kiss and a Womans grace.
© Pagan Paul (08/08/16)
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 6:24 AM UTC
If I die young, don't let my family put me in a church or place they deem holy, for its not holy to me.
If I die young, lay me down by the roots of an old oak tree.
Let the wind blows my hair and caress my cold skin
If I die young, take care of her.
Take care of the girl I taught like a daughter and loved like a sister
Teach her everything is okay and that I was once ashes and I will be ashes once more.
Tell her I loved her and give her all my possessions
Teach her that I will be okay and I will watch over her as she grows up strong and wise like I taught her.
If I die young, take care of my children.
The ones who fight against their monsters with battle axes and confidence that I'll be proud of them
Tell them I died fighting just as they are now
And tell them never to give up because I'm still so proud.
If I die young, burn me with the logs of trees long dead
Let my ashes spread through the sky and fall like fresh snow
Make sure to give everyone my best.
If I die young, please
Please don't forget about me
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
Protect my love and I
To bind our hearts together
To make it through each day
Hope the loves that's shared
Will last with us forever
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
May from the ashes, he will rise,
May he breathe the air of life,
Wake from your eternal slumber,
Sacred one from the dead,
He will walk among the living,
And see out of his dust-filled eyes,
Smell the beauty of his wife,
And forever live again with her,
He will cry and feel the pain,
With from the flames he has come,
And Hell's gates will close behind him,
As for his friend, and for his enemy,
In Pace Resquiscat
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
Ignorance is bliss
They say
who are they?
The ones sick
struck with blindness
Open up your eyes and see
pry open the lids refusing
Peer into the depths
& you will find
The very knowledge of God.
http://mystery-babylon.org/easter.html
https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070406165106AAErzIc
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC