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I’m Bruised
Baby I’m bruised
Yes I’m bruised
From falling off
My pedestal
Baby there are
Blood stains
Yes blood stains
On my pedestal
Can you help me find
My missing teeth
From falling off
My pedestal
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Bare Feet
It’s easy to get trained
You see
By the horrid Winter freeze
To bundle up
And sneak outside
And hide from the elements
Then one sunny day in March
You wake up and hear the sound of
The garbage truck coming down your lane
And you are late again
You grab the box of recycling and race down the stairs
On to the porch
To the sidewalk
In the nick of time
And smile at the garbage man
As you turn around to head inside
Suddenly you realise
You’re outside in shirt sleeves
And standing on the sidewalk
In [...]
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The Dog Makes a Post
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Me
I will be me
Unequivocally
Always
And in every situation
No audience
No following
No friends
Or family
Will make me be
Anything other than
Me
I am not a one dimensional character
I am an onion
I have many layers
It may take time
For them all to see
All that is me
Sometimes happy
Sometimes sad
Sometimes compassionate
Sometimes stark raving mad
Though I am a human being
And thus I will change and grow
And often be a different me
I will still always
Be me
But always and forever
I will be me
Consistently
With integrity
I will be me
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An Open Letter to Mainstream Pagans, Heathens and Witches
Dear normal people of the Pagan movement. First of all let me state that I am very happy to see you, and your adorable children joining up. Witchy Soccer Mom are sooooo cute, and it’s nice to have real professionals (like lawyers) not afraid to call themselves Wiccan, or Druid, or whatever in public now. In no way do I want to chase you out of this big old stone soup of religions and magickal practices.
However, I want to make [...]
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Alan Watts
