My Poems (***=my favorites)
To the Dear Goddess
To the Dear Goddess who shines light, hope and energy into Her living creatures, who waits patiently for these creatures to come to Her, not taking them against their will.
To the Dear Goddess who rises above even Her own knowledge and sheds understanding unto Her creatures.
To the Dear Goddess who answeres the prayers of Her peoples, giving each Her individual attention.
To the Dear Goddess who helps not those that believe they know more and focuses Her attentions on those who wish to know more.
To the Dear Goddess who understands what Her peoples are going through and strives to give them understanding.
To the Dear Goddess who blesses Her peoples with gifts of wise power, but burdens those who use it unwisely with three fold.
To the Dear Goddess who shines Her smiling face upon the Earth once in a Full Moon.
To the Dear Goddess who demands nothing but love and trust and respect.
To the Dear Goddess who blesses the Earth with all of it's fortunes.
To the Dear Goddess who created the smallest spider, the greenest plant and the biggest elephant.
To the Dear Goddess who protect, watches, and guides all of Her peoples.
Written by Chantrea, 1999
Memory
To reflect upon a simple pool, to recognize it's shining warmth, to be there once again.
Close your eyes, feel it burning, you ARE there once again.
Good or bad, sweet or sorrow...Memory
A Question to you on Religion
Now seriously, Do you really think "Some God" made the universe?
The Earth, the Sun, the Stars.
Why do you think that? What do you see I don't see
(You think I don't see)
What do you know I don't know?
(You think I don't know)
Why is this "Higher Force" so obvious to you.
(How do you know it isn't to me)
Why is it you kneel before this "invisible power", why does it bind your heart so?
(How do you know it doesn't bind mine, as well)
Why, why, why?
Were you raised to believe it, tradition. now seriously, if you were someone else, would you believe the same thing? If you had never heard of what you believe (believe) or not?
Did you make up your own mind or did someone make it up for you.
Believe, what do you believe?
(I believe)
Believe what you wish, but, do you?
Why?
The Stone Circle
My Circle, it seems of stone
un-breakable, un-movable, magickal
It's not of stone
It can be a invisible line placed and drawn by my own index finger
Right hand, not left, right.
Right? Why.
Right
My Circle, never ending, never moving, never ending, never, absolute (never)
Why do I need a circle?
protection, happiness, feeling, sadness
anything
I need my circle to be complete
I need my circle for magic
My circle strikes me as a preacher's prayer booth
confession (?)
a big chair, or stool
Draped in violet velvet during the Catholic Lent
You feel safe in this violet velvet chair, don't you?
Yes.
I feel safe in my Circle
Why?
I can't tell you, comfort zone
What?
My never ending circle, my circle of stone.
Treasure
Every once in a while you stumble
upon a treasure
big and small
lots and little
It may shine, it may gleam
or it may just be
a memory.
To some it's worth a fortune in gold
But to it's holder it's more then told. I'll show you my treasure
You don't have to show me yours
but to every treasure there is a story
Please let mine unfold...
The Little Doodle
One day I drew, I drew a picture of mountains and gullies and streams
I drew.
I showed my picture to a friend
"It's just a little doodle," she said.
"No, it's not," I did reply. "See the forest? See the streams? See the sun on it's noon-tide ride?"
"No," she said. "It's just a little doodle."
So as I pondered and wondered and thought, over my picture.
I began to think of how when I make something, it is so special, but it's never so special to the one you share it with.
It's just a little doodle.
The Beaded Mask
Take off that beaded mask you wear
Put it in the costume box
Peal it off slowly
So it won't hurt
Make it look as though it was always you
Do it naturally
But it makes you feel comfortable, it can be hard
Have you forgotten about it?
That can happen when you leave it on to long.
Have you forgotten the color of your own eyes?
Leave it and Lock it
don't look back
don't open that box again
My beautiful beaded mask.
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time
There was a young girl
She was larger then life
She was life
Her soul grew to enormous proportions and She felt what others dare not touch and She looked upon what others dared not face and She wasn't scared of anything.
And though She was yound,
She was so wise
Knowing more then the greatest man
ever alive
And She lived to the greatest extent
And she was happy
to the most of Her best
For She could have lost so much, but instead it turned around
She was the greatest ever alive
in her mind
Once Upon A Time
She Looked
She looked in the mirror, at her reflection gazing back. She sighed and looked up and out the round window. The moon was centered perfectly in it's pane's round orbit
She prayed for what she needed the most
But what she did, she didn't consider a "prayer"
It was merely a wish stuck with wings to take flight.
