the dark side

I believe humanity was born from conflict. Maybe that's hy in all of us lives a dark side. Some of us choose to embrace it. Some have no choice. The rest of us fight it. And in the end, it's as natural as the air we breathe. At some point, all of us are forced to face the truth. Ourselves. For most of us that day has come. Most of us faced someone who chose to embrace his/her dark side, and by doing so, that someone took our humanity. Everyday since, we have put on a mask to hide what now suffocates us. The truth. And nothing speaks louder than the truth.

Annabel Lee - Edgar Allen Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love
I and my Annabel Lee
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me;
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea
In her tomb by the side of the sea.

finding the one

I had this friend who used to say there's someone for everyone. That no matter who you are, there's one person out there who can make you happy. One person who can make you whole.
I don't know if that's true or not, but it is a comforting idea. Comforting that is, until you start to think about all the people who never find the one. I mean it's a big world. You can spend your whole life looking and never find that person. Or worse, you could cross paths with your soul mate and never even know it.
But what if there was a way to prevent these missed connections?
What if you could look at the person who's right for you and just know?
Say you were born with something that only one other person in the world had. Then you'd never walk away from your one true love.
Wouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be a whole lot better?
Destiny is just destiny. Sometimes two people just find eachother

Destiny's crossroad

There are certain moments in our lives that are pregnant with posibility: end of highschool, the day we marry, the day we die. These are the times we seem to be standing at destiny's crossroads, waiting for Fate to deliver the next bend in the road, waiting for a message from above.
You can't runaway from your future, you have to run to it, nomatter how far it is.

dreams and death

The only place that any of us are truly free is in our dreams. We can cast off the shackles of our daily lives, we can go anywhere we wanna go, we can be any version of ourselves that we wanna be.
Kids say that there's one thing you can't do in your dreams - you can't die, but if you acctually die in your dream, you'll die in real life too. We laugh at that idea as we get older, but I wonder sometimes, can we ever be absolutelly sure that those kids are wrong? I mean, if your dream does kill you, you're not around to talk about it, right? They call it a heart attack, most say you died in your sleep, but they'll never know what actually happened - is that your worst nightmare finally caught up with you??

TIME

Time is priceless, yet it costs us nothing.

You can do anything you want with it, but own it.

You can spend it, but you can't keep it.

And once you've lost it, there's no getting it back.

It's just gone.

We waste time just by holding on to anger.

About family

The great plays, the great movies, the great books that have been written about family, they will all like you to believe that blood is thicker than water, but in real life, a broken heart can sometimes make blood run thin and water run thick.

Family - it's our rock, our salvation. These are the people we are closest to in the whole world. They share our dreams, they share our blood. And yet, it's often those closest to us are capable of hurting us most deeply.

"To be or not to be" - that was not the question in Hamlet. The question was "How could my uncle kill my father and marry my mother?" Is that what they mean by family entertainment?

Real life is even more frightening. A world's famous player it's accused of strangling his wife. Two brothers are found guilty of massacring their parents. And the Government tells us that almost 16% of the murders commited in this country are perpetrated by one family member against another.

Obsessions and will power

Imagine you have in front of you a tray full of goodies. Looks pretty tempting, doesn't it? But what if I told you that each one of these delicious little cookies has almost a thousand calories - would it make you want one anyless? Me neither, and that's normal.

We all wants things that we know are bad for us. Everyone has dangerous fascinations and unhealthy fixations. Some of them are a little harder to explain than others, but most of us know how to keep our impulses in check. We use will power to fight our darker instincts.

Unfortunatelly, for others, will power just isn't enough. The siren call of one's own obsessions is simply too strong to resists.

The thing we used to want, becomes the thing we now need - our obsession becomes our compulsion, until eventually we realize pursuing the one thing we want most in life has left us without much of a life at all.

