don't be surprised if a broken heart gets well

don't be surprised if fighters say their sorry

don't be surprised if old friends return that lent money

don't be surprised if the sun shine is brighter

or when the angels come to say hi

and don't be surprised when i say i love you because i do

an origional piece of poetry by
andrew ray blocher

THE VIOLATION

Dedicated to the Women
Who have felt the
pain of rape

His kisses cold as ice, her body frozen.
Tears that fill her eyes, begging to be set free.
he holds her down, forcing himself into her.
The pain unlike any that could ever be explained.
The tears she wants to cry, but cannot.
Her cries and pleading for him to stop, he ignores them.
She spells out NO and he just plunges deeper within her.
Her insides that burn as he rubs them, she dies inside.
Her body goes limp and she is just a cavity for him to use.
his body like a rock crashes down on her, she is barely able to breathe.
her mind floods with the blackness of shock, she shuts down.
No emotion can be felt. He leans deeper within her, she begs him to just let go,
to free her; but he just picks up the pace.
her heart feels like it will shut off.
Finally he fills her with his darkness, and
she lies dead unable to breathe.
Wishing she couldn't feel anything.
Thankful for the darkness of the room,
and the burning tears he cannot see.
Sick and weak, she feels him naked next to her.
She turns weakly away, wishing to be swallowed up.
The pain she feels, the throbbing inside, wishing she couldn't feel.
praying for the little girl to take it away.
tonight the woman died again, a violation he caused her.
A memory forever tatooed within her.

By: Angela MacRae © Copyright

--The Goddess test only the strong
--This is not her first existance on earth
--The only true sanctuary is when love is found
--A wise spirit; yet unsettled
--Maybe a soul discarded, neglected
--Or not given the genuine love entitled to her
--Sometimes the soul has left one being in life as we know it
--A grateful dead
--A spirit stuck between the worlds
--Reincarnated and sent to a chosen goddess
--One who the creator knows has rare strength
--Courage and beauty to give, more than most mortals
--Whatever the outcome on earth
--The infinite outcome is the only truth
--This special spirit, this gift so blessed
--She has attained her true love and education
--That every spirit, thirsts, for yearns for
--Completion, Summerland
--Quest for eternal tranquility
--Your unified destiny fulfilled
--Her spirit has found love in you and
--Your spirit has found love and sanctuary in her
--Love is all she knows forever
--Love is all she needs
--Love is real.

This poem was written by
Lissa "Gypsy" Gerke in memory of her friend Lisa'a
little daughter, "Angel" who died of Lupus.

the witch poem

in the beginning i was shown a door
i was the one who had to enter
shedding off all my old ways
for ways that were even older
for ways that were wise and true
i've come to tell about the other side of the door
on the other side grass is greener
it's always nicer in the shade
on the other side are spirits
creatures of heavenly shores
people on the otherside join hand in hand
and dance in circles round
magick follows through their fingertips
and goes into the ground
making even the deadest trees grow fruit
waves of magic go around
dancing with people fair
curing the sick when they were found
even in midnight air
dancing round and round
with all the people fair
hand and hand they join again
at the mystic hour
gathering all their strength
gathering all their power
lone ones stand on hills
in their circle's now
enchanting with the words flowing
from every mouth
who are we you ask
we are the people of yesterday
no we did not die
we are witches
not the followers of evil
but practitioners of the earth
for a long time ago she called us
and we went to her
she said
"behold people your not like the
people around you for you hear me cry
and you came in my aid
now my tears are dry
i'd lost my children long ago
they were stolen from my side
you are my children
for only my children would hear
me cry
so in celebration we danced and sing
then came the man of horns
we almost fled but mother said "don't be afraid
for he is my love my consort
i am only half of what is here
and he is the other together in unity
we are creation"
the horned man spoke
"i carry with me many secrets of nature
along with your mother
i am there when you cross over to the other world
and when your ready to cross back into this realm"
mother spoke one last time
"we love you very much but i'm afraid we must
take leave of you
when ye are in need of us  gather together in a
secret place and have with you my children
a knife to cut open a portal and to direct the essences of earth
a wand with which ye shall work my enchantment
a caldron as to represent the wonders of which i hold in mine
candles to illuminate the darkness, and aid you in enchantment
incense to carry your prayer and wishes
and finally an alter where you shall place these things
and after you do your magic dance dance in the name of me and your father
and they left and so the first witches on earth learned
how to cast their circle
how to bring enchantment
in night air
they learn how to cure the ill
and many wondrous tasks

by andrew blocher

I received the following in my guestbook. I present
it here along with the notation. Please consider this
carefully and help keep each other safe

I want to dedicate a poem I wrote to my cousin's spirit, who died because of an accidental discharge of a gun-by The Flame19

There is a weight we carry
As we journey far and near

Though the weight may slow us down
We pass in the blink of an eye

Though the weight may give us pain
It gives us pleasure in time

We all know the weight we carry
We know it all too well

As we rush along we know
The one thing we never forget

We are the weight we carry
From here to there to here.
Please remember this, if only for my request....

