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    Just thoughts and musings

    I am reminded of something told to me many years ago. That humanity is a broken race,and that there may come a time that the loss of the ego and the remembering of the true path of the spirit may heal this broken humanity.

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    Destination of heroes in the sky

    A dragon claims the mountain, with a wishful blinking eye
    A somewhat reluctant hero, makes a run to do or die
    A systematic journey, across a sky of crimson hue
    As you wake from this illusion, you wonder was that really you

    For every waking moment, there are moments when we fly
    Once in every lifetime, comes the moment when we die
    Before the trial is over, will we break the secret open
    With every breath we squander, we are searching for that token

    Once I was a child, with eyes of midnight blue
    You were dancing with the wind, trying to break through
    It was the breath of winter, that lay across the land
    The pleading voice of mercy, kneeling, asking for your hand

    Were we ever really innocent, to the pain that holds the day
    When did we pass through the portal, and finally loose our way
    Will we sing and dance like monsters, before the alter of our greed
    Can we break the ties that bind us, to the hollows of true need

    Would we know the inner secrets, no demands against the land
    Have we taken heed of dreaming saints, calling for a stand
    It is lonely by the rivers edge, soft and silent as a dove
    Into the east the stars are slowly sinking, falling from above



    Anunitu (C) 2002

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    Time of our lives

    I wandered across the ether, seeking something to abide
    I was the albatross's partner, floating,drifting on the tide
    I came upon a secret place,found I was not the only one with fears
    To fall upon the ashes, into the hollow filled with tears

    Never have I considered that my life has been in vain
    At the appointed moment, I will board my funeral train
    The Goddess always sends her gifts, some we may not desire
    But every gift she sends, has its reason, even quenching fire

    My mind may scream in anger, and my fists may clinch in rage
    But I must try to remember still, we are players on a stage
    Each ones part is central to the flowing of the time
    Each is given time enough, till they are called by Goddess chime

    I know that soon, I may be called to that last soliloquy, depart
    And perhaps someone will toss flowers, for my inspiring part
    But when I finish, and the lights begin to fade, I know tomorrow
    I will find myself another role to play, perhaps of love or sorrow

    Anunitu (C) June,2003

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    MAGIC is MAGIC,black OR white or even blood RED

    all i ever wanted was a normal life and love.
    NO TERF EVER WE belong Too.
    don't stop the tears.let them flood your soul.




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    my new page here,let me know what you think.


    nothing but the shadow of what was

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    Re: Just thoughts and musings

    here is a little secret,one can learn much about a person by their writing,and their musing. Everyone creates their own "Fingerprint" with their writing and with their spirit. I would suppose that a clever person could mask that identity by writing in quite another style. I would also consider that perhaps,just perhaps the soul shines through everything,and masks are an illusion.
    MAGIC is MAGIC,black OR white or even blood RED

    all i ever wanted was a normal life and love.
    NO TERF EVER WE belong Too.
    don't stop the tears.let them flood your soul.




    sigpic

    my new page here,let me know what you think.


    nothing but the shadow of what was

    witchvox
    http://www.witchvox.com/vu/vxposts.html

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      Re: Just thoughts and musings

      Really beautiful poetry! You couldn't be more right about writing. It's a lovely fingerprint indeed

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        Re: Just thoughts and musings

        Love the poetry, beautifully written.
        There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything. - Lord Byron

        Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. -
        William Wordsworth

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          Re: Just thoughts and musings

          Thinking and wondering about that guy tap dancing on my last nerve,and pondering just how much I could get for his organs on the black market.
          MAGIC is MAGIC,black OR white or even blood RED

          all i ever wanted was a normal life and love.
          NO TERF EVER WE belong Too.
          don't stop the tears.let them flood your soul.




          sigpic

          my new page here,let me know what you think.


          nothing but the shadow of what was

          witchvox
          http://www.witchvox.com/vu/vxposts.html

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