Live ye must let to live,
Fairly take and fairly give;
From the CIRCLE thrice about,
To keep unwelcomed spirits out.
Bind fast the spell every time,
Let the words be spoke in rhyme;
Soft of eye and light to touch,
Speak ye little , listen much.
Deosil go waxing moon
Sing and dance the WITCHES RUNE;
Widdershins go by waning moon,
Chat ye then a baleful tune.
When the LADY’S moon is new,
Kiss hand to her times two;
When the moon rides at peak,
heart’s desire then ye seek.
Heed the NORTH WIND’S mighty gale,
Lock the door and trim the sail;
When the wind from the south,
Lovr will kiss them onn the mouth;
When the wind blows from the west,
Departed souls have no rest,
When the winds blows from the east,
Expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in cauldron go,
Burn them quiuck, burn them slow;
Elder be the LADY’S tree,
Burn it not or cursed ye’ll be;
When the wind begins to turn,
Soon the beltane fires will burn;
When the wheel has turned to yule,
Light the log, the HORNED ONE rules.
Heed the flower, bush or tree,
By the LADY blessed be,
When the rippling water flow,
Cast the stone - trust you’ll know;
When ye have and hold a need,
Harken not to other’s greed;
With a fool no season spend,
Or be content as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part
Bright the cheeks, warm the heart;
Mind the three fold law ye should;
Three times bad and three time good.
True introth ever ye be,
Lest they love prove false to thee;
‘tis by sun that life be won,
and by moon that change be done.
If ye would the past to will,
Make certain the mind be still;
What good tools without inner light?
What good be magick without wisdom—sight.
Eight words the wiccan rede fulfill;
Amd harm none, do what ye wil!
For witches this law,
Where ye enter in,
From there withdraw.
An’ ye will secure the spell,
Cast some silver in the well.
Enhance thy trance,
With dung and dance.
Upon the clock
Depeneth not.
Success pursueth the persistant;
Guilt flies when none pursueth.
Power shared is power lost.
Seek thine enemy in secret.
Thoughts are things,
As a man thinkest, so he is.
If you think small,
Ye become small.
Remember the pass words:
Perfect love and perfect trust,
So trust the universe and
Be at home every where.
if ye imagine and fear,
t’will get trapped,
of course you will be trapped,
fear not and you’ wont.
No one person can accomplish all.
Danger is never overcome without danger.
The past is fixed,
Yet the future may be bent.
When communication fails,
Confusion flows.
Some things cannot be
Understood by mortal man,
Many such must be accepted.
Rush in where amgles fear to tred,
Gods are with you.
Ye are never less alone,
Then when ye are alone.
Pray to the moon when she is round,
Luck with you shall then abound;
What ye seek for shall be found,
If sea of sky or solid ground.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
who are we?
Pagan: from the country dweller…
Wicca as to bend…
Heathen from the hearth…
And a pantheon of god and goddess as we have names: asarru, hemetics, druids, hellenics and so on…
pre christain nature religions. most pagans currently are neo pagans but a few are hereditarily so.
there is an ever growing rebirth to nature religions over the world as our brother strip away the resources and eccosism we find ourselves seeking a direct path to the earth goddess of our former selves. there are statistics: witchvox,com
Pagans may worship more than one god or goddess, most of us utilize both the male and female aspects of the divine duality others feel the each face and name of the divine iis uniquely assigned to thme. We see divinty in plants, rocks, flora nad fauna even in one anohter as well as the gods and goddess we subscribe to. Just about any thing with an energy field or sense of polarity is divine unto itself. and some are so eclectic as to believe in all of the above.
the more one embraces his or her beliefs the more ethical concerns become a part of daily life. for example, the witch’s rede: an none be harmed do as ye will! There is a three fold accountability. as one points out with their index finger there are three pointing back at them and a thumb pointing to the divine. good or bad each act and each intent will not go without some reckoning.
reincarnations: just as we believe in the cycles of life, birth and rebirth so we also view death and rebirth I and one’s karma, past present and future will be there to effect the new life. In a walden school there is a story of an unborn child looking across the heavens and sees an ideal family then falls asleep to travel over the rainbow bridge to rebirth and awakes as a newly conceived babe in his or her mother’s arms. They may be gently rocking in a chair or suckling upon their mother’s breast.
pagans do not proseyltize! Absolutely not! We view one’s path unique to each individual and as many people there are points of view. We don’t seek converts but many time offer suggestion and at that time also say if it rings true for you then you must believe it! And make it your own.
we celebrate eight sabbats as holy days:
samhain – 10/31
yule - 12/21
embolic – 2/1
ostara – 3/20
beltane – 5/1
litha – 6/21
loughesad – 8/1
mebon - 9/21
doing magick and casting spells: yes, we do. It is like a formal prayer done as part of our eucharist to the god and goddess. In some way we call forth quarters to make a save place, then bring down a cone of power to do a magickal work. there must be a physical action to reflect the spiritual one. As above so below… as with in so with out… the forms and methodology varies with each practitioner but the desired effect is to create miracle through act with the natural realm. these act seem most natural!
satan worship and pagans: there is no connection. satanism is an abhorrance of the christian belief system. There is no place for it in pagan ideology, theology or mythoilogy. The devil is mentioned in the judeo-christian writing not found anywhere in our beliefs.
tools: wand, athame ( spitirual dagar or sword) candles censors and incense--AIR, a dish with salt –EARTH, as well as a cup for wine, tincture , juice or water. clothing is optional, robes and belts, capes and hoods. no intermediary need but donning such things only emphasizes to each practitioner there need of the sacred. Colour and planetary hours and days are tools as well. Just as tools are important, baths, mediation and journaling. the state of mind, heart and purpose are as important as any physical tool on an alter.
