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What is beauty?
By Sabrina Frangetti

Is beauty something you can see?
Or something you give and receive?
Is beauty the way a person's body curves are shaped?
Or is beauty deep inside?
Is beauty the way a person's hair falls around their face?
Or is beauty a part of a person's soul?
Beauty can be many things, but to every person, beauty is different.

"William Wallace"
by Rachel

He carries the manliest sword,
Long and perfect for his monstorous build.
He rides the Blackest Horse
And cuts throught Englishmen
"Like Moses through the Red Sea."
Every Scottish man venerates him,
And wants to be him.
But William would like to be invisible from human sight.
His wife killed,
His heart tore open by a thousand English knives.
He stared something, something
That should have never begun.
Yet, when he looks around,
He sees beauty in all his men.
Each one fighting to their death.
Not for money, nor sport, nor fame.
But for the one thing William, himself, longs for:
FREEDOM.

Isle of the Past
Rucina

Long ago and far away
We worked by night and hid by day
We could not in the open because the church feared us so
They feared for our power was true,
Because our magick, they could not do.
And so they cried with an evil smirk,
"Let's burn them all 'tis Devil's Work!"
And burned they did, and torture too,
But we still managed to come through.
So today our path is free to worship Lord and Lady!
We work our rites just of as old
Now in the open, free and bold.
We did not change or go away,
We tell the world WE'RE HERE TO STAY!

Urisks by silverwillow, 22/09/00

As i walk through the woods i can hear them
hear them run and play and laugh
happiness everywhere sparks of colour and light
but none staying longer than a second
none showing their face

Darting around the lilt of their laughter like water
falling over pebbles in the burn
dancing over the cairn and floating through the leaves

I know they're there but i cant be sure
tiny feet skipping through the sunlit crags
i know you're there, oh Urisks of the woods

"Isis" By: Lady Isis

She holds the moon upon her shoulders.
The stars are her feet;
And her womb--the earth.
Her last queen, killed, by barbaric Romans, She has no incarnate on earth,
but earth itself.
Her magick has been ignored,
called "imaginary."
But it is still alive
The lost sands of Egypt,
call her name.
the seeds of earth sprout
her love in the forms of plants, animals, and children. She protects the tombs of the lost kings, and lets them roam in the afterlife.
We are like the pharoahs.
She watches us in life, but, like a mother, must let go.
She is our mother- and will be our mother- then, now, and forever.

The Truth! By Sabrina

Truth and Lies, thats what the world is made of
People choose to lie about little things
Knowing that their little lie with hurt someone
When the truth will set them free

There are times were lying is nessesary
These times are rare but do occur
And when they occur
We hope that the person chooses the right thing to say
Because if a nessesary lie is said wrongly
It can hurt someone for the rest of their life

People use lies to get out of messes
This happens so often
I have to admit, I'm guilty of doing this before
      Persons lie so often
That there becomes a point were you don't know if there telling the truth

Thats how the world is
So many lies and halve truths that you don't know what to believe

Wild Horses By: Claire

I saw out the window, The marshes below,
The land came alive,
With white horses on show, Galloping, galloping, Where it was right,
Galloping, galloping, in their delight.

The manes and the tails, Were the colour of snow
They shuddered like flames, Being tossed to and fro
Galloping, galloping, Lord what a sight,
Galloping, galloping, in their delight.

I saw them each morning, They'd come and then go,
Proud stallion ahead of them, His small foals in tow.
Galloping, galloping, Where it was right,
Galloping, galloping, in their delight.

Then one stormy evening, Machinery came,
And after that, Things were never the same.
Galloping, galloping, In their fright,
Galloping, galloping, To flee from the sight.

Gone was the marsh, the horses went with it,
From stallion to foals, Each one was a target.
Galloping, galloping, Through the night,
Galloping, galloping, in their flight.

The fight that they lost, Oh it broke my heart.
Their bodies left lying, In a blue pickup cart
Galloping, gallop, They would never more,
And in their place, Came a department store.

I see them sometimes in my sleep,
The foals the mares and the stallions too,
And even though I often do weep,
They help me when I'm feeling blue.

