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Solitaire Archer Mar 2014
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!!~•❤•~
David Rombouts Sep 2014
A cool Autumn day thinking, wondering
When will we come to enjoy one another
Lost, clueless in endless slumbering
There are enough people to like rather just mother

To think we could manage without someone else
Would be ignorant of the world around us
And to isolate would get you stuck to a shelf
Where to retrack, you'll need more than a compass

Escaping distrust would be no easy task
Although it would be worth the constant struggle
Revealing the true face behind that mask
Could end up as an ultimate snuggle

While looking back, we see the issues
Which could be mended with time and care
'Though sometimes we'll need more than tissues
To recover from the heat in the air

In the end, coming to discover
Few using more of each moment
We grab sight of both the other
And realize, never being so broken
Throughout life you make your way through many friendships, and to truly become part of them, one would have to see behind the scenes and accept the flaws.
Nathan Pival Jul 2015
When things fall apart
It's too easy to judge
Point a finger
Blame them
Shift the weight
Off your plate
By the time you quit steaming
It will be too late

Take responsibility
And own up
To the steps you took
Down the wrong path
Sometimes it's better to look back
So you can retrack
Fix your steps
Instead of stepping on a mine
Quit wasting time

Easier to blame
Than understand
Waiting to argue
Rather than listen
You have the patience of a kitten

All your energy
Used on fighting
Something as credible
As a bigfoot sighting

It's better to stop fighting
And stop and think
No one is perfect
All of our **** stinks
Taking it back to real hip hop this new **** needs to stop
Fools in it for the money and not fro props
I remember when mcs used to make the mics pop
Ain't no such thing as too much music but such thing as bad music
I only appeal to the real steal your appeal
Sike I'm in it for street real and the people's who feel
This real **** I spit the hardest in the pit
Full of snakes i shake the bake that means im untouched nine will make ya double dutch say what?
Dead men can't talk know ****** who'll hawk and bite before they bark lite me a spark
To the tips of blunts let's my mind pull dangerous stunts
I'm aimmin' at emcees neck with the tech make ya soul sweat
One man threat can't be checked
If I'm the checker ultimate wrecker king me hoes bring me
Money like ozone my lyrics prone to make ya wanna do grown
Things bling bling bling let the beat sing once my vocals touch begins the recording y'all still boarding
On the wack air waves **** the air plays I rock old school everyday either way no matter what you say
I'm still grinding makin'
Dineros grande yeahh


As the games unraveling fools still traveling
Outta bounds see the desert bird for ears that heard
Nothing but rumors wounds grew on ya like tumors born pass the baby boomers I'm generation Plex next so who wanna flex?
With the rap Jurassic flows fantastic money acrobatic Makin static
Everytime I touch a mic
Make ya wanna rewrite just to recite ya own misery it ain't no mystery my metaphors like claws
Slash though careers instill your deepest fears
A scarecrow the realist ***** who loves to pop pistols
Not for show but for others to know
My flows golden conquer the world **** near Napoleon
Your body played like an accordion
I be rap guardian
An angel beatin' all angle dimensions tension once I strengthen fool turn to religions
No escapin' my Hellbound souls drown and found
In tbe lake of fire my yielding desires set the game on fire without a match put away the coke batch we make racks from rhymes that stack on tracks splittin' heads like splits of Mack's
Make ya wanna retrack cuz they present to **** wack
I make my hits Everytime and you can tell buy how i shine...
BPIII Apr 2019
So many questions yet I've tired of the search. For what may be answered I might not wish to find. Illness creeps behind me with death patiently waiting at it's side, like wounded pray I begin to fade. Trying vigorously to retrack my steps as to find a shelter I may have once mistaken as refuge , I fall to the realization ,I now am alone. So many smiles and false pretenses of hope do dance through the crowded quarters of my inner being. Standing as reminders of how in strength, ones posture may just as well define true stance in the eyes of those who judge with conviction, yet are,  blind to the imprisonment contained within reflection.
Night falls over, and here in darkness I lay to rest. Dreams of memory long since pondered keep replaying as to ad insult to an already overwhelming state of injury. Not even alone can I hide from the inevitable, for In all my steps away from harm, I seem to have dangerously stumbled past my true self .......

© BPIII
Bowedbranches Dec 2021
Stumbling Backward
Won't retrack
her footprints
burrowed I  the dirt
Soles won't turn red
At the time,
I liked to hide my embarrassment
Clinging to the edges
The best I could physically do


Stomach Bubbles
The tension inconsistent
Rummaging around in my
Squishy equipment
What does that mean  . ???
Well let's get intruiged
About it!!!
Whoop Whoop
Shoo now we talking


My feet scuffing the wreckage
Like brushstrokes
Dabbing watercolor mothers
To provide peace for
An orphans anguish
Help me
prevent the brain-slip
PrettyPlease

I refuse to be the patient  (AGAIN)
To be a victim
Or another vagrant
Wishing and a Waiting
My little life away
A villain or a crit-i-cal
Mistake
A Feeling
From the clinically insane
Another Innocent pedestrian
Locked in a cage
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2020
The right to remember,
the right to recall

The right to uncover,
the right to forestall

The right to nostalgia,
the right to look back

The right to remember
—the right to retrack

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
:(
oh it's done now
i'm really kicked out
hurt your feelings
and you hurt mine
all we did
was waste each other's time
can't be cordial
or pretend to be nice
you raise your fist
i pull a knife
i can not stand down
not this time
why must i always
be the one to apologize
and now we're just drifting
apart faster everyday
you won't get to
see this pain
i hate you for not
seeing it in the first place
i say i don't mind
but that's just what i say
in all reality
i actually hate
that you continue to
smile to my face
then leave
and laugh behind my back
i'm sick of having
to retrack
find my place
and hope i won't relapse
it's *******
i never can relax
have to be concerned
with your fears and needs
while i am
silently suffering
you could
care less about me
i kiss your wounds
you watch me bleed
i memorize your voice
you leave me on seen
gone as far as
blocking me
i gave you years of my patience
and now you leave
**** this *****
because i wish you cared
but i got tired
of being scared
that you would leave
disappear into thin air
and you kinda did
but i know you're still there
you just chose
to be with them
those people you hate
that you call friends
you left me
again
i'm done crawling back
this time you'll repent
but you haven't
so this must be the end
**** this *****
i didn't want you to go
i wanted you to appreaciate me
to stop being an *******
just wanted you to
think about how all of this made me feel
you walked away
and it just doesnt feel real
:(

— The End —