Archive for November, 2005

confession

Tuesday, November 8th, 2005

Life
does a good job of teaching us
to be less creative,
less believing,
less alive,
less everything.
Our culture is filled with
complicated yet boring things,
lies and bullshit,
passing remarks,
small talk,
that we have to spend (spend! spend!)
most of our time
doing things
not of our choosing
that don’t really matter,
creativity falls
by the wayside.
I once destroyed
the phone messages
of an entire day,
simply because they were
meaningless.

morrigu

Tuesday, November 8th, 2005

healer of the wounded king,
visions to my mind she’ll bring,

Maiden, Mother, and the Crone,
herbal healer of reknown,

guardian of the sacred well
in Avalon, there does she dwell

near the Cauldron of Rebirth,
wind and water, fire and earth.

Goddess, as the poets know,
mother of kingship and crow,

sing, dark bird, that one rare song,
of kith and kin in Avalon,

cloak of feathers, queen of Art,
yours my love, yours my heart.