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It’s Still Pagan

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To the tune of “Its still Rock  n’ Roll” By Billy Joel

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What’s the matter with the robes I’m wearing?

“Can’t you tell that your cord’s too wide?”

Maybe I should buy a hooded cloak

Like back in the burning times

Where have you been in the broom closet honey?

“You can’t dress witchy ’till you spend a lot of money”

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Everybody’s talking about the new Path

Funny, but its still NeoPagan to me

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What’s the matter with the broom I’m riding?

“Can’t you tell that it’s out of style?”

Should I get a store bought besom?

“Are ready for us to laugh and smile?

Nowadays, you can’t be too traditional

Your best bet’s besom made exactly the way we tell ya”

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Dark Goth, Light Fluff – even if it’s old junk

It’s still NeoPagan to me

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Oh, it doesn’t matter what they say in the Circle

‘Cause it’s always been the same old scene

There’s a new Grove in town, but you can’t get the word

From a story in a magazine

Aimed at your average teen

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How about a pair of pentacle tattoos

And a dress from the… Continue reading

The Struggle

How can finding the right thing to say

Be so simple?

Words drip from their lips

Like flawless pearls

My mouth is full of marbles

The right thing to do

Seems as bright and clear as day

As they move gracefully

And with an inborn ease

While I stammer and stumble with each step

The right thing to wear and the perfect hair

Adorn their elegant bodies

Complimenting style and finesse

Eyebrows delicately raised in response

To my failed attempts at dignity

Did they have mothers

Who were just as refined?

Who taught them manners and propriety

Until it became as natural as breathing?

I cannot help but wonder

If only I had a mother capable of tact

Would I socialize with such

Utter nimbleness?

Intelligent conversation

Sails past my ears

Their words never take a wrong turn

As I struggle not to misspeak

To not interrupt or repeat

Mindless pleasantries surround me

I struggle to maintain a smile

Grateful that they deign

To tolerate my ineptness

At least for a little while

Then I take that inevitable misstep

Exposing my clumsiness

I cringe and shudder

As they cluck their tongues

Gossip behind my broken back

Speak over my bowed… Continue reading

Repost: Be A Pagan Leader

No, I don’t consider myself to be leader (see my about blurb to the right) this was written for friends and loved ones.

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Build you up to tear you down

Spitting on their heroes

Tearing you part

Then holding their hands out

What the hell do they

Think that they doing anyway?

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They say toughen up and deal

If you want to be a leader

Then harden up your heart

And don’t take it oh so hard

Do they not understand?

Can they not comprehend?

It is that very soft spot

That giant loving heart

That makes you willing and able

To be a Pagan leader

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They say it’s all trade off

Part and parcel for the fame

As if you were Madonna

Riding around in a private plane

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Why do they do it?

What could be their reasons?

Do they think that they are

Doing the community a service?

Are they stroking their own egos?

Riding on your coat tails?

Or do they just want to see you suffer?

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Making two whole dollars

For each and every book sale

Speaking at the festival

And getting paid with peanuts

Isn’t all that easy

When you… Continue reading

Liquid Sunlight

Oil is not blood

It is million year old Sunlight

Captured by the Earth

In liquid form

The good green things

Drink up the light

Photosynthesize

Die and decay

Buried and pressed

Digested by the land

And transformed over eons

Into liquid Sunlight

We with our opposable thumbs

Dig deep and greedily

Hungry and careless

Thirsty and addicted

Spoiled gluttons, never satisfied

Always wanting more

Like sociopathic children

We tear into our Mother’s body

Rip and rend

Slice and cut

We plunge long hungry hands

Through ocean-life-blood

Push greedy fingers into the soil

And suck out the liquid Sunlight

Buried within

With noisy machines

And without empathy

We penetrate and violate

We force our way in

We rape our own Mother

Remove the Sunlight within

To fuel our sick and twisted desires

To fuel our fires

To feed our noisy machines

To heat our homes

To make our lives easy

Because we are spoiled and greedy

To make this liquid Sunlight

Fuel our fires

We must pump toxic fumes

Into the Sky and the Air we breathe

The Oxygen we share with other living things

Which damages the thin layer called ozone

That protects us from the Sunlight

There are… Continue reading

We Honour the Flower Maiden

We honour the Flower Maiden,

who blesses the blooms

Who is made of meadowsweet,

oak-blossom and broom

We are the ones who dance

with the Blooming Bride

Ancient and modern rites

to celebrate May-tide

We gather here, to witness your wedding

Where two sacred fires aid winter’s fading

She who dances in the springtime dew

We welcome you here,

to help the land renew

Flower Maiden dance with us,

here on this May Eve!

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