Poetry

As I gaze upon the mountains, high,
A misty tear breaks from my eye.
I glimpse the distant standing stones
And console myself, that I'm almost home.

I see grey lines against the green,
And ask myself if it's a dream,
The stones do not fade away,
As I slowly make my way.
Through the craggy mountain range,
To my ancestors' land, it seems so strange.
I embarked on my journey, long ago.
Rejoice in my awe, for I'm almost home.



Almost Home, Ingraham Ravenoak

Blessing to all it's my first poem I made It bit describes from what phase I went in my life..Hope you may like it...This was my situation before I came to my path and started learning my craft..
So I love night and I still only stay active at night why¿?? Read my Bio :-)

1) In the Darkness of night,I took my flight..
From the highest mountain,To the deepest mine..
In the Shadows I lived,But I seeked for light..
Was it my way,To live in my life..
I Thought I am happy,Then any in all..
But something was hidden,Deep in my soul..
Still I was feeling,A big part of me..
Something was missing,Absent in me..
I tried to find,I searched inside..
But I didnt saw,Any kind of light..
The darkness was only,Thing all I felt..
I was now real sure,That I need of advice..
I shouted for help,But no one heard..
I felt alone In that darkest night..
No one was there to hold me Tight..
I felt to cry,And I cried all that night..
But still this was mystery,That ate me inside..
What was that thing,That ruined me that night..
What is it at all,I was seeking as wild..
why I was feeling,alone at my side..
And
What was It,I realised at That night..

ok let me tell now what I realised after few nights and how I came into witchcraft..

2) It was now enough,I again ran at night..
That was the Full moon night of the July..
Now I was depressed,What was it missing me?..
I thought that for every single second that night..
My friends were few,As I was shy guy..
So no one I aspect To help me that night..
A sudden breeze of air chilled my eyes..
and then I looked Up high into sky..
I Stop all my worries and gazed the moon at night.
The beauty of moon and stars took my mind..
and that was the day I self realised..
The thing I was Finding was nothing but sight..
That site of the moonLight was beautiful at night..
That took My heart,and filled it all with light..
Then at that moment I thought what if I..
Don't walk the day and stay in the night..
Not only the sun,But moon also fill us with light..
All the pain and worry left me that time..
And moon and I talked whole the night..
I felt the magic of moon filled me from inside..
I was talking to me,and laughing with night..
Then I found how much I love Only the night..
After that happiest night of my life..
I went to home before morning shine..
And Then I started My PATH and CRAFT..
That filled me with knowledge and lighted my life..
...Blessed Be all...

Love Cast

Stop turn.

In the shadows you hear a name.

It whispers to you and turn back.

Ignore it.

You follow your original steps.

To work.

To sleep.

Your slumber is all but a dream.

The shadow appears again.

You hear the name.

You once more ignore it.

And back to your slumber.

As you awake and look out the window.

You see a shadow.

You hear a name.

And thrice you ignore it.

Everything is fine.

Everything is real.

Everything is normal.

Till the next day.

You sit back in class listening.

You look down

Seeing yourself casting the name

All of your page

As though someone had force your hand.

You ball the paper.

Throw it in the trash

But as you leave..

You stand where the paper had been thrown

You pick that paper out of the others with out hestiation.

You work, you sleep.

The shadow appears by your bed.

Your run your hair in your dreams

Calling the name like a sheep

Looking for it's shepard.

You find yourself under something

This something has been done to others

This is the cast.

The CAst which can break you.

The Love Cast.

*I am a Witch (poem)*


/By Beverly Schmeler/

I am a witch . I want to just be.
I hide nothing from prying eyes you see
I wear my long velvet cape and carry a staff
At the full moon I lift my eyes and arms to the sky in rapt
The craft has changed the inner me
I ask for the blessings of the Divine, my Lord & Lady you see
I am more at peace with the earth, in harmony
I am an example to live by, from me to you and back to me
The burning times shall never be again
For we are not the evil concrete
The evil you speak of was created by man not God
We worship nature by kneeling at her feet
We do not kneel in supplication
but in thanksgiving it is true
For we worship all with harm to none
Ever mindful of the three times rule
We ask for respect for the God & Goddess we adore
We have our own set of commandments to keep score
Our God is your God we worship the same way
Except our craft does not incite wars,
Killing is not our way
We do not harm anything, person, place or by action
We ask permission from the Oak when we want a piece of her
for some wooden contraption.
We know to tear a limb away would cause it pain
And for a witch, this would mean no gain
Be mindful of these words when you use your finger to laugh and point
We are all seeking love, knowledge and wisdom in this joint
We do our best everyday to be better people ...today
What more do you ask for?
When to your God you pray?

By Sesa

A haiku of mine:

silver mist beckons
dark shadows slither forward
reality fades

~Roza~

A frail and celestial rose,
Coiled in it's slumber,
Awaits for morn light.

The winds slow fondle,
Lulls it deeper into rest,
And it missed the star.

Days passed,
And the rose remained closed,
Trapped in ageless sleep.

But reality clasped on,
And without the light,
Without the skies tears,
It wore away.

It's petals fell,
Wilted, Blackened;
Yet painless.

She stays frozen,
Still clinging onto sleep,
Drifts away ceaselessly,
Only to arise,
By a simple lovers caress.

Falling Shadows

In the falling shadows of autumn’s reds and yellows,
Children dance across concrete sidewalks,
Laughing in and out of the bright, white street lights.
Screen doors slam at nine, dogs yap, yapping in the backyard
As rustling leaves blow from manicured and watered
green lawn to green lawn
the full, white moon shines down, down across town dusty yard to dusty yard
The rustling leaves blow, scratch at the earth,
Screen doors slam, sirens sound, mothers’ screaming,
Screaming in and out of the darkness of broken, yellow street lights,
Children dance across concrete sidewalks,
In the falling shadows of autumn’s reds and yellows.

Ritual

I placed four stones before me
one was a fiery red
the second was milky white
the third was of the deepest black
the fourth was green as the dark forest
upon each I called the elements to aid me in this deed
and prayed to my Holy Mother that she may grant me her power
I called upon the Horned God of the Hunt
and asked him to grant my wishes upon his swift heels
I raised all the power I could draw from within and concentrated it upon the four stones that lay before me
I breathed in deeply the scent of sage and sandalwood
and lit two sticks of dragonsblood incense
I felt the power rise in my Circle
and as it reached it's peak
aloud I cried
Great Mother, Goddess of the Sun and Moon, I beseech upon thee!
Lord of the Hunt, Great Horned God, I call upon you!
Bring my desires into material form!
Cast down all who oppose me!
And bless all who aid me on this path!
Grant me the power to see all in truth
and see not of lies and hate!
MERRY MEET!
MERRY PART!
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN!

Ocean at 2:30

At 2:30 am her bed is as empty as her mind.
But her room is as full as the ocean.
The fish are her screams,
muddled together in families.
Pillows and blankets strewn about are the jellyfish,
their tentacles reaching out,
and stinging her with their cold.
The shards of glass from the cracked mirror
are the light rays that rarely reach
to the deepest corners of the rooms depth.
And there
in the dark
is a mermaid
her red hair a tangled mess
and scales falling to the ocean floor.
The room is alive because of her,
but she is afraid to live.

yes this is mine