But in the end, our compulsions are still there, even after they've pushed us to the brink of death, or guided us into places of unimaginable horror.

electricity - power - serendipity

From the second we awaken from a night slumber we depend on, now we take for granted all sorts of invisible, silent and violent systems that make our modern lives possible.
Take for instance an alarm clock - before it can do it's job and wake us up, it has to have power.
Water, coal and wind power are harnessed by tourbines and turned into: electricity, which is then sent through cables that are over our heads and under out feet... so it's easy to forget that in any given time we are surrounded by thousands or millions or billions of wolts of electricity coursing all around us.
Even something as simple as frying an egg - begins thousands of feet underground, where carcases of prehystoric plants and animals are poulverized into gas and sucked out of the ground and processed and then piped all across the country through over 1 million miles of pipes. All of it there to heat us and make having a hot breakfast easier.
And then, there's that modern miracle we call CAR - build around the internal combustion engine. The average car holds anywhere from 12 to 16 gallons (45 - 65 liters) of gasoline - that's somewhere between 100 and 150 pounds (50 - 75 kg) of instantly combustible liquid. It also contains a batery and at least 6 to 8 quarts (liters) of oil.
If you stop and think about it, taken as it's some of its parts, it's really a rolling bomb - equipped with stereo sound and adjustible seats.
But we don't do that. We don't think of it in pieces. We think of it as a hole. It's a car...my car...our car...and i love it....and we love it....

Power - it takes many forms, revealing itself in many ways.

The idea that a waterfall a thousand miles away makes it possible for me to turn on a lamp, seems like magic. That I can fill a bathtub with hot water in the middle of the night, makes no logical sense either.

Electricity, serendipity - they both surround us, both doing their work....silently...invisibly....

VISION

Vision comes in many shapes and many forms. There's the kind of vision our eyes afford us; there's the kind of vision our wisdom affords us and there's the kind of vision that comes from things sensed, things dreamt, and there's the kind of vision that comes from patience and persistance

DREAD vs HOPE

Dread - it comes unannounced and then comsumes our feelings with it's irrational sense of doom. Have you ever had that feeling of dread? I'm not talking about fear...fear is immediate, fear is what kicks in when you're confronted with danger; a mugger with a gun, a stranger in your house... I'm talking about dread. Dread is persistent... it gnaws at you. You can't ignore it. It just won't go away. Because that's what dread is. It's worrying about something you can't do anything about.

Dread can affect your job, your home, alter your entire personality.

Hope, like dread, it often comes unannounced, and then thankfully intoxicates us and innoculates our feelings with an irrational sense of joy and optimism.

Hope is the high. Dread is the low.

I guess life is the stuff in between...

DREAMS

Some say sleep is the death of each day's life,

But I say sleep is the gateway to our dreams,

And our dreams are the map of our humanity.

Our dreams contain our memories.

If a little dreaming is dangerous,

the cure for it is not to dream less,

but to dream more.

Dream all the time

NOTHING CHANGES ON ITS OWN

The end of one journey is always the beginning of another.

Change is painful and always comes with a cost.

It hurts to bear those costs, but we can't allow that to sway us.

Tomorrow is a mystery, the only thing we can do is face it with resolve.

We move forward, always forward into what's next.

We make a choice, we act on that choice, and all that's left is to live in hope.

THE FAIRYTALE OF MIDIR AND ETAIN

The Fairytale is based on the story of the Fairy King Midir and his love for the beautiful princess Etain. It is a story of great love, jealousy, secrets and endurance, in which Etain is banished and transformed into a pool of water, from which she emerges as a butterfly. Although immortal she is born a mortal child, one thousand and twelve years after her first birth.

After being defeated by the Milesians, the people of Dana built vast palaces inside the hills of Ireland and their country was a land where all the inhabitants will remain young forever and where death and sorrow is unknown.

Midir the Proud was a Faery Prince and he lived on Slieve Callary, a hill near to Dublin. He was married to Fumnach but one day he fell in love with a beautiful maiden called Etain and he married her. Fumnach became jealous of Etain, for her beauty was famous through the land. So she went to a druid and by a magic spell they turned Etain into a butterfly, raised a storm and blew her out of Midir's palace.

For seven years she was forced to fly up and down the country. One day she was blown in through one of the windows of the faery palace of the god of love Angus of the Birds. He recognised Etain since people of the Faery can never be hidden from one another. He couldn't break the spells on her but Angus kept her in his palace and gave her his love.

After some happy years with Angus, Fumnach discovered Etain again, and again she sent a tempest blowing her all around Ireland. She got into the palace of the King of Leinster during a banquet, fell off a beam where she was resting for a while and dropped into a goblet of wine that the Queen drank.

