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Wiccan Poet

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

About Me

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My Interests

My interests are nature, and everything to do with her, the trees, the wind, the sun and of course the moon. My next love is for The Emerald Isle with her flowing green meadows and fresh clean air. (The Homeland) And last but certainly not least is poetry, and my search for my soulmate. (By the way soulmate if you read this will you let me know.)msprm name="movie"

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Music:

Irish folk songs from the Pogues,Lasairfhiona. Anything Celtic,but my favorite is Arlene Faith.Mr. Moon and the Beautiful Dream, Acustic Love Experience(absolutely love "Indiana Summer"),Chrys Davis, Tool, A Perfect Circle, Lucana Coil, Sublime, things in that range of music. Early nineties bands like Nirvana of course, Alice in chains, Pearl Jam, and Sound Garden. New bands like Incubus, Hooba Stank, Three Doors Down, Buck Cherry.( those are all just off the top of my head, but there are countless artists that i enjoy listening to.). Almost forgot Tenacious D... width="425" height="350" ..

Movies:

Old horror flicks...dark comadies and yes romantic comadies alright.

Television:

Anything funny. (Two word sentence....not bad huh?)

Books:

The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe. Various other wrighters and bards. Typically I try to stay out of the main stream but I am not completely apposed to it, if there is something good then it is good and not much can corrupt it.

Heroes:


Ye Wiccan Rede Bide Ye Wiccan laws ye must in perfect love and perfect trust Live and let live, fairly take and fairly give For the circle thrice about to keep all evil spirits out To bind ye spell every time, let ye spell be spake in rhyme Soft of eye, light of touch, speak ye lityl, listen much Deosil go by the waxing moon, singing out ye Witches' Rune Widdershins go by the waning moon, chanting out ye Baneful Rune When the Lady's moon is new, kiss your hand to her times two When the moon rides at her peak, then ye hearts' desire seek Heed the North winds' mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss ye on the mouth When the wind blows from the West, departed souls may have no rest When the wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast Nine woods in ye cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow Elder be ye Lady's tree, burn it not or cursed ye'll be When the wheel begins to turn, soon ye beltain fire'll burn When the wheel hath turned a Yule, light a log the Horned One rules Heed ye flower, bush, and tree, by the Lady blessed be Where the rippling waters flow, cast a stone and truth ye'll know When he have and hold a need harken not to others' reed With a fool no seasons spend, nor be counted as his friend Merry meet and merry part, bright the cheeks and warm the heart Mind ye threefold law ye should, three times band and three times good When misfortune is anow, wear the star upon your brow True in love ye must ever be, lest thy love be falst to thee In these eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill, an ye harm none, do what ye will.

You are The Magician

Skill, wisdom, adaptation. Craft, cunning, depending on dignity.

Eleoquent and charismatic both verbally and in writing, you are clever, witty, inventive and persuasive.

The Magician is the male power of creation, creation by willpower and desire. In that ancient sense, it is the ability to make things so just by speaking them aloud. Reflecting this is the fact that the Magician is represented by Mercury. He represents the gift of tongues, a smooth talker, a salesman. Also clever with the slight of hand and a medicine man - either a real doctor or someone trying to sell you snake oil.

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My Blog

cell

Time hold us to the minute. It dries the writs like pennacillun. each of these men hold a pentagram. so ease up on the slurs.   imagine this fucking cell, should've combined one brain.....one cel...
Posted by Wiccan Poet on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 07:55:00 PST

maybe a poem

Visit again white elephant. Who sent you to the loom? Shall we sever everything? Ponder this while we ponder why we're starting to follow crows, and climbing the ladder somewhere out to really begin t...
Posted by Wiccan Poet on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 01:58:00 PST

5am

Why am I awake at 5 am on the weekend. I slept very restlessly.....a sleep racked with vivid dreams of a past life that im  not sure I lived. Is it possible to see someone else's past life? Is it...
Posted by Wiccan Poet on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 04:08:00 PST

Never again

Never again will you see these eyes, Never again will you hear these lies. Never again ........FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!   Poet
Posted by Wiccan Poet on Sun, 06 May 2007 05:35:00 PST

You can never go home

Where once was light, now darkness looms. Where once was love, love is no more. Dont say goodbye. Dont say we didnt try. These tears we cry are falling rain. For all the lies you told us, the hurt, th...
Posted by Wiccan Poet on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 08:00:00 PST

Fuck

The lines on his face run deep, as he sits alone incapibable of sleep. His mind wanders to the glories of his past, but it seems his demons have caught up with him at last. He smells her sweet perfume...
Posted by Wiccan Poet on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 07:50:00 PST

Day Dream

And the sun was shining........ the fall breeze smelt sweet...... thought i heard the garden gate squeek..... and a footstep touched the ground. She entered (her essence) and fell into my arms. The s...
Posted by Wiccan Poet on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 12:08:00 PST

My Heart

My whole heart is yours!                                &n...
Posted by Wiccan Poet on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 10:58:00 PST

I tried today....

I tried today Not to let her steal my thoughts, but failed... I tried today not to let her have my heart, but failed.. I tried today not to make her smile, but failed... I tried today not to hear her ...
Posted by Wiccan Poet on Sat, 04 Nov 2006 12:55:00 PST

Can you tell?......

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,blue skies from pain.Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?A smile from a veil?Do you think you can tell?And did they get you to trade your h...
Posted by Wiccan Poet on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 06:59:00 PST