Fight to Flight

- Loneliness will be no more
- Beings on cosmic rainbows soar
- Journey on the ONE LOVE wavelength
- As ALL ONE PEOPLE only do we possess the strength
- The life vibrations swirl rushing through your pulsing body
- One sea of energy
- Spectrums of brilliant light radiate
- Separatism, racism and hate NO longer relate
- Through this light
- Begins our non-vilolent fight
- Unification from the pulse that binds all beings as ONE
- Fly alongside the Stars. Vivid Moonlight reflects to
circle the rise of the Sun
- For when the children of the earth awaken to this moment
- The root of which we're from:
**the BEAT, the DANCE, the DRUM**
- Love of life energy reacclaimed and felt within all creatures
- We are all learners, as we are all teachers
- We must acknowledge that the answers lie within our past
- What some perceive to be the future is not your last
- FREEDOM, FLY infinite as ONE LOVE forever...
**Fly for those whose wings "the man" broke**
- Their personal individual divine spirits mended their wings
- As throughout the universe souls of all sing
- Those who fought for freedom will be with you in flight
- SO IT IS TIME FOR THE PEACEFUL REVOLUTIONARY FIGHT........
Lissa "Gypsy" Gerke - 12/97

The Moon
- Seeking answers, I approach my window and stare into
what is the Manhattan night
- The thick smog over a man-made stolen city bears no
stars and minimal moonlight
- Another tedious waste of time interacting with spiritual
vampires as day floats by
- North, South, East and West for the MOON is absent from
the sky
- Yet I feel Her, as if I am Her, You are Her, all who
believe higher
- Ancient Magick protects our souls
- Spiral force of love I honor and so adore. Energy source
to all
- Grateful to be Her child, I journey on and try to cope
- Hanging on to my FREEDOM and my hope...
Lissa "Gypsy" Gerke - 3/98

Whatever
- Sittin here with a grin
- as my dimentia sets in
- Fools put me down, try to break my spirit
- Displays of their insecurities because they fear it
- How real it all is to their struggle called living
- Mocking their reality, of myself I keep giving
- I know where I've been and what I've done
- Making the most of being on the run
- Emotionless with tears rolling down my face
- My halucinations of time and space
- Keeping it real
- That's all I feel

Lissa "Gypsy" Gerke 8/98

~Shadows of Darkness, between night and day,
How many Shadows come dancing my way?
Shadows of Gloom, Shadows of Joy,
Shadows that Darkness of Shadows enjoy?

Hide inside Shadows, my sweet Faery Kindred,
For there in the Darkness, long I have lingered.
Waiting, at last, for a time yet to come,
When no longer hiding, we may sing our Song.

Shadows as fair as gossamer wings,
On tips of Moonbeams, the Joy that it brings.
Overlaid all by sweet morning dew,
Hear you the Shadows calling to you.

If you hear the Shadows calling you Home,
Then just remember that you’re not alone.
Many a Traveler the Shadows have seen,
But only the Fae may pass in between.

Weaving the Shadows of Darkness and Light,
Come one and all, all Faery Unite.
Remember, my Fair, the time’s coming soon,
When we may freely Dance by Light of the Moon!

~PeaceFaery~ 11/12/99

Untitled

Can’t seem to find that slot in time
Where I fit so well
The city that I call home
Has become my hell
Join the countless masses
Day after day
Try to find that golden road
And everything must be this way
I’ll sit at a desk
Do a job or two
Listen to everything
Everyone tells me to do
Can’t escape this
Reality that I’m facing
Can’t catch that dream
That I’ve been chasing
Out of time, out of luck, out of things to do
Can’t hardly distinguish what is false and what is true
The doors of the world, locks reinforced, now close
While I sit here disillusioned
looking for an answer no one knows.

Christopher Caragliano

My Heart

The funnel to my heart
is my words not my actions.
For if I was a cripple
My actions would have no meaning.
My actions would be still.
But my heart and my words will flow
With the blood running through my veins.
Mikkel DeBenedetto (age 14)

Words Without Warning

I am a poet, with the power
to touch and inspire.
My words come without warning.
My heart beats the words of my soul.
I am a poet who is unknown by the public
and will probably remain that way.
But those few I hope
will be changed in my spirit and soul.
They are not to thank me,
For my talent is a gift from God.
Mikkel DeBenedetto (age 14)

I was very fortunate to find the poem below listed in my
Book of Treasurers. I wrote back to the author and asked
for permission to place it on this page. I was quite honored
when I received a positive reply allowing me to do this. So
for those of you who never quite make it to Guestbooks or
have the time to view them, I hereby submit the following

"Raven,Raven soaring high,
A messenger of the ebony sky.
The listener. Thinker, silence bound
The pathfinder, seeker, sender of sound.

I am a seeker of truth, knowledge,and change.
Spaced out on this astral plane.
Share thy knowledge, aid in thy change
help me make thy versatility a range.

William
RAVENCALLR@aol.com

This is a lovely poem that this site has
had the honor of receiving

Open my heart to the Goddesses love,
May my heart have the courage to accept your love,
Open my eye's to see what I have become,
May my eye's not be blinded but free as a dove,
Open my ears to hear your chant,
May my ears listen and understand your words and rants,
Open my soul to be under your trance,
May my soul have the strength to follow my path
So mote it be

by Black Dove
9-13-99

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