so many people are being called to the old ways of their ancestors. that spiritual path working as tribal or as a solitary.
seek out your own path and live with a happy heart. and if you decide upon this path I most recommend adhering to the golden verses as written below in an earlier entry.
blessed it be!
namsete!
hail and farewell,
hail and farewell
Wicca as to bend…
Heathen from the hearth…
And a pantheon of god and goddess as we have names: asarru, hemetics, druids, hellenics and so on…
pre christain nature religions. most pagans currently are neo pagans but a few are hereditarily so.
there is an ever growing rebirth to nature religions over the world as our brother strip away the resources and eccosism we find ourselves seeking a direct path to the earth goddess of our former selves. there are statistics: witchvox,com
Pagans may worship more than one god or goddess, most of us utilize both the male and female aspects of the divine duality others feel the each face and name of the divine iis uniquely assigned to thme. We see divinty in plants, rocks, flora nad fauna even in one anohter as well as the gods and goddess we subscribe to. Just about any thing with an energy field or sense of polarity is divine unto itself. and some are so eclectic as to believe in all of the above.
the more one embraces his or her beliefs the more ethical concerns become a part of daily life. for example, the witch’s rede: an none be harmed do as ye will! There is a three fold accountability. as one points out with their index finger there are three pointing back at them and a thumb pointing to the divine. good or bad each act and each intent will not go without some reckoning.
reincarnations: just as we believe in the cycles of life, birth and rebirth so we also view death and rebirth I and one’s karma, past present and future will be there to effect the new life. In a walden school there is a story of an unborn child looking across the heavens and sees an ideal family then falls asleep to travel over the rainbow bridge to rebirth and awakes as a newly conceived babe in his or her mother’s arms. They may be gently rocking in a chair or suckling upon their mother’s breast.
pagans do not proseyltize! Absolutely not! We view one’s path unique to each individual and as many people there are points of view. We don’t seek converts but many time offer suggestion and at that time also say if it rings true for you then you must believe it! And make it your own.
we celebrate eight sabbats as holy days:
samhain – 10/31
yule - 12/21
embolic – 2/1
ostara – 3/20
beltane – 5/1
litha – 6/21
loughesad – 8/1
mebon - 9/21
doing magick and casting spells: yes, we do. It is like a formal prayer done as part of our eucharist to the god and goddess. In some way we call forth quarters to make a save place, then bring down a cone of power to do a magickal work. there must be a physical action to reflect the spiritual one. As above so below… as with in so with out… the forms and methodology varies with each practitioner but the desired effect is to create miracle through act with the natural realm. these act seem most natural!
satan worship and pagans: there is no connection. satanism is an abhorrance of the christian belief system. There is no place for it in pagan ideology, theology or mythoilogy. The devil is mentioned in the judeo-christian writing not found anywhere in our beliefs.
tools: wand, athame ( spitirual dagar or sword) candles censors and incense--AIR, a dish with salt –EARTH, as well as a cup for wine, tincture , juice or water. clothing is optional, robes and belts, capes and hoods. no intermediary need but donning such things only emphasizes to each practitioner there need of the sacred. Colour and planetary hours and days are tools as well. Just as tools are important, baths, mediation and journaling. the state of mind, heart and purpose are as important as any physical tool on an alter.
so many people are being called to the old ways of their ancestors. that spiritual path working as tribal or as a solitary.
seek out your own path and live with a happy heart. and if you decide upon this path I most recommend adhering to the golden verses as written below in an earlier entry.
blessed it be!
namsete!
hail and farewell,
hail and farewell
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
now,
with what has been written of late by me—
when down and bleu what save hopelessness
what is a modern witch/magician to do?
problems—apart of the human condition…
after much reflections—
Ii every spiritual journey there will be obstacles to over come…
lessons to learn…
a condition of awareness.
at this point one can change the dial on the tv/radio to a new program…
down load new music…
all sorts of 23rd century imagery…
just create change…
take baby steps as u try to walk again…
recover at your own pace but do take an active role to recover despite magick and alchemy…
if a magician could create gold—
we’d all be rich.
”if wishes were horse all beggars would ride!”
until my mythical unicorn arrives to whisk me off to a castle,
to my prince charming—
where we’ll have babies and live happily ever after,
I’ll learn to accept life in the mundane world.
struggle through adversity, meditate, journal then actively plan to change one’s situation choose not to be a victim.
do not accept the yoke put upon you.
refuse to be a welcome mat for the callous to wipe their feet upon do stand up and say no!
do not allow abuse, even champion it for the sake of other’s to empower you to change you part of the universe…
take will, concentration and your innate divinity to access—renewal.
there are no mathematical equations to remedy loss…
but there self help books, ie to recover, death, loss, even sexual abuse…
google, cheque the libraries, seek council if necessary…
I will seek out some that have worked for me and add them at the end of this entry…
this is meant to preach to me as much as to inspire others…
with each unfortunate situation,
each problem countered successfully—
one becomes stronger.
first step back, view yourself, the situation
spectate, concentrate, initiate then create your future.
you rule your responses,
you can surmount difficulties—
with a thought.
i am worthy,
I am loved…
the pendulum swings to two extremes—
from hot to cold,
from dry to wet,
from dark to light
and so on…
no real good nor bad.
