wytchcroft

so it's Beltane and time for a catch up methinks. (Yes, Bean, fantastic text timing there m'dear)
so... it's Beltane and time to spread the love and, uh, spread the lurgy since i am in fact full of both.
Yes, thank you V. (love them sisters).

anyhoo, here are a few rambling and magic elements of stuff.
Oh, plus Nuns (for Rouka and Sidherian, you may want to skip to that bit further down).

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Love and thanks to Julie 0 without whom this piece... etc etc.

 

Well, the night you was born

Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red

The night you was born

I swear the moon turned a fire red

Many a poor mother cried out lord, the gypsy was right!

That gypsy woman that told your Pa

Gonna be mystic, gonna go far.

Got born east of Main Street under a shooting star

You could steal Groucho Marx’s cigar

And smile

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so i'm going to turn Doctor of Locks
into a puppet show... and i'm wondering - does anyone know a good site for invented instruments?

i like the idea of music made from things lying around the house to fit the steampunk theme.


oh, and a big shout out to my aetheric sister puppetwych while i'm at it, big love to you pw!:))) 

old soul old soul so young and pan dimensional
panegyric pan of action encircled by threads from sails
sailing that old wooden ship with a cruciform mast
lit out for the southern cross
old sister sister sweetly sing
sister of mine old mother friend and bastard child
a soft cat sits content behind its window a wild
street cat brawls in the tumble and decay
each brittle moment hangs like spittle from the horses mouth
and that's you sweetly singing
get the news kids straight from the horses mouth
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unclench the eyes and softly open
what is seen is also shown
given and received

love allowed is love allowed
and love allowed is
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(part two - now and here)

ah! - waking the storm, waking the storm now 
storm,
who stole that hammer from the thunder giant's hands
ah! - yeah, slipping in between his sleeping fingers
sleeping like the story says ( Read more... )

and the olive saltiness of your kiss has been never lost across the years,
that rich and savoury taste still flavouring my memory -
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Ok, so banging my head against the keys don't do it - never could get the hang of formatting,
i'll have to let the default setting do the paperwork for me  - and this will just have to be another temporary entry and an apology to any that have recieved my 'Malfunctioning Eddie' type messages.

but hey ho, i just can't grasp the codes - still, the funny comes when someone confuses typing with ...
and true enough someone asked me today,
"Why can't you SPELL???!"
Hey SonnyDjin, you listen well..

i remember the fire from her birth in the dark
i remember the earth where our feet left their mark
i remember the air when it was filled with colour
and i know that aether is the name of my mother
and water? Well, i kissed the foaming waves
and i spat them back

and i drew a circle of salt on the the green mossed rock
and planted three cups to watch over

and i remember when the moon went down
we were stood upon sacred ground
watching the angels circling round
all of my sisters
now lost to the road
know that even the hearts of stars explode
songs get forgotten, guitars corrode
and a man can be stuck forever
in the deep of a well

are you so sure now
that i cannot SPELL?


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