Miraquill
Rotting Pumpkin Jacks
Rotting pumpkin jacks, green with mold
Slumped sideways in deep depression
Sitting in puddles of putrid liquid juice
Fruit flies soar on this warm Halloween
Closet pagans in orange and purple socks
Spinning webs of synthetic spider webs
Plastic skeletons, ghouls and goblins rule
Worship those Danvers Witches in Salem
Meanwhile She warms planetary survival
The Wiccan's devoid of actual spirituality
Caring more of fashion cloaks of costume
The horny overweight and promiscuous
Need a dark night to be such slut drunks
Ignore the astrological Samhain bonfires
But Death cannot me tricked by comerce
Corpses of fruits reminds us of mortality
©kevinosullivan
#pagan
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kevinosullivan
41w
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Witch
Wandering into night's embrace,
The moon will guide your way
As you look up to the sky,
See the trees begin to sway
You're following a feeling
You can hear it in your heart
Though this life is at it's end,
A delicious one will start
Your invitation glows ahead
A brightly burning pyre,
Silhouettes dance 'round it
Howling chants into the fire
Writhing bodies greet you,
Introduce you to this boon
As you step into the circle
'Neath the hanging crystal moon
A sacrament will soon begin
As Writhing forms reach deep within
Souls weave together through inner power
The overwhelming magic of the witching hour
© KNLPhoto By Martin Brechtl on Unsplash16 3
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snehhaaaa
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Mother
Take me to kneel
At mountain monuments
Towers to the heavens
Casting their shadows
On the sinners below
Take me to rest
In forests pristine
Reliquaries for souls
Who wander dreaming
Through many bountiful arms
Take me to purify
In oceans tumultuous
Let me cleanse myself
In the deepest wells
Primeval founts of life
©FaerieFoxPoetry9 1
charfire_m
77w
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Pagan
Conundrum of conducive fate
Often mixing unmatchable dates
To prove wrong perceptions within,
Showing existence of obscure care
Residing in love's silhouette we miss
What we disregard can't be envisaged
Unthinkable is possible in prismatic ways
Reluctance against open heart is shame
To drown it in regulation can be wicked
Albeit malice could seem sweet to some,
But it'll always persist without essence of peace
Pagan me try madly to contemplate,
Beliefs preaching serene still there's hate
Not to create balance in place i think
Instead to show a reality without consciousness.
©phoenix_in_ashes24 10 8
- kin_jo Wow! The topic you chose is commendable.
- phoenix_in_ashes @adithir euphoric for me. Thank you
- phoenix_in_ashes @theinkdomain thank you ❤️
- phoenix_in_ashes @tortoise thank you so much tortoise, your words are always so kind
- phoenix_in_ashes @kin_jo thank you so much kini
The Goose
Spirit of the Goose
Your presence is felt,
When the land is moist.
Your hearty bark,
Is music for my soul.
A great protector,
With a mighty hiss,
Strangers fear you,
But they do not understand you.
Your love,
For your family,
For yourself,
Knows no bounds.
Great Canadian Goose,
I thank you.