It is intent that matters most here…
cheque your own.
as I am.
all words written,
all training should be questioned for there measure
of truth for you alone.
borrow what you need and move on to a better you.
if any of my experiences or words are an asset all the better…let each of us learn to acknowledge our weaknesses and strengths.
take a written inventory frequently.
ask your friends to write down a description of you that they use to share with another person as an introductory of you.
do not crumble under their frankness but learn in measure…
other wise be destroyed by complacency.
a positive attitude—
write a frank list of good and bad traits.
what is best abut you?
what is your greatest fault?
then ask a friend to write an introduction of you to another person as an introductory of you...
read and evaluate…
do not crumble under their frankness but learn in measure…
other wise be destroyed by complacency.
a positive attitude—
to enact magick upon one’s self…
to produce positive change, proactive…
AWARE and a new INCARNATION!
you are in this body…
it is but a vessel…
do not accept imposed limitations!
By your self, friends, coworker even family!
In an aware/awake act of faith—
purchase with a new heart
a new box of crayons—
this time all 64 of them—
colour your world.
as above so below…
(not the angry dragons of sekmet…
nor avenging valkree…)
mirror nature
become the newly freed butterfly leaving behind the limitations of the crystalist!
further thoughts on change and the cycles of life:
the earth rotates around the sun…
the moon around the earth….
the sun rises and sets…
the moon waxes and wanes…
plants shoot up welcoming the increasing sun light in the spring…
leaves turn colour in the autumn then gently fall from the tress…
and so on…
sometimes we are at the top of the wheel of fortune…
and other times at the bottom—
but the wheel continues to spin around…ever moving—
“the starlit mire…”one must be able to recognize adversity as opposition by the fates or if it is pointless due to self inflicted melodrama…
drama queens—being the perpetual icon—
separate yourself from the misfortune—
the dross of attention—seeking…
karma: past
present and
future…
if we act stupidly reaping the consequences we know
that spiritual rules are not completely applicable on this worldly plane—
nothing could be more blatant.
choose wisely whether or not—
to catapult yourself into utter chaos…
some karma is programmed into our very genes—
now with that said…
martyrdom is not the path for all!
we have rules—
scenes to play…
for as the bard has said--.”that all of life is a stage…”
there’s more to life than we can possibly and sensibly influence,
so choose your battles…
cheque your strategies, know the realms of your influence
now with that said: lets not bemoan our problems
without sense to seek resolve.
so preaching to the choir—myself is needed most at this time…
and I hope my reflections offer some help to all readers as well.
when a witch is blue…
what ever should he or she do?
again—
if magick could solve all problems…
and chemical alchemy could work…
all magicians/witches would be wealthy and wise!
“if wishes were horses—beggars would ride…”
magick lends added impetus to do all—
with in one’s power…so none be harmed do as you will…
“in each life a measure of rain must fall…
the gods let it rain on the good and evil,
the rich and the poor…”
creative effectively change
as within so without…
as above so below…
as in the macro so the micro…
and so on.
seek guidance in crises and cheque all
teacher and writers for truth and worth…
then borrow what most applies to effect change
within yourself and in others for the best results…
like championing a cause after finding a wrong is done to you.
not vengeance but to keep safe all creatures of this world.
keep those about you from finding the harm that you have endured…
by educating child not to burn their hands upon a hot stove…
keep watch to not allow others to repeat their folly in error
whether or not they even are AWARE enough to realize, own or apologize and learn from their mistakes.
do not let anger be your guide but
rather a need to nurture and tend…
harming none…
there are so many good help books—
feel free to google or seek to get assistance…
learn to change the program on your personal television…
the self-tube!
reprogram former reactions—
to thought out actions!
with each problem that we successfully counteract—
resolve,
we become stronger and closer to our true spiritual nature.
mai oui, this may incorporate magick,
reading,
research and
even council for a good and spiritual mentor.
out of this darkness do not loose sight of the light.
search for the greater and most spiritual truths…
look beyond the now…
to the cosmic lessons at hand…
walk the pathway of the tree of life…
(there are 32 pathways and they correspond to the higher acrana of the tarot.)
Severity Middle Pillar Mercy
Yin Yang
Negativity Activity
Kether
Binah abyss Chokmah
Geburah Chesed
Tiphareth
Hod Netzach
Yesod
Malkuth
learn each sephera, it’s correspondences, angels, planets and so on…
learn to meditate and journal on each experience then you can…
step beyond your present misfortune.
strength and epiphany are the necessary tools to over come…
adversity is either a stumbling block or a stepping stone to the bridge of greater opportunity!
01/--/2007 verbal meandering on a Friday afternoon
magick and homosexuality:
so often in nature and nature based religions…
sexuality is key to death and rebirth.
as fall gives way to winter’s dark cold and dormant phase.
spring brings rebirth, renewal, regeneration.
so death happens as persephone leaves the surface.
the sun god dies to be reborn.
at beltane
the god copulates with the earth goddess
at assure fruitful crops in spring.
so, sex is a part of magick.
Sex is the catalyst of life…
some archaic practitioner’s of the craft and magick—
have voice disapproval of same sex love/orientation,
reflecting the time and culture that they lived in…
early man and womyn didn’t seem to have such prejudices…
look at early civilization, the greeks…
every thing in moderation,
among reasoning adults,
done with intent to do harm
or force of will…
should be accepted.
as above, so below.
ducks and swans,
penguins and rams…
in nature so many animal pair as male couples.
(bigots,
self righteous right winged christians
like oral roberts, or jerry falwell—
do not suffer me to you limited view of god or sexuality.
they are your rules…
it is your god…
you burn in hell!
nor choose to emulate the incestuous
and abusive relationships of horus and his uncle seth.
but …)
so amazons and dianic arise!
worshipers of apollo and initiates of dionysus—
unite with god and goddess!
enamor amour…
foreplay
soft and sincere--
long and hard—
hot and wet!
do it all if you wish--
without regret!
mon ami, jeane homme, --voulez vous
a couchet avec moi?
chant “la vie en rose!”
jouex, heureux et contemplate!
mon pettite chou!je
je rendre faire avec plaisir tu corps…a moi et yu!
baiser moi et tu.
amer aigre-doux, passionnant!
fuck now!