Nine months later Etain was born again as the King's daughter and apparently a mortal child. She was named Etain and she grew up as beautiful as she was before.

The High King of Ireland at that time was looking for a wife and while he was out hunting one day he saw Etain and married her. They lived in happiness until the Great Assembly at Tara.

On the first day of the Reunion, Etain was out watching the games when a rider on a white steed came towards her. Only the maiden could see him and hear the invitation that he gave her to come back with him to the land of Youth. He was Midir the Proud, her first love. But Etain couldn't remember her past and answered that she was happy with her husband and needed his permission to come.

After a few days Midir the Proud came back again and challenged the king to play the game of chess with him. Midir lost the first two battles but won the 3rd and he had the right to ask a stake. He asked to the King to have one kiss from his wife Etain. The king told him to come back one month later and he could obtain his stake. Until the day that Etain saw Midir, she began to recall her past with her loved Midir and loved him again. Then came the day in which Midir could obtain his stake but the King surrounded his palace and all the hill of Tara with armed hosts.

In the meanwhile the High King was inside the palace and was having a feast with his nobles and warriors; Etain was serving the wine to their guests. Suddenly Midir appeared in the middle of the banquet, with all his power and beauty. He encircled Etain with his right arm and gently they were wafted up in the air and out through a window. When the king and his nobles rushed out of the door, all they could see were two white swans flying over the palace.

I AM PAGAN - Selena Fox

I am Pagan. I am a part of the whole of Nature. The Rocks, the Animals, the Plants, the Elements, and Stars are my relatives. Other humans are my sisters and brothers, whatever their races, colors, genders, sexual orientations, ages, nationalities, religions, lifestyles. Planet Earth is my home. I am a part of this large family of Nature, not the master of it. I have my own special part to play and I seek to discover and play that part to the best of my ability. I seek to live in harmony with others in the family of Nature, treating others with respect.

I am Pagan. I celebrate the changing seasons, the turning of the Wheel of the Year. I celebrate with singing, dancing, feasting, rituals, and in other ways. I celebrate each turn of the Wheel with personal spiritual practices and by taking part in community festivals.

Samhain, commonly known as Halloween, is a time for gazing into the future and for paying homage to my Ancestors and other loved ones in the Spirit world. I work magic for greater religious freedom for Pagan peoples and humankind as a whole. I celebrate the Wiccan and Celtic spiritual New Year.

Yule, the Winter Solstice, is a festival of peace and a celebration of waxing solar light. I honor the new Sun child by burning a oaken Yule log in a sacred fire. I honor the Great Goddess in her many Great Mother aspects, and the Father God as Santa in his Old Sky God, Father Time, and Holly King forms. I decorate my home with lights and with holly, ivy, mistletoe, evergreens and other herbs sacred to this season. I ring in the new Solar year with bells.

At the beginning of February, I celebrate Candlemas, known to ancient Celts as Imbolc and to contemporary Americans as Groundhog's Day. I focus on spiritual purification and clearing away blockages to prepare for the coming of Spring and new growth. During this festival, I light candles to honor Brigid and I invite her to inspire my artistic works and guide my healing practice. I give offerings of seeds to wild birds.

At the time of the Spring Equinox, I welcome the renewal of Spring and celebrate the greening of the Earth by dressing in green myself. I honor the Teutonic Goddess Ostara and the spirit of the Rabbit, Her consort. I color eggs with friends and divine choices for new growth.

Beltane at the beginning of May is a festival of fertility and pleasure. I dress in bright colors and wear a garland of flowers in my hair. I dance the Maypole to bless gardens and creative projects. I leap the Beltane bonfire for good luck. I place flowers at the Bast Sacred Cat Shrine and other sacred sites.

Summer Solstice time, also known as Midsummer and Litha, is a grand gathering time when I greet old friends and meet new ones. I dance with them around a sacred bonfire to the magic rhythms of drums. I honor my spiritual community and tribe. I celebrate Pagan culture. I add stones to the sacred Stone Circle on Circle Sanctuary land with prayers for planetary harmony and well-being.