She looked up to this round window, she did
and the moon in it's round orbit, answered back,
"Oh my dear child, weep longer no more, and dance to the Earth Angel's musical harp. If you look about, you'll notice no one here, no one will see, no one will hear."
So she did get up, but no music came to her ear though she listened with all hope with her all perfect ear
She strained to hear the moon's promised joy, she had all her resources to employ and as she sank into her despair, a sound came to her Memory, not to her ear
It was the sound of the Earth Angel's harp, it's strings glistened harmonically through all the dark. It pierced the dungeon where this child did lie
through the round window and into the sky
And as she listend Her tears turned to gold
No one knows what she mourned, for she never told.
All anyone knows of that day, is that when the Earth Angel played, the light lit her way.
Fallen Giant
A giant lies, there, on the ground.
No one can get by, for the giant blocks our way.
It bewitches us with it's magestic power
Yet in the end, it too, has fallen.
This one fell by the Lady's own power
I can, at least, say I did not bring this one.
One, in oh, a million years,
the giants fall.
The world becomes a great cemetary
as the giants fall.
~No Title~
As for now, my life has stopped, until recently my pain was blocked, and now it comes back into my life. My heart just might die. And I hope that someday I can go and face my fears, I'll let you know if I can go. Oh, if I can go. Cuz my heart was blocked, overcome and misused with pain and trust. My soul was bemused, rejected and you just faced the music and started to sway. Understand if you can that I can't live this way any longer just say, that your sorry.
Its all you can do it's to late to mend words you meant. But to understand my life is it wrong is it right? I don't know and I'm not sure I ever will now. Can you face my fears? If you can't I will understand. It's your own right to be unlike me 'cuz I can understand if you're true to yourself and believe what you say, so who cares? Right? Just because you feel you have the ability to let go of your pain do you think I have a choice? Of how I can evolve perpetually failing myself? And now I'm feeling a lot better then when I started. I'm acting as though I'm starting to fall and I can't pick myself up. I'm losing my grip and I'm starting to slip. Okay now, I quit.
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But this can't go on like this, I'm fatally drowning in my own spirit. So I'll get back up to where I was sitting 'cuz I'm after you now, and I'll show you how to treat me.
And I hope someday I can go and face my fears. I'll let you know if I can go, oh, if I can go. Cuz my heart was blocked, overcome and misused with pain and trust. My soul was bemused, rejected and you just faced the music and started to sway. Understand if you can that I can't live this way any longer, just say, that you're sorry. It's all you can do, it's to late to mend words you meant.
Gaia Dear
A web of electricity first wove the universe
A ball of light errupted, as the Lady gave the birth
And as this light shown down to us stars were formed of gold, and a little hunk of rock drifted into place
Slowly, slowly, things took shape
Gaia's face began to take
Upon her wondrous face began a great journy for us: man
But no, it is not just us alone, many creatures live in warmth upon the face of Gaia which from all our strengths spring forth
First the cell did have to split, and still the ape did have to walk
before we could show our face upon this Earth which we call our Gaia dear.
Day Dreamer
Dreamer
Gazing into the night sky of a lighted room
Imagining a different world, in a different time
Anything can happen in a dreamer's mind
Colored paper shredding, turning into stories
a blank canvas fills with color
and fairies appear where there were none.
A cold, dark world in which the Dreamer lives can turn into a world of gold,
in a dreamer's mind
People tend to criticize the dreamer
for gazing into the unknown
But if the dreamer's world is light, don't criticize the dreamer, criticize the night.
*Untitled*
Sitting underneath the sky
The moon painted a pearl white
A blanket of stars around her bare shoulders
and a blanket of life around my own.
A belief of love is all around,
a feeling of hope is in the heart.
A crown of willow around the circle
A blanket of stars around her bare shoulders
and a blanket of life around my own.
The Scream
We believe that when the screaming stops, all screaming stops.
Every second there is a scream.
It echoes around the world, but no one notices.
It is much to far below our intellectual minds to pay any heed to.
One day the screams will stop and your descendents will be motorized.
But what will it be like without those screams?
Will we all be walking in a daze, not knowing even our own desires?
Will we realize what we're missing?
And if we feel lonely what will those smaller then us do?
Will the screams start up again?
Have they already started?
If we have a portion of ourselves missing already, how will we feel when these screams die out?
Why is it only some hear these screams?
Are the rest blocking them our or just ignorant?
Why do many hear them yet don't ponder them, wondering where they are from?
And when these screams die out will knew screams begin, and will these screams be audible to all?
More coming!
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