17 December, 2007 at 11:20 (Uncategorized)

No I didn’t kill the horse,
It wasn’t mine to do,
find me a makeless maid, if you can,
it wasn’t mine to do.
No death, no needless death,
simple sacrifice,
but findhorn needs a virgin,
and that is none of mine.


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16 December, 2007 at 00:34 (Uncategorized)

Who said that this was going to be easy?
Transmute the pain,
this is what we crave after all.
Who said that the glow would be worth anything,
without the rain?
If the clouds didn’t come and hide the starry sky,
then what would we value, you and I?
What would we value, take joy in,
and more, what would we survive on?
This, and nothing more,
this, is our sustenance, this single thing,
this glow,
if you can’t live on memories,
then what right have you to know?
The joy, the utter bliss,
the everything,
that comes within this single, heartfelt, kiss.

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14 December, 2007 at 21:40 (Uncategorized)

Coming up for air she said ‘I’ll take what I can get,’
The man nodded and let her up into the boat,
‘I’ll take what I can get,’ she said,
and remained there, at the bottom of the boat,
shivering in the icy air, dripping with cold.

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11 December, 2007 at 23:15 (Uncategorized)

Not a single petal,
has the eternal rose dropped,
maybe the light of a single star,
needed you to wait, just a little longer,
for love eternal to last.
Is this star fading? But no, I see you glow,
Could you be that which dropped to earth?
Did it fall? Did you fall?
Not a single petal fell,
not one single star fell,
but moved across the heavens,
galloped there,
a star on a journey thinking herself unobserved.
We watch, we watch, we poor mortals in the wake of a star.
Not a single petal could love eternal drop,
and shining across this night sky,
the silver thread running strong,
between the Polestar and the Plough
Don’t rush this love,
don’t urge this to fade,
a star on a journey, in the petals of a rose.
There is a glow there,
don’t step out into the night sky,
where I can no longer see,
but keep this love’s light brighter than that rose,
and not a single star shall fall,
and not a single petal shall drop,
eternal love shines,
and this glow lasts.
Be Tiw’s daughter, standfast.

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10 December, 2007 at 22:36 (Uncategorized)

There and there and there,
thats where the axe marks are,
rub them into my skin,
let me feel the blood sink in.
Heal me with your touch,
for just a little while,
the best thing to do is doze,
for just a little while.

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10 December, 2007 at 15:22 (Uncategorized)

The machine ground relentlessly on, it is too easy to forget that as we swirl, we two with the tides of time and space. I say we two though I have seen you only once since that time when we feel within the bubbles and ebbs and flows. I hear you or I think I do as I swim and make my way through the tides and know that you are too. Sometimes it sems as though only a wall or a gate or something completely paper thin divides when in fact it is the machine. Was it only coincidence that we were on opposite sides of that bubble when it all began or was that some device from the far past, a way of splitting lovers?

I remember that picnic, the finding of items as we wandered around the courtyard and my certain knowledge that I must keep swimming, and still I keep swimming, relishing you when I find you, relishing all those other reflections of you and holding close to myself the knowledge that we both put ourselves here, that without your urging I would never have spoken those words, that without my knowledge you would never have come here.

I am without space without time, I amd utterly bereft for we just continue to swim on and yet I must believe that this is purposeful, that those chess games, those dangerous spears, they all exist for a reason. I continue to swim.

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10 December, 2007 at 15:14 (Uncategorized)

Your words leave me hurting on a day that has been,
a crashing wave
af full of thoughts of things that have been too long unseen.
I hear his guitar as he works my words,
and it takes the sting from yours,
still my eyes are weeping,
silently crying as the guitar plays,
and I am lost forever in a mindless repetition of days.
Did you have to say that today?
Did you have to say that today?

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Seda’s Father

10 December, 2007 at 13:38 (Uncategorized)

It is too easy to be betrayed by you.
It is still far too easy,
to see every instance as betrayal,
to believe that at every moment
I was Sedna, gripping for dear life,
as you pushed me from the boat.
My fingernails gone in a bloody swing,
thats the child inside,
the one who always cried.
The bloody sting of adolescent weeping,
thats when your axe hacked through bone,
the first finger knuckles spinning,
across the moon before they sank,
like seals into the deep.
It is the punch of an axe,
like a kick to my stomache,
that rids me up to the second knuckle.
It is far too easy to be betrayed by you.
Set out in your canoe,
I’m dying to be rescued,
knowing what being rescued entails.
Another encounter,
another time that I’m asking
just the wrong questions,
and still I trust you,
and still I long to believe.
I can hear the wings of the crows behind me,
I never asked the price,
of getting in your canoe.
Oh don’t be fooled,
I’m Sedna, you’re just a man,
believe me I knew, that there’d be a price,
that I would always be paying.
But wanting so much to trust you,
wanting so much to trust myself to you,
I sat in this canoe and wait for the wings,
and the wings always come.
I’m Sedna and I’ll tear at my hair,
do my passions scare you?
Do you tell me to calm down?
Calm down, be quiet, behave properly,
because when I won’t, when I don’t,
then the wings come for me.
It is too easy for you to betray me,
and the wings come, and you turn,
and throw me into the icy ocean.
You told me once how to calculate,
exactly how long it would take me to freeze to death.
You never taught me to calculate,
how long it would take to freeze and to bleed,
and to die alone,
in the middle of the frozen dark depths.
That is what I do,
swing your axe,
take out my fingers knuckle by knuckle.
Swing your axe then,
I’m waiting,
to turn back to myself,
you always knew,
I am myself through and through.
I can only hide my selkie fur so long,
I can only hide my blubber for so long,
you thought that I was beautiful,
it never lasts.
Beauty is a glamour and I would scare you too much.
Are you telling me to calm down again?
It had to be the axe,
I hear the wings and see you turn,
when will I learn
to trust with no expectation of the price
being far too high?
Knuckle by bloody knuckle,
I bid farewell to the sky
and drown.
I’d rather trust you and drown.

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White? Blue?

9 December, 2007 at 22:46 (Uncategorized)

When you are close,
when I can feel you,
slight against me,
how can this not feel right?
How can I ask,
do you mind that everytime,
I find my head turning as if to kiss you,
and my concious mind corrects,
always it corrects,
you are so beautiful,
and you feel,
so right, here against me.

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7 December, 2007 at 08:54 (Uncategorized)

It’s cold out here in the dry,
let me dive a while into the cool,
of your blue eyes.
Let me dive a while,
take me out of this cold,
far below the depths,
and let me dive a little further,
somewhere warm.

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