Galloping, galloping, Where it is right,
Galloping, galloping, In their delight.
Galloping, gallop, Forever they will,
Just never beyond, My window sill.

"Sing a Song of Hope" By Skylark

Slaves were walking by.
I couldn't stand to see them go.
Running up to them, I gave them some bread,
And told them to sing a song of hope,
Just sing a song of hope.

Soldiers pointed at me and said get in line.
I dared not disobey.
But as we walked through the town,
I started to sing a song of hope,
I sang a song of hope.

Working all day, tired all night,
Sharing the food that I had.
I lay in bed while people talked
And I always sang I song of hope,
Always a song of hope.

Beaten I was, every passing day,
Soldiers trying to beat my spirit.
I looked them in the eye and said I would not fall,
As I sang my song of hope,
As I sang my song of hope.

Lying in my bed with food all given and gone,
I looked into the faces of loves
And smiled as I died.
And I started to sing a song of hope,
A soft dying song of hope.

When my breath was gone,
Soldiers came bursting in,
They taunted and laughed and said,
"Now where's your song of hope, slaves,
Where's your song of hope?"

With tears in their eyes and love in their hearts,
They lifted their heads to the sky,
"We'll remember you forever
As we sing your song of hope,
As we sing your song of hope."

Untitled
By Charlotte Hannah

Death immortal as time is brisk
'Tis the end that never ends
To live is to die, it's not a risk
'Tis an fate that never bends.

A soul carries on through many years
From then until forever more
Leaving in it's path a wake of tears
But allows the spirit to soar.

There is no magic potion 
Be it brewed by moon or sun
To heal the grief and emotion
Of a life stopped as it begun.

But the love that remainds in our hearts
Gives us the strength to endure
The guilt and the lonely part
Though we have no mircale cure.

We must accept the inevitable
But never play with death
For our blessing is our spirit
And lifes gentle warming breath.

Rhythm Divine By Lauren

Can you hear them?
The drums, The voices
They beat an ancient melody
A rhythm once buried
His eyes! Oh, his eyes!
The green of them burns me
They reach into my soul
And pull out my heart
Still - Beating
It joins the drums
My throat will not take in air
It is not needed, for the haunting tune
Is my breath
The rhythm of the drums
My heart
And the ivy-eyed knave
He is of an old soul that knew me before.

Problems with hate

Sitting here I face problems,
No person should ever face.
Problems of religious freedom.
Of hatred and distaste.

I face it from my enemies,
I face it from some friends.
But I also face it with my family,
Who don't always make amends.

Just because I don't see
What you see as truth.
That is my decision to make,
Not yours or any other brute.

I walk down the hall,
Watching as they stare.
And I cringe because I know,
Some of those are glares.

I wish to spread my hands
To them and weep and ask,
"Why do you hate me,
When we are the same with no masks?

"All we want is love,
Caring and happiness.
But what I beg of you,
Is just for some acceptance!

"We are human, the two of us,
We are not different at all.
No matter gender, race, or religion,
We always try to stand up tall."

I face problems every passing day,
Of prejudice and hate,
But I will hold my head high,
And hold on to my faith.

My Piece of Heaven By Lauren

Tonight my sister changed my life.
I had refused her cuddling in my independent attempt to sleep alone
So she went downstairs to my mother,
Where she got yelled at for being out of bed.
She crawled back into my arms
And quietly said
"You know what? I still love you."
And I changed my mind about sleeping alone,
For my sister was only
My piece of Heaven
And I couldn't have possibly have let that go.

"Spirit of Water" by Andrew Barrett

Water so lovely,
Water so fair.
Full of great power,
And gentle loving care.

Your life is a cycle,
Of death and rebirth.
Your spirit sorrounds,
All on this Earth.

The People by Andy Barrett

In day of days,
And night of nights.
I saw them there,
Performing rites.

Their hoods, their cloaks,
Their cauldron and spoon.
They danced with joy,
Under the moon.

They danced in secret,
Their freedom gone.
With every moment,
That time went on.

Now out of the shadows,
They do come.
Back to the societies,
They were from.

The people I know,
The people I see.
They are not evil,
They are you, and me.