©samtheowl5 0 2
Pagan King
Ritual flames burn
Witches revel under moon
He sits on his throne
©z_herrington8 1
thewake
135w
I came to learn rather quickly
As I worshipped the ground she walked on
That she was in fact a Pagan goddess
Powerful and beautiful
Starved for what had to have felt like lifetimes
Happily
Hungrily
Readily
She accepted every sacrifice that I offered
©thewake5 0
sage my soul
and read from the scroll
vacancy make me whole
extol, extol, extol
mote it be
extol, extol, extol
©_leon_10 0
justin_aptaker
156w
invocation
come now
i welcome you
and as the sign of my invitation
i'll smear some of my blood over my thoughts
before i write them down
come burning
like the ember at the end of my cigarette
which i burn ritualistically
like a sacrifice for sin
come, i'll slay swine and serpents
to lay out for you
forgive me, it is all i have to give
but i understand that it is the sincerity of the giving
and not the gift
which you desire
and for your thirst
i'll give a bitter gall
that is all
i have, for your thirst or for mine
but come
come in time
i pine
away
like every day
you ever made
i ask for no angels to herald your arrival
lest wiser men arrive
and present you with better gifts
than i can afford
come Lord
@justin_aptaker ca. 20129 0
justin_aptaker
163w
ephemera
i was told
last night, by a woman
whose life was passing her by
that the card in my hand
indicated that i was to be reborn
now i sit
with ink from a borrowed pen
that i borrowed from a friend
who also gave me his food
as America was passing us by
and i
so long to express this lovely isolation
we are the light
of a single star
and no star
is ever very far
from my single thoughts
they touch
every one
i am
so many colors
when i divide myself
in the water that falls
poured by a man
with no plans at all
©justin_aptaker11 0
justin_aptaker
163w
totality
momentary clarity
seeing i’m human after all
grandeur drowned in mortality
i am all totality
i’m nothing at all
yes, feeling small
the largest of feelings
the hardest for telling
foretelling my futures
complexity looming
chaos consuming
hope always blooming
at the last minute
not done till i’m finished
never give up the ghost
just because you’ve lost hope
over the horizon
fixing my eyes again
flesh spirit battle weary
soul, hold me, onward dreary
love, you’re a mystery
a curse and a gift to me
the wind that keeps lifting me
the waves always drifting me
connected to feeling
in body, in realness
ethereal madness
fading some, can i grasp this
can you grasp?
i don’t ask this
my last breath, my life passed then
never to ask when
in an age, in an afternoon
breath fleeting leaving soon
inspiration the gentle moon
good night sweetly gripping me
i am all totality
©justin_aptaker8 1
justin_aptaker
163w
Sermon from Under the Earth
blessed are the fools
who call themselves fools
for others will call them wise
blessed are those who cry out to the world with stammering tongues
crouching aching and sweating
over endless lines of gibberish that fall like drum beats from the tips of their frantic pens
for they will be called Earnest
blessed are the ones who suffer withdrawals
dope-sick
shaking and sweating
desperate for a drink or a fix
for I will make them High indeed!
blessed are the sexual “deviants”
cast away by the “holy” as unclean
for they know that no man or woman may call unclean
anything that God has declared clean
Blessed are those who shake their fists in rage
at the heavens, cursing them
for they will dance in the pouring rain
©justin_aptaker12 0
The Night the Moon Was Dark
awake now!
Recite!
Write it down, letter by letter
the house of Holy is being built
brick by brick, letter by letter, gem by gem
my Spirit approached me by night
with a vision of gladness
a triumphant tiding
born on a warm and powerful wind in the dead of winter
Say, “It is finished”
Say, “The city has fallen!”
Say, “Come away with me, my love. Come away, and taste not of her poison delicacies”
as in a dream, I watched
while a mad-woman
a maenad
ran through every street and back alley
a lunatic
possessed by the moonlight
holding in her left hand
a magic wand that she had retrieved
from a children’s magic kit
a plastic wand
and everywhere she ran
she swung her wand
pointing at each and every thing
and shouting
HOLY! HOLY! HOLY! HOLY!
Holy, the cobblestones of the street! Shining in the moonlight!
Swinging her wand and pointing up
HOLY the dark clouds which move to block the moonlight
and move away again to reveal!
Swinging and shrieking and crying
HOLY! HOLY!
Pointing the wand at the gawking passerby
who stopped to stare, clutching their children tightly to guard them from her madness
HOLY the skeptics, the blind, and the deaf! For they shall see! They shall hear!
Holy your children, whom you shall not keep from me!
They will follow me through the streets, singing and dancing to my merry tunes!
Holy the children, for they believe in magic wands of plastic
Holy the plastic, no less than the gold with which you adorn your temples!
Holy the darkness, which falls over your land!
