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                            SANCTITUDE
                                         by
                                   Liz Harmon

Blessed be the sanctitude that your words bring to me,
That clutch my heart among the stars and sets me free.
Confusion does form a firm all over my thoughts and actions,
for my obligations and priorities do not fullfill my passions.
Of such an innopportune time our love came to be,
but I hold onto it now, lest it become equal with memory.
Such a dark light I cast apon us from surrounding eyes
but Feed not to it, for those eyes are blind.
The Goddess looks upon us without ridicule
for all acts of love and pleasure are her rituals.

                                  INVOCATION OF BLOOD
                                                   by
                                          Bill Randall

                           Bind this substance to your flesh
                           Your soul and ours will truly mesh.
                           Twist about and forge as one
                           A bond as brilliant as the sun.

                          RUNNERS INVOCATION
                                        by
                                Bill Randall

                        Faeries, sylphs and gnomes of earth,
                        Hear ye now my words of worth!
                        Take my power, born from stride!
                        Form my wish with me tonight!

                            JAMI
                              by          december 2000
                        Bill Randall

My Goddess!! Would you look at that smile,
that laugh that fills the air?
Once I see her, I can only stand for a while,
A spirit of love with no fear or care.

She dances on stars, is made of pure night
I am the planet which watches her light
She soars through my soul like a wind through the pines
I am the earth, and pressed to her skies

She is the wind, the song of my heart
I am her shadow, and shall never part
She is a vision, asleep or awake
I am a prisoner, and my shackles won't break.

She is a fairy, enchantress of my life
I am the keeper, happiness my wife
She is the girl, the woman, my friend
I want to hold her forever with out end.

                     ASTRAL INVOCATION
                               by
                          Bill Randall

On a crystal night of frozen starts
Sailing still on strings of night
I step off the road and watch the car
Burning eyes dwindling in my sight.

And now alone, and silent left
I go to my glade of life once more
Lay out tools with fingers deft
and reach for power within my core

I stand before my spirit bright
and call the Names into the night.

I call to winds who have no brother
I scream for fire of hell's own might
I whisper to water, whose soul is the ladey
I reach for earth kept deep from the light
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The walls are sealed with the dance we trod
To horn and hoof of the goat foot God.
This space I bless, and Quarters call,
In the name of the goddess, Mother of all

                       THE ROOM
                             by
                      Bill Randall

A wind blows in a dusty room
Bare of life and living's touch
A curtain shifts within my soul
Of this pain called waiting, I can't handle much.

You stir the air past fevered skin
To long without embrace
Needy eyes seek out your form
They linger on your lovely face

A room of dust and death's decay
and you bring life within
From greyness color creeps about
But moves shy, as if in sin.

And murky glow of twilight
outside the window stern
fades to softer, gentler hues
If even death would learn.

What is this thing that stays despair?
What weapon have we, for a while?
No sword, no gun, no dagger sharp
But your perfect, liquid smile.

             THE GUITAR SPIRIT
                            by
                     Bill Randall

               I invoke thee -
               Conjure with sweat
               soaked blood driven
               Chords of violence
               Sounds of music
               Driven wetly through
               The skein of six strings
               to strike the walls
               and soak through your soul.
               I drive your beasts
               of glory, writhing
               From within your
               Grasp, break
               Your bars of fear
               and force you into
               ACTS -
               of belief, which stir
               the jaded eyes of their
               owner and melts
               within you all force
               to resist my hope.

                  AMEN
                     by
                Bill Randall

     Amen -
     The ride is over.

     Amen.
     I can breathe again.

     Amen -
     To that sir!!

     But now I look around,
    And you're not here -

    And to that I say;
    Amen.