Nicht zu langsam!
Zalig elk uur,dat Dag van den Nacht wint…
Zalig het lied maar slechts voor u, mijn Maat!
busa mi, bonito joven partir—decidir sin duda nuestra--
abrir cuanto tu caja de amou-r-
estoy calente mas!
viva tu pena!
mi novio, viva la via de la alegre
sing now choirs of angels;
djinis; flora and fauna…
articulate as choirs…
Sing of the love that dare not speak it’s name…
even-- faeries, undines, sylphs and gnomes
”when any spirit can love another, physically as well as spiritually (where mutually consensual) we know then were are getting somewhere in our evolutions”.
sharing the SPARK OF THE DIVINE!
Whether the male or female energies from you last life
causes your homosexuality,
or chemical changes in the womb during pregnancy…
I don’t care to speculate…
change what you can…
accept what you cannot change…
pray for wisdom to discern the difference…
IN ALL LOVE…
FOR LOVE IS THE GREATEST
AND NOBLIST EXPRESSION OF MAGICK!
(all else without love rings as hollow gongs,
muted cymbols,
broken bowls,
tatered drums…
again:
articulate as choirs…
sing of the love that dare not speak it’s name…
most recent movies--
“making love,”
“torch song trilogy”
even “broke back mountain.”)
harming none do what you will…
so mote it be!
dear readers…
blessed it be!
nameste!
with what has been written of late by me—
when down and bleu what save hopelessness
what is a modern witch/magician to do?
problems—apart of the human condition…
after much reflections—
Ii every spiritual journey there will be obstacles to over come…
lessons to learn…
a condition of awareness.
at this point one can change the dial on the tv/radio to a new program…
down load new music…
all sorts of 23rd century imagery…
just create change…
take baby steps as u try to walk again…
recover at your own pace but do take an active role to recover despite magick and alchemy…
if a magician could create gold—
we’d all be rich.
”if wishes were horse all beggars would ride!”
until my mythical unicorn arrives to whisk me off to a castle,
to my prince charming—
where we’ll have babies and live happily ever after,
I’ll learn to accept life in the mundane world.
struggle through adversity, meditate, journal then actively plan to change one’s situation choose not to be a victim.
do not accept the yoke put upon you.
refuse to be a welcome mat for the callous to wipe their feet upon do stand up and say no!
do not allow abuse, even champion it for the sake of other’s to empower you to change you part of the universe…
take will, concentration and your innate divinity to access—renewal.
there are no mathematical equations to remedy loss…
but there self help books, ie to recover, death, loss, even sexual abuse…
google, cheque the libraries, seek council if necessary…
I will seek out some that have worked for me and add them at the end of this entry…
this is meant to preach to me as much as to inspire others…
with each unfortunate situation,
each problem countered successfully—
one becomes stronger.
first step back, view yourself, the situation
spectate, concentrate, initiate then create your future.
you rule your responses,
you can surmount difficulties—
with a thought.
i am worthy,
I am loved…
the pendulum swings to two extremes—
from hot to cold,
from dry to wet,
from dark to light
and so on…
no real good nor bad.
It is intent that matters most here…
cheque your own.
as I am.
all words written,
all training should be questioned for there measure
of truth for you alone.
borrow what you need and move on to a better you.
if any of my experiences or words are an asset all the better…let each of us learn to acknowledge our weaknesses and strengths.
take a written inventory frequently.
ask your friends to write down a description of you that they use to share with another person as an introductory of you.
do not crumble under their frankness but learn in measure…
other wise be destroyed by complacency.
a positive attitude—
write a frank list of good and bad traits.
what is best abut you?
what is your greatest fault?
then ask a friend to write an introduction of you to another person as an introductory of you...
read and evaluate…
do not crumble under their frankness but learn in measure…
other wise be destroyed by complacency.
a positive attitude—
to enact magick upon one’s self…
to produce positive change, proactive…
AWARE and a new INCARNATION!
you are in this body…
it is but a vessel…
do not accept imposed limitations!
By your self, friends, coworker even family!
In an aware/awake act of faith—
purchase with a new heart
a new box of crayons—
this time all 64 of them—
colour your world.
as above so below…
(not the angry dragons of sekmet…
nor avenging valkree…)
mirror nature
become the newly freed butterfly leaving behind the limitations of the crystalist!
further thoughts on change and the cycles of life:
the earth rotates around the sun…
the moon around the earth….
the sun rises and sets…
the moon waxes and wanes…
plants shoot up welcoming the increasing sun light in the spring…
leaves turn colour in the autumn then gently fall from the tress…
and so on…
sometimes we are at the top of the wheel of fortune…
and other times at the bottom—
but the wheel continues to spin around…ever moving—
“the starlit mire…”one must be able to recognize adversity as opposition by the fates or if it is pointless due to self inflicted melodrama…
drama queens—being the perpetual icon—
separate yourself from the misfortune—
the dross of attention—seeking…
karma: past
present and
future…
if we act stupidly reaping the consequences we know
that spiritual rules are not completely applicable on this worldly plane—
nothing could be more blatant.
choose wisely whether or not—
to catapult yourself into utter chaos…
some karma is programmed into our very genes—
now with that said…
martyrdom is not the path for all!
we have rules—
scenes to play…
for as the bard has said--.”that all of life is a stage…”
there’s more to life than we can possibly and sensibly influence,
so choose your battles…
cheque your strategies, know the realms of your influence
now with that said: lets not bemoan our problems
without sense to seek resolve.
so preaching to the choir—myself is needed most at this time…
and I hope my reflections offer some help to all readers as well.
when a witch is blue…
what ever should he or she do?
again—
if magick could solve all problems…
and chemical alchemy could work…
all magicians/witches would be wealthy and wise!