As August arrives, I celebrate Lammas, also known as Lughnassad. At this festival, I honor the height of Summer and prosperity. I not only give thanks for wild and cultivated plants and for blessings that are starting to come to fruition, but I also pray for continued abundance. I break and eat bread with others in ritual and I give bread and herb offerings to the Goddesses and Gods of agriculture.

Fall Equinox, which some call Mabon, is the time of thanksgiving for all the harvests I've reaped during the growing time. I give thanks for food I have received from the gardens and fields and for other blessings which have come into my life. I return to the Mother Earth offerings that come from the best of the fruit, vegetables, herbs, nuts, and other food stuffs I've gathered.

And at Samhain, this Wheel of the Year starts again.

I am Pagan. I also honor the seasons of life within my life's journey -- beginnings, growth, fruition, harvest, endings, rest, and beginnings again. Life is a Circle with many cycles. With every Ending comes a new Beginning. Within Death there is the promise of Rebirth.

I am Pagan. I see circles of change and renewal not only within my own life's journey, but in my heritage. I see my life as a circle that connects with the life circles of my ancestors. They are part of me and my life. The ancient wisdom of Nature's Renewal and Recycling is embodied in the crests of two of my Ancestoral clans. From my German ancestors of my mother's mother's lineage is the totem of the heron, a family emblem signifying perseverance and renewal after difficulties. From my Celtic ancestors of my father's father's lineage is the crest bearing the symbol of a hewn oak tree sprouting new branches and leaves from its stump, enclosed in a circle with the motto, Iterum Viriscit, which means It grows Green again. These symbols and motto remind me not only of my own renewal and the renewal of Nature, but also the renewal of Pagan philosophy on this planet that is part of my life's work as a Pagan priestess.

I am Pagan. Intentional consciousness change, Magic, is part of my spirituality. For every problem there is at least one workable solution as well as opportunity for growth. I create my own reality with my thoughts, feelings, and actions. Whatever I send out always returns. I seek to abide by the Wiccan Rede: "And It Harm None, Do What You Will." When I do magic in rituals, before I raise and direct energy, I seek always to look at the larger picture of which my needs are just a part. I endeavor to work for the best for all as well as to help myself. When problems come my way, I seek to understand their cause and messages as part of my finding a solution. In doing healing work, I seek to address the underlying spiritual causes of disease, rather than only focusing on relief of its symptoms.

I am Pagan. I work magic by the Moon to help and to heal others, myself, and the Planet. The Triple Goddess of the Moon guides me. I activate beginnings in the Waxing, energize manifestations at the Full, and clear away obstructions with the Waning and Dark. I take part in rituals at the New and Full Moons, and I know that my Circles are part of a great web of Circles that meet at these times around Planet Earth.

I am Pagan. I embrace Pantheism, acknowledging that the Divine is everywhere and in everything. I honor the Divine that is within the oak trees in the forest, in the herbs in the garden, in the wild birds singing in the trees, in the rock outcroppings on the hillside, in myself, and yes, even in "things" such as my car, cameras, and computers. I understand that everything with a physical body has a spiritual body, too. The physical and spiritual are deeply intertwined, not separate, in this world of form. I honor the interconnectedness of Creator and Creation.

I am Pagan. I know that Divinity has many facets and I experience this through a variety of Goddesses, Gods, and other spiritual forms. I also honor Divine Oneness, the Unity of All. My personal encounters with Pagan Goddesses, Gods, and other Divine forms have transformed and enriched my life. Hecate appeared at a Death to teach me of release and rebirth. As a young child, Artemis flowed through me and helped me ward off a would-be rapist. Selena of the Full Moon brings me visions and my name. Sacred Sun energizes me.

Yemaya of the Ocean cleanses and renews me. I have heard Pan play his pipes in the woods. Dionysius awakens within me the joys of spontaneity and ecstatic bliss and teaches me the mysteries of androgyny. I have experienced the union of Goddess and God while making love with my mate in the garden. Bast has helped me deepen my connections with my Cat friends. Cernunnos has appeared to me in the forest as a Stag. Isis has spoken to me in bursts of radiance in the deep of the Night and in flows of energy through my hands in doing healings. Saturn has given me lessons about discipline, time, and organic agriculture. Lady Liberty protects me as I work for religious freedom for Wiccans and other Pagans. Mother Earth guides my work on behalf of this Planet. I also experience the Divine as totem animals, plant allies, and as other forms in my dreams, in guided inner journeys, and while questing for vision alone in the wilderness.

