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9 entries this month
 

Ingenue??

11:25 Oct 28 2007
Times Read: 634


What a bloody stupid entry. I'm leaving it just to remember how stupid I can be when I put my mind to it.



Anyways, I'll try to remember the 'Out of Sight, Out of Mind' thing and stick to it in future.



This weekend and the one before were a smash. I am realizing what great friends I have...



Thanks guys, you are all wonderful and I love you to bits... mwaaaaaa


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Michelangelo's Torture

18:25 Oct 27 2007
Times Read: 642


Missing someone whom I shouldn't be missing is worse than smothering the pillow with hopeless tears. The pang in my heart when I thought I heard your voice last Monday was terrible, it just opened up new venues of torture. I knew it could not be you, who are light years away from this stupid country, but still, I dared to hope. Cowardly me had not even the guts to turn around and make sure it was not you... still I knew it wasn't.



The worst thing is, that I know I am feeling empty because of something which never happened, not because of something which happened and is over and done with. That I could swallow and forget. I could forget you like all the others... but... evanescent and mysterious... as silent as smoke you crept into my heart...



... my sarcastic poet... whom I still crave...



Please, I beg you, stride away from my dreams and leave me alone there, as you left me alone in the real world. Give me back my heart. It was not yours to take.



You cannot take someone's heart if you do not give yours in return.



And I know that you have no heart.



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NEW WT MUSIC VIDEO!

10:16 Oct 21 2007
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Gothic Party

15:13 Oct 20 2007
Times Read: 651


The music bashes my ears like an incorrigible drum, euphoria threatens. I dance and dance, swaying my body to the caressing tune, gyrating and looking around me with eyes full of darkness. The people in the club all look dazed, as if some merciful god had cast a spell of feverish need upon them, and a smile and think 'This is my world'.


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Samhain

09:20 Oct 17 2007
Times Read: 655


THIS ARTICLE WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME, BUT IT SO BEAUTIFULLY DESCRIBES SAMHAIN THAT I JUST HAD TO PUT IT UP.



IT CAN BE FOUND ON www.witchvox.com



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Hearken Now, The Darkness Comes! - by Lark





Mists gather in the valleys and pour down the ancient riverbeds to the darkening sea. Gone the fires of autumn's glory, lost to the legions of cloud-swept days and chilling rains. Gone to wild geese flying southward, gone the last of summer's bounty. Mornings rimed with silver frost, evenings gathering gloom for sitting round the hearthfires glow. Hearken now, the darkness comes!



In the vale under the moor, the village speeds it's frantic pace.Thatcher's finish repairs on thick round roofs to hold out the nows ofwinter. Children bring in the last of the nuts and withered fruits from the woods. The wheat is threshed and winnowed on the chilly breeze. Woodsmoke rises from the hearthfires and axes ring in the clear air. Down from the moors come the cattle and sheep to the winter fields, come too the pigs from the forest glades. The smell of blood is thick in upon the air as those animals chosen for the slaughter are slain and cured against the winter's needs. The planting begun at Beltane is now the harvest. Hearken now, the darkness comes!



In the great forests that lie across the land, the leaves form a thickcarpet upon the ground, upon which treads the King Stag, velvet gone from his crown of horn, challenging all with his trumpeting cries. The bear and the fat squirrels seek their dens. The wolves stir in the cold, and their voices rise in songs to the moon. Now is the time of the Hunter. His shadow flies across the midnight sky, His horn sounds in the wind like thunder, His red-eyed hounds fly on before. Hearken now, the darkness comes!



She who stands guardian now is no longer the soft Maiden of spring, nor yet the fecund Mother full of the heat of summer. It is Cerridwen now, the Crone, the Hag, who stands without. In dreams and trance you see her, holding the cauldron into which all that live must go. Holding the cauldron that is Death. Gone too the young Lord of Spring, the Summer King. Now is the time of Herne the Hunter, wild master of the Winter's night. Harsh he is and full of fire, Lord of Death made manifest. Hearken now, the darkness comes!



And in the turning of the year, the walls of time and space become as air, until life and death are as one and departed souls walk again among the living. Here on this most sacred night, as the old year died and the new was born, around the fires the people gathered in celebration. There was wine and cider from the vines and groves, bread from the fields of winnowed wheat, and meat steaming from the slaughter. A great feast and celebration of life to take into the darkness. Hearken now, the darkness comes!