“if wishes were horses—beggars would ride…”
magick lends added impetus to do all—
with in one’s power…so none be harmed do as you will…
“in each life a measure of rain must fall…
the gods let it rain on the good and evil,
the rich and the poor…”
creative effectively change
as within so without…
as above so below…
as in the macro so the micro…
and so on.
seek guidance in crises and cheque all
teacher and writers for truth and worth…
then borrow what most applies to effect change
within yourself and in others for the best results…
like championing a cause after finding a wrong is done to you.
not vengeance but to keep safe all creatures of this world.
keep those about you from finding the harm that you have endured…
by educating child not to burn their hands upon a hot stove…
keep watch to not allow others to repeat their folly in error
whether or not they even are AWARE enough to realize, own or apologize and learn from their mistakes.
do not let anger be your guide but
rather a need to nurture and tend…
harming none…
there are so many good help books—
feel free to google or seek to get assistance…
learn to change the program on your personal television…
the self-tube!
reprogram former reactions—
to thought out actions!
with each problem that we successfully counteract—
resolve,
we become stronger and closer to our true spiritual nature.
mai oui, this may incorporate magick,
reading,
research and
even council for a good and spiritual mentor.
out of this darkness do not loose sight of the light.
search for the greater and most spiritual truths…
look beyond the now…
to the cosmic lessons at hand…
walk the pathway of the tree of life…
(there are 32 pathways and they correspond to the higher acrana of the tarot.)
Severity Middle Pillar Mercy
Yin Yang
Negativity Activity
Kether
Binah abyss Chokmah
Geburah Chesed
Tiphareth
Hod Netzach
Yesod
Malkuth
learn each sephera, it’s correspondences, angels, planets and so on…
learn to meditate and journal on each experience then you can…
step beyond your present misfortune.
strength and epiphany are the necessary tools to over come…
adversity is either a stumbling block or a stepping stone to the bridge of greater opportunity!
01/--/2007 verbal meandering on a Friday afternoon
magick and homosexuality:
so often in nature and nature based religions…
sexuality is key to death and rebirth.
as fall gives way to winter’s dark cold and dormant phase.
spring brings rebirth, renewal, regeneration.
so death happens as persephone leaves the surface.
the sun god dies to be reborn.
at beltane
the god copulates with the earth goddess
at assure fruitful crops in spring.
so, sex is a part of magick.
Sex is the catalyst of life…
some archaic practitioner’s of the craft and magick—
have voice disapproval of same sex love/orientation,
reflecting the time and culture that they lived in…
early man and womyn didn’t seem to have such prejudices…
look at early civilization, the greeks…
every thing in moderation,
among reasoning adults,
done with intent to do harm
or force of will…
should be accepted.
as above, so below.
ducks and swans,
penguins and rams…
in nature so many animal pair as male couples.
(bigots,
self righteous right winged christians
like oral roberts, or jerry falwell—
do not suffer me to you limited view of god or sexuality.
they are your rules…
it is your god…
you burn in hell!
nor choose to emulate the incestuous
and abusive relationships of horus and his uncle seth.
but …)
so amazons and dianic arise!
worshipers of apollo and initiates of dionysus—
unite with god and goddess!
enamor amour…
foreplay
soft and sincere--
long and hard—
hot and wet!
do it all if you wish--
without regret!
mon ami, jeane homme, --voulez vous
a couchet avec moi?
chant “la vie en rose!”
jouex, heureux et contemplate!
mon pettite chou!je
je rendre faire avec plaisir tu corps…a moi et yu!
baiser moi et tu.
amer aigre-doux, passionnant!
fuck now!
Nicht zu langsam!
Zalig elk uur,dat Dag van den Nacht wint…
Zalig het lied maar slechts voor u, mijn Maat!
busa mi, bonito joven partir—decidir sin duda nuestra--
abrir cuanto tu caja de amou-r-
estoy calente mas!
viva tu pena!
mi novio, viva la via de la alegre
sing now choirs of angels;
djinis; flora and fauna…
articulate as choirs…
Sing of the love that dare not speak it’s name…
even-- faeries, undines, sylphs and gnomes
”when any spirit can love another, physically as well as spiritually (where mutually consensual) we know then were are getting somewhere in our evolutions”.
sharing the SPARK OF THE DIVINE!
Whether the male or female energies from you last life
causes your homosexuality,
or chemical changes in the womb during pregnancy…
I don’t care to speculate…
change what you can…
accept what you cannot change…
pray for wisdom to discern the difference…
IN ALL LOVE…
FOR LOVE IS THE GREATEST
AND NOBLIST EXPRESSION OF MAGICK!
(all else without love rings as hollow gongs,
muted cymbols,
broken bowls,
tatered drums…
again:
articulate as choirs…
sing of the love that dare not speak it’s name…
most recent movies--
“making love,”
“torch song trilogy”
even “broke back mountain.”)
harming none do what you will…
so mote it be!
dear readers…
blessed it be!
nameste!