I am Pagan. My spiritual practices include self-acceptance and understanding, instead of self-rejection. I share my views with others when I sense it is right, but I do not proselytize, claiming my way is the only true right way for everyone. There are many paths up the mountain of spiritual understanding, not just one path.

I am Pagan. My worship takes the form of Divine communion with Nature. As part of my worship, I founded and caretake a sacred Nature preserve, Circle Sanctuary. I do rituals at special places there, such as in the Stone Circle atop a sacred mound; on Spirit Rock high above the valleys; in the Magic Circle garden; by outdoor shrines; in the indoor Temple room; and in the ancient sandstone rock shelters that housed the ancient ones that lived on this land thousands of years ago. I also do rituals elsewhere on the land and at other places, outdoors and indoors. My worship and rituals can be anywhere since my sacred circle is portable. Wherever I am, I can set up a circle around a sacred sphere with seven invocations: to the four compass point directions, to the Cosmos above, to the Planet below, and to Spiritual Integration in the center.

I am Pagan. I journey to the Otherworld in my dreams, meditations, and rituals. I use sacred tools to aid me in my journeys and my magic making. These include cauldrons, crystals, candles, censors of incense, chalices of water, pentacles of salt, dishes of soil, feathers, bells, brooms, rattles, drums, wands, staffs, blades, mirrors, and a variety of divination tools, including Tarot cards, I Ching yarrow stalks, and Rune stones. I fly with my consciousness through time and space. I explore other dimensions and then I return with insights, knowledge, and power. I go between the worlds for healing, growth and transformation. Intuitive, psychic perception is a natural, not supernatural, part of my daily life.

I am Pagan. I attune myself to the four elements of Nature -- Earth, Air, Fire, Water -- and to the fifth element, Spirit, which is the spiritual force that connects all. I see these Elements in Nature -- the Earth in the soil and rocks; the Air in the winds and atmosphere; the Fire as the lightning, fires, and electricity; the Water in the springs, rivers, oceans, rain, and other waters on the planet; and the Spirit as Divine Unity. I also see these Elements as aspects of Self -- my physical body and physiology is my Earth; my intellect and thoughts my Air; my will and actions my Fire; my emotions and feelings my Water; and my Inner Self, my Soul, is my Spirit. I endeavor to keep myself healthy and in balance in all these parts of Self. I work toward a restoring of balance of the Elements in the environment.

I am Pagan. I hear the cries of Mother Earth who is upset with the harm being done to the environment by humankind. I am dismayed by the pollution of the air, the soil, and the waters, and by the domination games being played by nations with the fire of nuclear missles and other weapons of mass destruction. I also am concerned about spiritual pollution on the Planet -- selfishness, hatred, greed for money and power, addiction, violence, despair. Yet as I perceive these problems, I also perceive cleansing and healing happening on Planet Earth at this time. I know that I can help in at least a small way to bring the Planet into greater balance by seeking balance in my own life, by being a catalyst for restoring balance in the lives of others, and by working for a better environment. I know that my attitudes and my way of living can make a difference. I endeavor to be a channel for healing and balance. I make the practice of environmental responsibility a personal part of my daily life. I endeavor to live in harmony with the other members of the family of Nature.

I am Pagan. Nature Spirituality is my religion and my life's foundation. Nature is my spiritual teacher and holy book. I am part of Nature and Nature is part of me. My understanding of Nature's inner mysteries grows as I journey on this spiritual path.

THE WITCHES CREED

Hear now the words of thee witches,

The secrets we hid into the night,

When magic was our destiny's pathway,

That now we bring forth into light.

Mysterious water and fire,

The earth and the whispering air,

By hidden knowledge we know them,

And will and keep silent and dare.

The birth and rebirth of all nature,

The passing of winter and spring,

We share with the life universal,

Rejoice in the magical ring.

Four times in the year the Great Sabbat

Returns, and the witches are seen

At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,

On May Eve and old Halloween.

