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Just to Dance

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Just some random thoughts that ran through my head in the form of poetry. Yes, I actually do think in verse. Anyway, I'm looking towards Ma Kali to decapitate this melancholy I seem to be stuck in lately. Here's to a future containing a spontaneous series of up-notes.


Branches break against gale force
Yet the maples dance with subtle grace.

Ripped from limb to limb
They continue to move in rhythm.

Am I like the tree;
Destroying myself just to dance?

If so, who is the wind;
Who will be my partner in obliteration?

Is it a selfish wish to want someone to dance with?

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Art: Phallus-seas of Phallus-ies

Monday, July 30, 2007

I sat down here to write something worthwhile but ended up deleting everything that came out. I just seem to be a bit fried today. My brain is not doing my bidding. So, instead of forcing it I think I'll just listen to it and do something a little mindless. I don't know what that is yet, but I'm going to go look for it.

I've posted that painting I talk about a few days ago to make up for my lack of verbage today. (Just for you Wynyfryd) Yeah it's weird, but I already warned you about that. He He.

If anyone has a virtual smack on the ass to get my mind going again please feel free to take a swing. :)

Phallus-seas of Phallus-ies by Lee Hutchings

Text reads:
Looking for a little soul placation
On this dry hump vacation
With little to no vibration;
Floating in phallus-seas of phallus-ies,
Swimming to shore on my knees.

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Goddess Inspired Poetry

Sunday, July 22, 2007

I found this free e-book on Lulu.com last night while publishing my own little written venture. It's called Maiden, Mother, Crone - A Celebration of All Goddesses and it's written by LeRoy McKitrick.

LeRoy writes about the Goddess, the women in his life, and the Goddess inside those women. It's truly lovely and only 36 pages long - so a nice quick read for those of us without a bulk amount of spare time. I've pasted two of his poems below. Give them a read then head over to Lulu to download this little treasure.

I found some other Goddess-y ebooks too, but I haven't had the time to read them just yet. When I do I'll let you know how they are.
"Untitled"

Matrilineal bloodlines
forever as true
never will it be questioned.
-The womb you grew in
shall always be the same.
The seed you grew from can
never be proven to be
your genesis.
Your roots can only lead
back to the Goddess.

"Untitled"

WITH GIANT STRIDES THAT
MARK OUT THE PRIMEVAL
HEARTBEAT OF AN EARTH
NOT SEEN BY LIGHT OF DAY
SHE PERMEATES ALL WITH
HER SIGHT.
AMONGST THE TREES NOTHING
IS HIDDEN, UNKNOWN.
A FERAL GRIN ERUPTS ON
HER LIPS AS SHE BREATHES
IN, SCENTING, TASTING, TOUCHING…
KNOWING –
MOONLIGHT BREAKS INTO TATTERED
SHARDS OFF GLACIAL BLUE EYES
THAT SAY –
I AM WOMAN
ALL THAT I AM AND ALL THAT
I WILL BE
KNOW ME AND FEAR ME
FOR THE MOON IS MY SISTER
AND THE WOLF MY MATE
I AM THE GODDESS!
SHE THUNDERS ON.

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Poem: The Pythia Speaks

Thursday, April 26, 2007

(A completely free form work in progress. Comments welcome.)

I walk the corridors,
Laurel branch in hand

Strings of dappled light
Invade the darkness
And the smoke of incense
Fills my lungs

The tripod waits
Where from my lips spill
The forgotten mysteries
Of the endless serpent

The sweet perfume ascends
From the swollen Earth
Like the vapors of a flowered brew

My young body shakes
And pulses
With the spirit of the Mother

The supplicants gape
In wonder
In horror

They don't know it is the Earth that speaks
Through me,
Her priestess

It is the Earth that quakes beneath them
And not the God of the Sun
But ancient Mother Gaia they invoke

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