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Comment by Master Golden Wizard "Luxas" on November 15, 2009 at 1:15am

gather in in the fire, soak up all the water, spindle it to air, lay with arms and body open and await (unashamed on the naked earth) and be awakened by the spirit to circle, around and round without leaving the ground, and then place your blade before your soul, and welcome it to the candle lit fires in the name of the starters....

this is the circle we face...

Comment by AD(arch-druid) Stephen W. Abbott on September 10, 2009 at 8:55pm

Hi! Everyone. I'm back after such a long time. The group looks great. I have a lot of catch up to do. I have been ill a long time. I have had major computer problems.These issues are in the past for now. I hope you all will join my group page and our 40 groups that Abbott'sinn International has on this network. I plan to be posting here soon. Take Care and Blessed Be to you all. AD(arch-druid) Stephen. Peace! Peace! Peace!

Comment by Suzie Fisher on July 13, 2009 at 10:15am

Thanks for the invite

Comment by ebony_wings on June 10, 2009 at 9:46am

Thankies for the invite....i write my own poems and stories...and im also looking for a publisher to look at my stuff.

blessed be
ebony

Comment by Inanna-Bernice on June 10, 2009 at 12:21am

Thanks for the invitation!!

Comment by blue witch on June 9, 2009 at 10:59am

thank you for invite....beautiful poetry....love and light...

Comment by goodrobn47 on April 23, 2009 at 7:01pm

The gift getters

They want to be like me, for the service’s it gets them.
This is not a community , young men find completeness
In arms of an equal soul, willingly seek out self
destruction.
This poison blood, that runs tin my veins- this unending
dread- they choose?
No not a community, when men refuse to disclose their
status!

And hide For fear of rejection, discovery , exclusion.
The lowly disenfranchised, who hate themselves, for
addictions;
the unacceptable, self loathing,finding a solution in infliction
For services, security, they choose to be like me;
the comfort of knowing , they are a part of something.
Forever down low, , sharing the gift, of infection, with
lovers!
passing it on in a cycle of deceit and abuse. This poison
blood;
I have been at deaths door, I was a skeleton on the edge
of hell This poison blood that runs in my veins- They would
choose'

Robert R Whitford 05/16/08

Comment by adam anderson on March 25, 2009 at 6:38am

my poetry is really my only method of getting what im feeling out. at least the only constructive way that is. im glad i found a place to share with people.

Comment by Fargo-Jessica on March 24, 2009 at 7:45am

I'm no poet by far! But this poems posted here is awesome! Wow thank you I enjoy reading it! Blessings Love Jess

Comment by adam anderson on March 23, 2009 at 10:03pm

I look in a mirror
All I see is intense hate
Eye’s showing terror
A face with no fate

Staring at a nobody
Starving in insanity
As I fall apart mentally
Always trying to escape reality

Sometimes there’s no reflection
A ghost in the myst
Society’s main rejection
A name on deaths list

Who am I really
Another nothing
Can I ever be
Simply a something

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