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finally got the jack off jill vinyl!

stop emma time!

fog? smog? i cant see!!

binoculars play with camera phone bird watching

gig

sisters

How do you love a person
Who never got to be,
Or try again to see a face
You never got to see? 
How do you mourn the death of one
Who never got to live,
When there’s nothing to feel good about
And nothing to forgive? 
I love you, little sister.
You’re a person of the wind,
Free to be the memory
Of all that might have been. 
I love you, little sister,
My companion of the night,
Wandering through my lonely hours,
Beautiful and bright. 
What does it mean to die before
You ever can be born,
To live the lovely night of life
And never see the dawn? 
Ah! My little sister,
You lived like anyone!
Life’s a burst of joy and pain,
And then, like yours, it’s done. 
I love you, little sister,
Just as if you’d lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you,
The angel of my tears.

Lucifer’s masters 

stone henge

stone henge

IN CIRCLE DARK  
On this night of thinning veil ‘neath death’s dark cloak, a shadow falls. As spirits call their eerie cry we meet. Hands wrenched tight in circle cast with cauldron burning bright. By flight of bat and wind so chill we wait, On cold, damp earth by elder tree born of blood and bone, A sudden chill with pounding heart we call. As midnight rises through our veins and sacred herbs we burn, Our darkest fears are manifest; the Shadow spirals in; we cry. Yet on this eve of thinning veil the darkness we embrace. A womblike shroud o’ere us all; we hold our breath we wait….


http://paganpoetry.tripod.com/moonwillow/circledark.htm

IN CIRCLE DARK 
 

On this night of thinning veil ‘neath death’s dark cloak, a shadow falls. 
As spirits call their eerie cry we meet. 
Hands wrenched tight in circle cast with cauldron burning bright. 
By flight of bat and wind so chill we wait, 
On cold, damp earth by elder tree born of blood and bone, 
A sudden chill with pounding heart we call. 
As midnight rises through our veins and sacred herbs we burn, 
Our darkest fears are manifest; the Shadow spirals in; we cry. 
Yet on this eve of thinning veil the darkness we embrace. 
A womblike shroud o’ere us all; we hold our breath we wait….

http://paganpoetry.tripod.com/moonwillow/circledark.htm

fallen kitties

wiccan rede

wiccan rede