And with those words
the Lady flung her arm
pointing her wand at the moon itself
which turned red-black
like congealed blood over a wound
and darkness fell over the cobblestones in the streets
and panic fell in the hearts of the passerby
because the light was gone
and screaming terrified, they tried to drag their children with them back inside their homes
where the cold hum of electricity kept the incandescent status quo glowing from the ceilings
but the children would have none of it
the Lady had begun to dance under the darkened moon
through the black streets
singing a merry tune (holy holy holy)
and the children each broke free from the terrified death-grips of their parents
and danced behind Her
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justin_aptaker
164w
Ta Panta: The Re-Enchantment of Chaos
It’s all imaginary
it’s all real
it’s all ephemeral
all eternal
every little gesture
every racing emotion
every breathless whisper
every dark and mystical room
overflowing with night air and moonlight
nothing is ever lost
truth is what is not forgotten
suffering, we learn
learning is remembering
the pain you give me
brings me back to myself
and I remember
who and what I was
before I had eyes or ears or even chloroplasts
the symbol on my hand is changing
on fire
like all of gleaming reality itself
the pearl of price which blinds the impoverished merchants
who wander naked and lost
hawking all their wares on every noisome corner
the fire is all consuming
all sanctifying
all purifying
all changing
all revealing
I am in the fire
and in the fire, all is holy
and every last thing is eternally in flames (even the merchants)
and sleep is the great activity
and death is a dear friend
who betrays with one kiss
but whose betrayal is love incarnate
I am one
with my many selves
and though I may be above you
you hear my voice
you fumble after the meaning until it finds you
I am
the light bursting out of a broken lantern
the diamond with an infinite number of perfect cuts
the voice crying milk and honey into the wilderness
the children’s song that flies above the lamentation up on the desert plane
the melody that found its way into your equations
the dream that startles you wide awake
the life that pulsates in decay and corruption
the happily ever after horror story
I am
the unstoppable force
that meets the immovable object
and the result is nothing
nothing but the purest, clearest light
that has never entered the mind
take heart, my love
the raging storms of your own neurochemical electricity
will give birth to their own silence
all thought is designed to produce its own resounding negation
all speech is born to fade beautifully
all music is played until it is over
and it’s closing time
and the bars empty
and the streets grow silent and still under the street lights
and the last enemy, who you fear with the Great Fear
unmasks herself, a friend and a lover
The Lover of lovers
and trembling
you fall forever into her holy and erotic embrace
©justin_aptaker5 2
neverendingnevermore
169w
Of Love and War
Upon a chest, one would hear a heartbeat, that luring
-thump-
-thump-
Relaxing. Safe.
Upon a chest, thick cracks - nothing subtle - ice breaking before the fall. Tree limbs snapping. Darkness.
No tears would fall.
A warrior without rival.
A Goddess amongst savages.
A reign of terror - breath of fire - death behind a smile.
No price, no glory.
What's already broken, cannot break.
©burnagainsaint6 0
m_antonela_gioscio
169w
Druidic affirmation.
I chose to be a druid.
I chose to be the tallest tree.
I chose to be the deepest root,
And the highest branch;
The thickest trunk
And the greenest leaf.
I chose to be oaken.
I chose to be the strongest and wisest that I could be.
I chose to be me,
The best me.
And, today,
I choose it again.
©magioscio15 0 1
raexcviii
172w
Hecate
Oh dear Hecate!
Goddess of the night and craft
may you bless my soul.
©raexcviii12 0
sarah_campbell
177w
Dimensional History
Do you understand my Pagan soul?
Thoughts that take a toll,
Leave you craving more.
Do you understand metaphysics?
Ideas that leave you breathless.
There is no true beauty,
That doesn't evolve from the mind,
Awareness expansion has me in a bind,
One that savagely destroyed the barriers,
One which lures the blind.
You whisper heathen,
I explore past the realms of reason,
And lavishly dance with the season.
Hide me in the forest,
And I will commune with the Gods,
Lock me in my mind,
Other worlds, I will search for and find.
I have been engraved with theories,
Beautiful mystery,
Eyes that contain,
Dimensional history.
©sarah_campbell12 0
aaditya_uzumaki
183w
Dog
What am I? A tiny seed of nature.
Kids fear or their floofer.
Trees love me birds sing for me as I march.
A car hits me and I am free.
Why am I alive I ask?! May be it's a kid's smile or bird's dive.
©aaditya_uzumaki