Monday, January 22, 2007
withes know that life is cyclic--
all of it!
the earth rotates around the sun…
the moon around the earth….
the sun rises and sets…
the moon waxes and wanes…
plants shoot up welcoming the increasing sun light in the spring…
leaves turn colour in the autumn then gently fall from the tress…
and so on…
sometimes we are at the top of the wheel of fortune…
and other times at the bottom—
but the wheel continues to spin around…ever moving—
“the starlit mire…”one must be able to recognize adversity as opposition by the fates or if it is pointless due to self inflicted melodrama…
drama queens—being the perpetual icon—
separate yourself from the misfortune—
the dross of attention—seeking…
karma: past
present and
future…
if we act stupidly reaping the consequences we know
that spiritual rules are not completely applicable on this worldly plane—
nothing could be more blatant.
choose wisely whether or not—
to catapult yourself into utter chaos…
some karma is programmed into our very genes—
now with that said…
martyrdom is not the path for all!
we have rules—
scenes to play…
for as the bard has said--.”that all of life is a stage…”
there’s more to life than we can possibly and sensibly influence,
so choose your battles…
cheque your strategies, know the realms of your influence
now with that said: lets not bemoan our problems
without sense to seek resolve.
So preaching to the choir—myself is needed most at this time…
And I hope my reflections offer some help to all readers as well.
When a witch is blue…
what ever should he or she do?
If magick could solve all problems… and chemical alchemy could work…
All magicians/witches would be wealthy and wise!
“if wishes were horses—beggars would ride…”
magick lends added impetus to do all—
with in one’s power…so none be harmed do as you will…
“in each life a measure of rain must fall…
the gods let it rain on the good and evil,
the rich and the poor…”
creative effectively change
as within so without…
as above so below…
aAs in the macro so the micro…
and so on.
seek guidance in crises and cheque all
teacher and writers for truth and worth…
then borrow what most applies to effect change
within yourself and in others for the best results…
like championing a cause after finding a wrong is done to you.
not vengeance but to keep safe all creatures of this world.
keep those about you from finding the harm that you have endured…
by educating child not to burn their hands upon a hot stove…
keep watch to not allow others to repeat their folly in error
whether or not they even are AWARE enough to realize, own or apologize and learn from their mistakes.
do not let anger be your guide but
rather a need to nurture and tend…
harming none…
there are so many good help books—
feel free to google or seek to get assistance…
learn to change the program on your personal television…
the self-tube!
reprogram former reactions—
to thought out actions!
with each problem that we successfully counteract—
resolve,
we become stronger and closer to our true spiritual nature.
mai oui, this may incorporate magick,
reading,
research and
even council for a good and spiritual mentor.
out of this darkness do not loose sight of the light.
search for the greater and most spiritual truths…
look beyond the now…
to the cosmic lessons at hand…
walk the pathway of the tree of life…
(there are 32 pathways and they correspond to the higher acrana of the tarot.)
Severity Middle Pillar Mercy Yin Yang Negativity activity Kether
Binah abyss Chokmah Geburah Chesed Tiphareth Hod Netzach Yesod Malkuth
learn each sephera, it’s correspondences, angels, planets and so on…
learn to meditate and journal on each experience then you can…
step beyond your present misfortune.
strength and epiphany are the necessary tools to over come…
adversity is either a stumbling block or a stepping stone to the bridge of greater opportunity!
the earth rotates around the sun…
the moon around the earth….
the sun rises and sets…
the moon waxes and wanes…
plants shoot up welcoming the increasing sun light in the spring…
leaves turn colour in the autumn then gently fall from the tress…
and so on…
sometimes we are at the top of the wheel of fortune…
and other times at the bottom—
but the wheel continues to spin around…ever moving—
“the starlit mire…”one must be able to recognize adversity as opposition by the fates or if it is pointless due to self inflicted melodrama…
drama queens—being the perpetual icon—
separate yourself from the misfortune—
the dross of attention—seeking…
karma: past
present and
future…
if we act stupidly reaping the consequences we know
that spiritual rules are not completely applicable on this worldly plane—
nothing could be more blatant.
choose wisely whether or not—
to catapult yourself into utter chaos…
some karma is programmed into our very genes—
now with that said…
martyrdom is not the path for all!
we have rules—
scenes to play…
for as the bard has said--.”that all of life is a stage…”
there’s more to life than we can possibly and sensibly influence,
so choose your battles…
cheque your strategies, know the realms of your influence
now with that said: lets not bemoan our problems
without sense to seek resolve.
So preaching to the choir—myself is needed most at this time…
And I hope my reflections offer some help to all readers as well.
When a witch is blue…
what ever should he or she do?
If magick could solve all problems… and chemical alchemy could work…
All magicians/witches would be wealthy and wise!
“if wishes were horses—beggars would ride…”
magick lends added impetus to do all—
with in one’s power…so none be harmed do as you will…
“in each life a measure of rain must fall…
the gods let it rain on the good and evil,
the rich and the poor…”
creative effectively change
as within so without…
as above so below…
aAs in the macro so the micro…
and so on.
seek guidance in crises and cheque all
teacher and writers for truth and worth…
then borrow what most applies to effect change
within yourself and in others for the best results…
like championing a cause after finding a wrong is done to you.
not vengeance but to keep safe all creatures of this world.
keep those about you from finding the harm that you have endured…
by educating child not to burn their hands upon a hot stove…
keep watch to not allow others to repeat their folly in error
whether or not they even are AWARE enough to realize, own or apologize and learn from their mistakes.
do not let anger be your guide but
rather a need to nurture and tend…
harming none…
there are so many good help books—
feel free to google or seek to get assistance…
learn to change the program on your personal television…
the self-tube!
reprogram former reactions—
to thought out actions!
with each problem that we successfully counteract—
resolve,
we become stronger and closer to our true spiritual nature.
mai oui, this may incorporate magick,
reading,
research and
even council for a good and spiritual mentor.
out of this darkness do not loose sight of the light.
search for the greater and most spiritual truths…
look beyond the now…
to the cosmic lessons at hand…
walk the pathway of the tree of life…
(there are 32 pathways and they correspond to the higher acrana of the tarot.)
