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- Relationship Status:
- Married
- Age
- 39
- Astrological Sign
- Capricorn
- About Me:
- I am a mother of 3 daughters I also have a husband who is very understanding. I have 3 dogs and 4 cats and 3 fish. I work part time and take care of my family. I like to have time for myself. I am a witch but I some how blocked my magic and I am slowly getting them back. I am not religious.
- Beliefs / Practices
- Witch
- Other Beliefs/Practices
- You are 94% Witch or Wizard!
You are the Witch or Wizard that sees the entire universe as one thing, using the power you have to create the world for us all. Blessed be!
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- Hobbies
- Some drawing,reading,gardening,music.
- Likes
- I like gardening, music, boating,my 3 daughters, horseback riding , my husband(who is the best thing that happened to me and my kids) and all animals.
- Dislikes
- People who lie, steal, cheat, people who like to hurt or force things on others.
- How did you find PaganSpace?
- Ed " Pan"
-End Of Me-
Memories shattered
broken dreams in me,
nothing matters
just let me be.
These tears I cry
for emotions don't speak,
may soon they fly
over the peak.
As the waking eye
reaches for light,
for here I hide
to soon choose sides.
Could this be
my company?
or could this be
the end of me?
-I Lay Here under A Tree I lay here-
under a tree
glaring into the moonlight,
I begin to float,
I get closer and closer
then, a sudden rush of wind,
I begin to fall
fall towards the earth.
I lay here under a tree,
glaring back into the moonlight.
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The rising tides
are rolling in,
the gloomy clouds
are comming in
Lightning strikes
the flowing tide,
the race of heat
burns through the sky.
Twirling clouds
soon reach the ground,
the rush of wind
tears up in time.
Emotions race
straight through my veins,
the shock of fear
Me scares me inside.
-Love-
Are you here?
Are you listening?
you and me,
is this really happening?
Are you the one
hidding behind the mask?
Right here,
in my masquerade ball?
Are you the light
shinning so bright?
The face on the moon,
and the stars in the sky?
Are you the rose petals
scattered around?
The lakes,
the rivers,
the oceans,
the tides?
Are you the clouds
that hang over the mountains?
The rain that falls,
all around us?
If so,
would you like to take my heart
and the key that goes with it?
All of the poems are by my daughter Jasmyn
A Dragon Blessing
May dragons bring you wealth and guard your treasures
May they banish darkness and enlighten you
May female dragons grant you inner power
May the Dragon Queen neutralize your enemies
May Dragon Spirits give you power over elementals
May weather dragons bring rain at your request
May Ti'amat effect the changes you command
May Ishtar grant you Dragon Power.
BY Demonwolf : )
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~Magickal Graphics~
Or brushed cobwebs off his scales?
Have you stood beneath him, seeking warmth
From the steam that flows when he exhales?
Have you ever had to shield your eyes
From his loving gaze, so bright?
Do you know how to mount a dragon?
Would you dare go with him in flight?
Have you ever scratched behind his ears
Or rubbed the bump between his eyes?
Have you ever cuddled up to a dragon at night
And slept to the sound of his rumbling sighs?
Do you know about the indentations
That are exactly the right size
For humans to get a sure, firm grip
On his neck, as he starts to arise?
Have you ever awakened at night
To the sound of his lonely cry?
Most people just think it's thunder,
And carry umbrellas as his tears fall from the sky.
If you really want to meet a dragon
You must believe in him with all your heart,
And don't forget to scratch behind his ears--
That's the place where dragon friendships start!
your most welcome on the little dragon pam im so glad you liked it blessings to you ......
Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,
And the little gray mouse, she called him Blink,
And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,
But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.
Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,
And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,
Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,
And realio, trulio daggers on his toes.
Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,
Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival,
They all sat laughing in the little red wagon
At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.
Belinda giggled till she shook the house,
and Blink said Weeck! which is giggling for a mouse,
Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age,
When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,
And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.
Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda,
For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.
Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,
And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,
His beard was black, one leg was wood;
It was clear that the pirate meant no good.
Belinda paled, and she cried Help! Help!
But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp,
Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household,
And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.
But up jumped Custard snorting like an engine,
Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,
With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm,
He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.
The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon,
And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,
He fired two bullets, but they didn't hit,
And Custard gobbled him, every bit.
Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,
No one mourned for his pirate victim.
Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate
Around the dragon that ate the pirate.
But presently up spoke little dog Mustard,
I'd been twice as brave if I hadn't been flustered.
And up spoke Ink and up spoke Blink,
We'd have been three times as brave, we think,
And Custard said, I quite agree
That everybody is braver than me.
Belinda still lives in her little white house,
With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse,
And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,
And her realio, trulio little pet dragon.
Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,
Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.
I hope that you enjoy your stay.
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