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Conversations With The DeadIt's always the same,
every time we talk,
or rather...
every time -I- talk.
You never say a thing.
Nothing to contribute.
I don't think you even listen,
but then I don't know
that you can hear me...
can you?
On and on, it seems I babble,
starting with hello.
There's never a response.
I tell you how my day went,
all the latest gossip,
all my stellar achievements,
all the crushing blows.
Still there's nothing from you,
as if you were nothing
more than a statue.
Anyone who saw me,
would think me mad,
or talking to myself.
It's rather hard to continue
this...non-relationship?
One way streets are fine,
for cars, but not, I fear,
for hearts and minds.
Two-way streets are
rather more productive
when it comes to human emotion.
And I suppose it's time,
to cordon off this one way street.
Time to hang up the phone,
after all, why waste time
on empty air?
What good does it do me,
to talk to someone who
cannot care?
I can see now,
it is time.
Time for me...
to let go,
to walk away,
to move on,
to r Entreaty to Manannan MacLirFlaming helm upon Your head,
Fragarach, the Retaliator, in Your hand.
Brave young warrior,
Wise old magician.
Both are one.
Mannannan MacLir,
Son of Lir,
Numbered among the Tuatha De Dannan.
God of Waves and Mists,
Defender of the Celts,
Guardian of the Blessed Isles.
Ruler of Mag Mell, The Plain of Joy.
Accept my humble offering, my rent.
I bring before you,
bundles of meadow grass, reeds and flowers,
for to feed your noble steed, Enbarr,
he who travels over land and sea.
Grant my people your protection,
and your blessing,
for our fishing.
By your leave, may my Immram
show me my path,
touch me with your gifts.
Grant me the magic of your music,
and allow me to weave the mists
about my land, my people, once more,
that I may protect them from those who
would destroy us,
would destroy our ways.
And should I fail in that,
guide our souls to the Blessed Isles,
to live with you forever,
on the Plain of Joy,
or below the waves. The Phantom QueenRaven marked, wolf-bit.
She has set Her sights on me.
Ever is She behind me,
lurking in the shadows.
It will not be Her graceful gentility
I shall see,
but Her cold, dark embrace
I shall feel.
The Phantom Queen calls to me.
I am bound to follow Her,
all the way to the Otherworld.
My flat refusals of Her
are to no avail.
The Morrighan believes in me,
and now it is Her I believe in.
She has washed my armor,
with Her own pale hands.
Only this morning
did I happen upon
the mournful scene.
A baleful look,
in Her dark eyes,
fixed me to the spot.
I could not look away,
morbidly seeing every detail,
removing all doubt that
the armor was my own.
As we take the field,
I can hear Her voice,
above the winds,
I can feel the feathers
of Her messenger
touch my cheek.
Screams of the dying
cannot drown out
Her singing,
Her keening.
The blood on my face,
does not wash away
the tickle of a raven feather.
Still I charge,
knowing my fate is sealed,
and come out the other side,
wrapped in Her embrace,
follo Prayer to The MorrighanSkald crow, battle raven,
fly with my words to your Mistress,
The Washer at the Ford,
mother of the Bean Sidhe.
Bring back her favor,
and let us know,
who will live,
and who will die.
She who is patron to
our hotblooded youth,
those who revel and bask
in Her glory.
Goddess of Battle,
Goddess of the Otherworld,
The Phantom Queen.
Who will wear the armor,
which you have washed,
with your own two hands?
Guide and Guardian of Kings,
Great Queen of Magic.
Which face will you show today?
Will you be the crone,
filled with wisdom and death,
or the unnatural beauty,
who fires us to glory,
which will wait at the stream today?
If I live, will I see your full nature?
Will I see another aspect than
the Washer at the Ford?
Perhaps you will spare me,
that I may worship
your other gifts,
that of sovereignty,
of fertility,
the blessings of many cattle,
a wealth of my own?
If it is not my armor you wash,
will I one day lead my people,
as their king?
Oh Great Queen,
which path will you choose for me?
Th Eternally YoursAt times it seems as if
it were only yesterday we met.
The time has passed so quickly,
days, months, even years, becoming
a blur of a shared reality.
Others dream of a love like ours.
Timeless, perfect, true.
Never was there a doubt,
we were meant for one another.
There can be no others,
not for us.
Our hearts, our souls,
so deeply entwined
one about the other,
it would be impossible to know
where one begins,
where the other ends.
All around us, others age,
their love, their beauty
fades, withers and dies
like the roses in winter.
But we do not,
ours is a love to outlast time,
and I will always be...
Eternally yours.

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Mature Content

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and the leaves begin their journey to the ground
piling up on top of each other
like the many unresolved questions
of the year nearly gone
Your memories linger in the cold autumn air
like my now visible breath
chilling my core and penetrating my soul
Fall breezes chase away the summer
whispering your name through the trees
echoing through my mind
calling to me and fading away
The heavy dew covers the morning ground
as the tears upon my face
unwarmed by the cold autumn sun
I bundle up and withdraw from the cold
preparing for the dormant time of emotion
and the long winter ahead Naughty KittyWhat the hell?
Cat!
Did you do this?
Son of a…
Look at this mess!
Yes, you!
Don't give me that look!
Caught you, didn't I?
Fine, go hide.
Not in the cabinets, damn it!
Get out of there!
I see you!
Stop backing up!
Got you!
Oh…
Now you purr
Silly fluff ball The Scars I now face...I am still stunned......
The volume spoke in those two simple words,
I know not what to say,
I always knew in the back of my mind
it would be this way.
You didn't think it through this time,
The harm obvious I am so blind,
With the dawning of a new day,
I will go on and hope to find a better way.
You made your move and held your ground
the mask fell off and found you lost,
I will not pay this times Your cost,
I am tired and beat down feeling
need to run and escape,
To leave behind these scars I now face.........I'm sorry. A single tearThat lingering first glance...Hot
I push you back against the wall...oh my!
Feeling my body crushing yours...I sigh
Kissing you hard I turn determined to walk away.
You grab my arm to make me stay,
I was pulled back against you and your lust makes me sway,
Whispering  sweet nothings in my ear
breathing rapid your intent is clear,
I close my eyes and shiver as I pry myself from you
glancing your way I say I love you as I walk away a
single tear escapes......... Sweet DemonWe never should have went this far
Things have gotten out of hand
All I wanted was to see you smile
And share a little of your life
Those hopes have faded along
With all the plans we made
Sometimes It seems every step we
Took was all in vain.
Well we were young and alone
and so we dived into the unknown,
it wasn't even a decision
just a sudden feeling we got swept away in.
How were we supposed to know
that we're just fools
in a world of the brain-dead?
How were we supposed to refuse to love?
It wasn't a conscious decision really
The lines just seemed to fall in place
Me and you, who we were at once felt disgraced
We tried so hard to fight it but the end
Couldn't do anything but come, and now
We shoulder the blame and wish that every
Night was the one we first glimpsed the sun.
And what was it we lost
in our foolish haste?
How did we lose track of our own reality?
It's not like you were here before
my world fell apart and you have no idea of how to do a quick fix.
Well it'