When day time and night time are equal,

When sun is at greatest and least,

The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,

And Witches gather in feast.

Thirteen silver moons in a year are,

Thirteen is the coven's array.

Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,

For each golden year and a day.

The power that was passed down the ages,

Each time between woman and man,

Each century unto the other,

Ere time and the ages began.

When drawn is the magickal circle,

By sword or athame of power,

Its compass between two worlds lies,

In land of the shades for that hour.

This world has no right then to know it,

And world of beyond will tell naught.

The oldest of Gods are invoked there,

The Great work of magick is wrought.

For the two are mystical pillars,

That stand at the gate of the shrine,

And two are the powers of nature,

The forms and the forces divine.

The dark and the light in succession,

The opposites each unto each,

Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:

Of this our ancestors teach.

By night he's the wild wind's rider,

The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.

By day he's the King of the Woodland,

The dweller in green forest glades.

She is youthful or old as she pleases,

She sails the torn clouds in her barque,

The bright silver lady of midnight,

The crone who weaves spells in the dark.

The master and mistress of magic,

That dwell in the deeps of the mind,

Immortal and ever-renewing,

With power to free or to bind.

So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,

And dance and make love in their praise,

Till realms of the Gods receive us,

In peace at the end of our days.

And do what you will be the challenge,

So be it love that harms none,

For this is the only commandment.

By Magic of old, be it done!

THE SILENCE OF A SOUL

You're an old soul trapped in a young body.

Go beyond the limits of what you know even if you're affraid.

Try everything. Feel everything, if only once...

There are all kinds of silences, and each of them means a different thing...

There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city...

There is silence after a rainy storm which differs from the silence before the storm...

Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of it's quality may linger in the silence that follows...it is a soundless echo...

LOST

Free, hours spent alone

Dream, reality unknown

Peace, never ending fight

Charm, twisting into spite.

Bleed, degeneration does him good

Scream, always knew he would

Weak, sees it on his face

Reap, she put him in his place.

There's something lurking inside of him

Anger, rage and lust, abandonment

Misleading tales, from the other side

Confuse and burn, it's just another lie.

Burden themselves, with introspection

Riddles unsolved, and so they shall remain

She pipes a song for fools in desperation

Like leading rats through the streets on a whim.

A SCARRY STORY

There's this guy, a regular guy... he's a banker, an add person, whatever, the point is that he's really stressed out, and he decides to get a cabin in the woods, by himself for the weekend.

He packs his SUV, he brings things from work, like work stuff, and then he brings books, and he brings his dog - a golden retriever, and he starts driving up to the mountains.

When he's driving, he hears on the radio that an inmate has escaped from a local insane asylum. So he hears this news, and he doesn't care, whatever, he wants to relax.

He has a fantastic day at the cabin, does all sorts of adventurous things, and at night, he's exhausted, so he passes out on the couch, he's reading a book...he's gone.

In the middle of the night, he wakes up, he hears this really weird sound and it was like: drip...drip...drip...

He's too tired to get up and see what it is. So he calls his dog over, his dog licks his hand, he feels better, he feels comfort, and he falls back to sleep.

A couple of hours later, he hears the same sound. He wakes up and he was like...there's the dripping sound again: drip...drip...drip...

He's still way to tired to get up. The dog comes over, he licks his hand, he feels better, falls back asleep.

So, that morning, the sun comes up. It's very bright in the room. He looks over and he sees a giant pool of blood. He starts screaming... He looks up....his dog, the golden retriever, is impaled by the chandelier, hanging from above...the blood is gushing down, dripping....there's the dripping sound.

He looks over, and there's a little note. Picks it up, it's written in blood and it reads:

PEOPLE CAN LICK TOO!!!

SONNETT 166 - William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O, no! it is an ever fixed mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wondering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error, and upon me proved,

I never wit, nor no man ever loved.

SONETT 66 - William Shakespeare

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,

And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,

As to behold desert a beggar born,

And purest faith unhappily forsworn,

And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,

And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,

And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,

And strenght by limping sway disabled,

And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,

And art made tongue - tied by authority,

And simple truth miscalled simplicity,

And captive good attending captain ill,

Tired with all these, from these would I be gone

Save that to die, I leave my love alone.