Severity Middle Pillar Mercy Yin Yang Negativity activity Kether
Binah abyss Chokmah Geburah Chesed Tiphareth Hod Netzach Yesod Malkuth
learn each sephera, it’s correspondences, angels, planets and so on…
learn to meditate and journal on each experience then you can…
step beyond your present misfortune.
strength and epiphany are the necessary tools to over come…
adversity is either a stumbling block or a stepping stone to the bridge of greater opportunity!
Villanelle for a Playboy:
By Trebor Healey
Is it possible to love a satyr?
The sex is good, but he wont linger
And will see him later?
Empty as a moon-like crater
Weeping, I’m a hollow singer
Is it possible to love a satyr?
Intent he was up manly nadir
Will he plunge against his stinger?
And will I see him later?
Of my longing, he’s the emancipator
The water and seed bringer
Is it possible to love a satyr?
To my every lustful pining does he cater
Of my body’s cashdrawer he’s the cha-chinger
And will I see him later?
Without him, I’m a sorry masturbator
Dreaming – why, he even had a cloven finger
Is it possible to love a satyr?
And will I see him later?
Sail on sliver…
Ride the wild sea—
Impelled upon me
Rudder I stir thee…
It flaps red in the sky
But pirate – he and I!
Yellow, the sun shines amber – gold
Hazy purples, mauve, pink and coral – unfold…
Ride me high—
Ride me low—
Be my cabin boy – so bold!
Grind again my hull like barnacle attached—
Your visage – pale, --raven haired beauty – unmatched!
We secured in love – lust – dreams detached…
Red sail upon a sun set—
In north seas of passion sans regret!
01/21/2007 -- on a Sunday afternoon
Selig wer sich von der Welt
Ohne Hap vershiept,
Einen Freund am Busen haalt
Und mit dem geniept,
Was, von Menschen nicht gewupt
Oder ncht bedacht,
Durch das Labryanth de Biust
Wandelt in der Nacht!
By Trebor Healey
Is it possible to love a satyr?
The sex is good, but he wont linger
And will see him later?
Empty as a moon-like crater
Weeping, I’m a hollow singer
Is it possible to love a satyr?
Intent he was up manly nadir
Will he plunge against his stinger?
And will I see him later?
Of my longing, he’s the emancipator
The water and seed bringer
Is it possible to love a satyr?
To my every lustful pining does he cater
Of my body’s cashdrawer he’s the cha-chinger
And will I see him later?
Without him, I’m a sorry masturbator
Dreaming – why, he even had a cloven finger
Is it possible to love a satyr?
And will I see him later?
Sail on sliver…
Ride the wild sea—
Impelled upon me
Rudder I stir thee…
It flaps red in the sky
But pirate – he and I!
Yellow, the sun shines amber – gold
Hazy purples, mauve, pink and coral – unfold…
Ride me high—
Ride me low—
Be my cabin boy – so bold!
Grind again my hull like barnacle attached—
Your visage – pale, --raven haired beauty – unmatched!
We secured in love – lust – dreams detached…
Red sail upon a sun set—
In north seas of passion sans regret!
01/21/2007 -- on a Sunday afternoon
Selig wer sich von der Welt
Ohne Hap vershiept,
Einen Freund am Busen haalt
Und mit dem geniept,
Was, von Menschen nicht gewupt
Oder ncht bedacht,
Durch das Labryanth de Biust
Wandelt in der Nacht!
Breitestuber mein Gefild
Linderand deinen blick,
Weides Freudes Augemild
Ubermen Geschick.
Gerber
7:10 am, sunday the twenty of january, 2007
after scrubbing the kitchen pantry floor as i went to let the dog out,
the side gates’ door…
opened to reveal…
the handsome gouth, roger,
he asked are you ready to go from breakfast?
i replied i must shower first.
the tea had steeped.
i pour out two cups & served the both of us.
then picked up the two cups we left for the den and the bathroom.
lacking all modesty,
i started to disrobe.
he in turned did likewise but with lack of function
he stepped most erotically through his clothes about the room with abandon.
as his trousers were forced down his rigid cock sprang forth…
foreshadowing his truest intent.
i pulled back up my shorts and ran to the kitchen retrieving the necessities…
(lubricant…)
when i returned he set playfully tossing his cock about
like an autistic child with a string
and rubbed his chest as if he had just felt it for the first time.
i leaned down and kissed him forcefully
parting his lips with my tongue…
digging in with it as if i were starving for sustenance
then i gobbled each ear…
gnawed down to his neck…
bite me!
chew!
mark me!
his dark anne rice heart showed his truest intent yet again.
a most common thread--
i fed his fetish with fervor…
playing with his nipple with my cool finger tips--
after quite some time…
the licked my way down to suckle them.
then licking down his soft pale tummy…
to his raven pubs…
i took some in my teeth & started to pull playfully—
harder he softly cried.
i grabbed his cock in my erection in my palm and--
i jerked freeing some hairs…
pulled them from my lips and
with my teeth laid claim to more and more.
i licked his cock…
then placed my lips across it perpendicularly…
bubbing my lips up and down the shaft forcing it to rub his lower belly
the pain of pulling out his hair with such force
was yet another kind act of passion and lust.
