I am rotten

rotten to the core

I feel so locked in

and I feel so torn

The air I breathe

rejects my lungs

My chest heaves

as I feel your tongue

My sweet, sweet honey

you keep me alive

But the days aren't sunny

in our beehive

Those full of hate

try to keep us apart

If that is our fate

it's a dagger in my heart

And so I must bleed

on this wretched, cold floor

I am the weed

the canker, the sore.

Look at me one last time,

so I can see into your soul.

Hold my hand one last time,

so that I kiss it and squeeze it tight.

Hug me one last time,

so that I can feel your body against mine.

Kiss me like you’ll never see me again,

so that our hearts begin to race.

Lay down next to me,

as we get lost in extacy,

one last time.

Let me feel your body go crazy,

so I know that I made you feel just right.

Let’s make love until the sunlight,

as I wake up holding you tight.

And in that moment,

For the final time,

I tell you that I love you,

With each passing day and night.

I kiss you gently as I walk away,

Because I knew that was the last time you’re going to see my face.

forbidden fruit

hush hush

just let the moon's pale face

illuminate

the forbidden fruit

that drips from the limbs

hush hush

not another whispered word

how bitter sweet

the nectar is

tinged sour with sin

hush hush

when love entwines

under the night's cover

you'll be mine

my sweet sweet

forbidden fruit

hush hush

no more words

words, ugly things

creatures that hurt

rip

poison

hush hush

this is ours 

a secret

the world won't pry it away

rip us apart

our fingers still sticky

with this luscious poison

no, our colors wont bleed away

not just yet

we still have time

to feast

on the sin that is

our forbidden fruit

Cold December Winds

Ravens dance upon the grey tombstone

Cold December winds leave an invalid kiss

The words R.I.P shadows behind a blood stain

It was the last thing he remember before his death

The gun cocked and place at a great angle

A bottle of whisky shatters among the wretched ground

He lost all purpose once more

But this time it won’t be a fail attempt

This time he will get it right

For this time he will die tonight

It was not the words good-bye

Nor the warmth of a friend’s hug

That drove him over the edge

But the letter reach read

“Good-bye world
I had enough of this
in hell may I be tormented
by the grace of my own sanity
I leave you with a thought
I am no longer trapped”

Depression found a heavy shoulder to cry on
the reason to continue became like the sun
lost in the sky of a rainy day
sleep was something that he lack

Drink him –self stupid

Trying to forget all about the world around him

It was no use

Everything reminded him of a once summer dance

A secret crush

A friend to turn too

Standing under a streetlight lost

It was this which he came to think

That he will not part without him

That he was his everything and more

And so here he stands

Gun cocked

Drunk to the core

Ready to die

Ready to fly

‘BAMM!!” goes the gun

Down his body falls

Blood red as wine soaks the grass

Forever is he embraced in the arms of his true beauty

Forgotten among the realm of the living

Shatter upon the realm of the dead

Now he walks this place

Between the world of now and tomorrow

Never knowing peace

Never knowing the joy of love

Cause death found no reason for him

And so he is the haunting of a love gone stray

The ghost of shadow play

I am who i am

im sorry i cant be who you want me to be,
as fierce as a tsunami 
or as beautiful as the sea
i just cant be
most times im like a animal in a cage
begging to be free
people walk by
poke and stare as if to forever taunt me
im sorry i cant be
as perfect as the dream you see
im not perfect by any means
but thats not enough to admit it it seems
i try to be happy
and fight for a noble cause
but never getting anywhere
a lonely heart breaking to share
i am who i am
i am me
if you cant see my beauty
then you cant see me
im not perfect but i am perfectly flawed
my heart longs to be shared
but not by someone who never cared
i know eventually
my heart will be taken
by someone who truely loves me

Visiting With the Yule Spirits

'Twas that night before Yule, when all 'cross the heath,
Not a being was stirring; Pagan, Faerie, nor Beast,
Wassail was left out and the altar adorned,
To rejoice that the Sun King would soon be reborn.
The children lay sleeping by the warmth of the hearth,
Their dreams filled with visions of beloved Mother Earth,
M'lady and I beneath blankets piled deep, had just settled
down to our Solstice sleep.
Then a noise in the night that would leave us no peace,
Awakened us both to the honking of geese.
Eager to see such a boisterous flock,
When we raced to the window, our mouths dropped in shock!
On the West Wind flew a gaggle of geese, white and gray,
With Frau Holda behind them in Her gift-laiden dray.
The figure on Her broomstick to the North sky made it clear,
La Befana was approaching to bestow Yuletide cheer.
From the South came a comet more bright than the Moon,
And we knew Lucia would be with us soon.
As these Spirits sailed Earthward o'er hilltops and trees,
Frau Holda serenaded Her feathery steeds:
"Fly Isolde! Fly Tristan! Fly Odin and Freya! Fly Morgaine!
Fly Merlin! Fly Uranus and Gaea!
May the God and Goddess inside you soar,
From the clouds in the heavens to your cottage door."
As soft and silent as snowflakes they fell;
Their arrival announced by a faint chiming bell.
They landed like angels, their bodies aglow,
Their feet left no marks in the new fallen snow,
Before we could ponder what next lay in store,
There came a slow creeking from our threshold door.
We crept from our bedroom and were spellbound to see...
There in our parlor stood the Yule Trinity!
Lucia the Maiden, with Her head wreathed in flame,
Shown with the radiance for which she She was named,
The Lightbringers eyes held the joy of a child,
And she spoke with a voice that was gentle, yet wild:
"May the warmth of this household ne'er fade away."
Then she lit our Yule log which still burns to this day.
Frau Holda in Her down cloak stood regal and tall,
The Matron of Solstice, the Mother of all,
Under Her gaze we felt safe and secure.
Her voice was commanding, yet almost demure:
"May the love in this family enrich young and old."
And from the folds of Her cloak showered coins of pure gold,
LaBefana wore a kerchief on Her silvery hair;
The veil of the Crone who has secrets to share,
In Her eyes gleamed a wisdom only gained by spent youth.
Her voice was whisper, but Her words rung the truth:
"May health, glad tidings, and peace fill these rooms."
And she banished misfortune with a sweep of Her broom,
They then left a gift by each sleeping childs head,
Took a drink of our wassail, and away they all sped.
While we watched them fly off through the night sky we laughed,
At the wonderous magick we had found in the Craft.
As they departed, the Spirits decreed...

"Merry Yule To You All, And May All Blessed Be!"

A Solstice Prayer

Time of deepest darkness
The God is born anew
Seedling in the frozen earth
Awaiting springtime dew.

The ground, an icy wasteland,
Though neighbors hearts are warm
We share our goods with everyone
So no one comes to harm.

Snow lies on her shoulders
Frosted mantle for her hair
Winter's Queen is giving birth
The Goddess, always there

The sun is growing brighter.
It happens every year
Promising return of light
For sod and oak and deer

Stag King, his mighty antlers
Rising from a drift
Leaps for the hunter's arrow
Just as strong and swift

He knows his time has ended
He is heading to the plain
Where joy caresses memory
Like softly summer rain

New fawn takes his first step,
The buck he will become.
After the time of knowing
A new year has begun.