ENDYMION Book I, 1-33 (John Keats)

A thing of beauty is a joy forever:

It's loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness, but will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing

A flowery band and to bind us to the earth,

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth

Of noble natures of the gloomy days.

Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways

Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,

Some shape of beauty moves away the poll

From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,

Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boom

For simple sheep; and such are daffodils

With the green world they live in; and clear rills

That for themselves a cooling covert make

'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,

Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms,

And such too is grandeur of the dooms

We have imagined for the mighty dead;

All lovely tales that we have heard or read;

An endless fountain of immortal drink,

Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

Nor do we merely feel these essences

For one short hour; no, even as the trees

That whisper round a temple become soon

Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon,

The passion poesy, glories infinite,

Haunt us till they become a cheering light

Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast,

That, whether there be shine, or gloom o'ercast,

They always must be wit us, or we die.

THE CORE OF DESIRE

The whale swam close to her

making odd click like sounds

until this moment her imagination had been enough

She understood it had to be

the core of desire

and had no need to dilute it

with the feeble chattering of

inarticulate lovers

A GIFT TO YOU

For you my heart...ripped from my chest, eviscerated I am ..... and if I could I would plunge my fingers through my chest and rip out my heart and give it to you.

In addition to my heart there are some small organs I want to give you: glands, sweet breasts....

I'm offering these gifts, they are your gifts.

I know that they don't ammount to much in the face of what you've given me, but I've heard these organs can't survive outside of the body for more than a few hours, but I'll try to get there as soon as I can.

Whatever happens, it will be on me..... and my heart.

CELTIC HOME BLESSING

A blessing upon your home

A blessing upon your hearth

A blessing upon your dwelling

And upon your warming fire

A blessing upon your animals and land

A blessing upon your kith and kin

A blessing upon youIn lightness or darkness

Each day and night of your life!

Blessed be!

ASLEEP

Can't help these things I feel

I never saw them coming

Scream loud with the pain

It just fades away

Stand proud for yesterday

How can you be so righteous

When I feel my life is worthless

It's gotta be everything you ever wanted

How long have I been standing here?

HALLOWMAN

Close your mind

In an endless maze begins

The emptiness of pride

Once broken...lifeless

I still remember

What I left behind

Will this longing

Never end?

Visions of bewilderment

Shred my sanity

Words not spoken

No peace for me... lifeless

I still remember

What I left behind

Will this longing

Never end?

Songs of the past

Dreams foretold

Bonds of silver

Chains of gold... lifeless

HAUNTED

I'm so foolish,

At least I'm free

Just killing time

No doubts,

No fears

Just broken promises

Broken promises

Of who I used to be

Lost dreams and

Empty sngs I used to sing

I've been so blind,

Sitting all alone

Remembering how it felt

No heart,

No chainsJust broken promises

broken promises

Of who I used to be

Lost dreams and

Empty songs I used to sing

I've spent a lot of time

Forgetting things I knew,

Feeling the wind

No walls,

No hands

Just broken promises...

PARALLEL

Fighting for freedom

Imperfect man

Stripped of pride

Distant storms

Mercury rising

No sun shining

A mirror for time

The thoughts I think

One of the stars

Distant storms

Mercury rising

No sun shining

Bending beliefs

Reviled with tears

Darkness reigns triumphant

SOMEDAY

When you live in a nightmare

It's hard to dream

Stuck somewhere in the middle

Waiting for someone to rescue me

So many disappointments

Jade my point of view

Hurt so many times

Someday the sun's gonna shine...

UNTITLED

The dark side of

My mind

Violent

Alive

Rotting inside

No remorse

No pain

Rusty blades

Oblivion

A body with

No soul

Silent

Alive

Slowly decomposing

No remorse

No pain

Rusty blades

Oblivion

The enemy inside

Victim

Alive

Burning inside

No remorse

No pain

Rusty blades

Oblivion

WIDE OPEN

Feel me deep within me

Look inside, you'll see

Your words are empty

They mean everything to me.

I am...that's something to me

Know my pain

See hands that try to hold me

Look inside, you'll see

Loss of time is felt here

Can't help the things I feel

Everything is right here

Take the pain, wash it all away

Just like my nightmares

Everything stains me.