And as the earth moved onward into the darkness, the veil between the worlds grew thin, and strange beings walked upon the land. See now the pooka shake his tangled mane, the sidhe come forth from out the hollow hills, listen as the bean sidhe sings forth her terrible cry. And against this army of eldritch power, men did wield a greater weapon as fires sprang forth upon the hilltops and lit the standing stones and village greens. Dancing, swirling, leaping past the fires, the people held back the powers of the night with light and music until the dawn came once more. Yet still the darkness comes!



Turn and turn again the Earth did in its endless dance among the stars. Gone now the villages that lay beneath the downs and among the wolds. Gone the straight track and winding sheep path. Gone the King Stag and the shaggy bear. Yet still we hear an echo of that time and place as we sit to honor our blessed dead, as our children dress and monsters and play in the shadows. We hear the whisper of the Goddess in our hearts, and sometimes, late at night we hearken to the cry of the Hunt high in our crowded skies. Hearken, for the darkness comes!



And we, the spirit children of that ancient age, we remember. Though we labor not in the fields of waving grain, yet do we too now bring in our harvest. We gather to ourselves the fruits of our projects begun in the spring of the year and ready ourselves for a time of rest and introspection. We unburden ourselves with that which is no longer needful for our survival through the winter of the year.



We the children of this ancient age remember too our honored dead who speak to us again as the walls of this world grow thin. We pass the Cup of Remembrance as we think upon one who has gone before. We remember the good times and the bright things we treasure from their memories, and we allow them to fly free. We make our peace with She who waits for all.



We remember the fears of the darkness, and in our masquerade and games, we come to terms with Death and with change. For such is the meaning at the heart of the feast.



So prepare you now as the darkness comes. Ready the harvest of your hopes and dreams. Light the fires against ignorance and fear. For remember also, that the darkness is but one turn upon the Wheel, it is the darkness of the womb. And the Death we all must face is merely the doorway to the Life to come.


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Can I? May I? Should I?

13:26 Oct 13 2007
Times Read: 659


Is using people evil? Even if they ask for it themselves?



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Daylight Dies

08:09 Oct 08 2007
Times Read: 668


In a lonely vale of ghastly shadows I wonder, asking myself why I feel most lonely when I am surrouded by people. Why I feel so confused when I am happy. Conflicting personalities are very well and good, but they're not much fun when they start squabbling.



This has been one of the best weekends this year. I enjoyed myself so much it hurts. And yet, all the time I felt as though there was something missing. I can't explain it. It's as if a part of myself was lost in the shadowlands of dreaming. And yet, my body was still there, anchored to this unnatural existance we call life.



... lol such are the vagaries which spout from a crazy mind and too many books...


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Storm

10:21 Oct 07 2007
Times Read: 670


Like the clouds which first bring on the darkness, then a trail of rain followed by a barrage of lightening and thunder, I find myself caught in a web of my own devising. Every little pebble serves to create an avalanche of internal conflict and depression, until sadness is not an option, but merely an inevitable prospect. One little thing is all it takes to trigger it off... just one little thing... and all the voices in my head come back to haunt me with their malicious cruelty. A torment of chaos and wisdom, loneliness and fear.



We live in our own internal world, looking at life through glasses made of prejudices and expectations. It obviously hurts like hell every time we realize that our universe is unseen and unfelt by those we want to reach out to.



I try again and again to stop the flow. To stem the storm. No not stop it really, but become part of it. Accept it. And move on. Knowing that the rain which is freezing my core is my only constant companion. Welcoming the chilling winds and the violent bursts of electricity. Letting go to the fire and the fury.



Sometimes I even suceed. Sometimes.


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Running up that Hill...

13:11 Oct 04 2007
Times Read: 679


Being terribly hassled and busy with getting used to my new job (damn overtime!), going out, being depressed (as usual), reading the mound of new and unread books which have occumulated over the last few weeks, and watching a whole load of anime DVDs which I have just bought (16 - 5 hrs each), I hardly have time to come online any more. Not to mention the fact that right now I don t have internet at home at all. Fortunately I finally got an internet account at work... yeehaa! However I do have a lot of work so I don t think I ll be surfing the net any time soon.



Anyways, a great big hug to those friends whom I haven t talked to in a while. I miss you...


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