oh, god yes, he whispered
like a cooing white dove.
turning I lick his cock once more before descending to his balls
and manly seam
to the rose of joy—
that i hungrily kissed, tongued in wanton!
one hand stroked his tummy
the other held his nuts
then I tied a red silk cord about the base of his cock
and several time around his balls
in a slip knot for easy release.
i rimmed him again…
please take me he moaned…
then he bit a plastic piece
to free a piece of latex
as safety did most demand.
he freed him self from my lip lock—
slide the condom on my phallus
his skill there duly noted despite my abandon state.
then slide down impelling himself there
half on a chair and the other on me kneeling on the floor.
he quivered as he grinned his ass with all the force his youth could muster
i felt the bone above his anus rub harshly into my pubic bone.
his love glove round encircling my penis as only it could.
his round peg in a round hole!
i bite him in ravenous desire.
grawing the already red and bruised flesh.
by the gods! I cried as I came deep with in him…
jesus! He gasped into my ear
then he licked it as if to say thanks…
we rolled over onto the floor,
his back to my tummy—
Spoon fashion.
we fit together as only two men can
after a wee respite we crawled to our feet
and off to the shower that caused our casual but so brief
expression of “love”
we slowly slipped apart.
i started to rim him again.
he turned about facing my feet…
licked the tip of my cock.
then slowly engulfed it with his lips…
my usual response would have been to push him away.
but no this sailor
my mast he-trimmed the sail--
i left his rosy satin ass bud.
and one hand at the base of his cock
keeping it most taunt--
the other to back from sudden impale.
i suck him as I would only a man that i’d truly love.
as we sucked…
i gave up my last hold on not being a cock sucker!
i will own that title with him now
and most likely yet again…
as his nut shrank all but loosing them selves with his warm desiden flesh.
i pulled away and tugged at the reed silk rip cord.
my cock fell free from the wet furnace of his throat.
ARGH! He spat out in another ocean of release.
i soaped him and he me.
as we both became hard again
i reached around the curtain and grabbed another condom.
he bit , retrieved and slide it onto me.
then turned to face the spraying water’s fount.
he took his hands…
one to separate his cheeks the other to lead me to his treasure.
as I fucked him roughly
sans mercy!
i took what I claimed
named it mine to have and own.
yet again it bite his neck and shoulders
in a too brief period of time
he cried in abandon.
Fuck me!
as if I’d let anyone else near my pot of gold!
i dug my fingers into his tits…
he shot brilliant white globs of cum
upon the shower wall
the water could not quickly rinse their copiously thick stains away.
i took my hand and retrieved them as chi then slide
my fingers of goob into both of our mouths.
we dressed as if in sudden painful sadness,
with out word our clothes cleaved against or bodies
as a brig’s bars the imprisoned us from each other.
we picked up a all but full cold cups of tea
we had had so little regard for…
and slipped into the kitchen.
set them down—
he put on his coat—
i still wan t to take you out for a meal
but must leave to be to work on time.
i said save your money then do me a more adequate help
with getting my cell phone bill paid…
we kissed a good bye as he played with the door.
i watched
him as he walked away…
he turned and said I love—
i put my index finger to my lips as if to stop him from continuing—
having met you. He said with resolve then louder
you are too modest…
he blew a kiss I captured it in the air &and placed it on my lips
you aren’t a good lover—
you are the ultimate best.
my heart soared.
another from melancholy despair…
he turned
but screamed as if it were the greatest release in our love making
call me your butt pirate and I’ll call you my long dong silver.
a charming but surly smile…
another “R: in my life…
sunday 10:48 am
01/20/2007
ovalphagy—
a shark’s life with former housemates
at 1515 warren street,
randall d. christner and lee w. kikuchi!
the friendly enmeshment that devastated:
(despite their best-good intentions,
the not so dynamic dual did the deeds of destruction
miserly counting their pennies—
enumerating their oh so personal—
losses and gains!
money, the meter stick, that seemed to measure out each small part of
a friendship so easily tossed aside…
like so much flots-some and jets-some—
the ship wreck of…
my finances to a negative $4,371
and a wee bit of change…
on the turbulent seas…
of our joint chequing account for less than two months
their
blatant oversight of not paying a utility bill.)
i was sucked into their folly.
their blaming each other as if to deny their own accountability…
absence of remorse or the oversight of a well deserved apology…
now!
gaining new footing upon the sandy shores of opportunities offered--.
i cry out—
a hollow greeting:
bonne annee’
not to be readily forgotten.
just having survived:
an abusive relationship that expedited
my relocating here (another state).
first assault--over last memorial day weekend in that distant back yard--
then three months later just before my birthday—
it happened again…
assault with the deadliest weapon…
that sucked the life out of a former long term relationship
like a cheesy B-rate vampire movie
in shades of black and white
just steps out of doors
near my secure apartment building.
what had appeared to be the last breath of life was taken from me…
now-- patiently waiting for the sale of my former repose—
i sit and ponder over a cooling cup of tea…
just so much real estate now…
like two boys toys being divided at the end of the day
as one of them moves away.
i left my friends of near a decade and one half…
loosing family that had become my own
and classmates in religious/philosophical studies.
being the son of a marine with history
of moving about every few years across tatonic--continents
leaving behind again and again
the lost belongings of an innocent childhood
of a people life…
acquaintances soon to be all but forgotten in the pages of my voiceless journals.
it still didn’t come easy--
walking once more against the cold force of an ill wind
with collar curled up as if to seek out some gentle memory of warmth.
and now-- i all but have to recreate myself
by establishing new and meaningful relationships
for the third time in less than eight months—
recognizing the theme of western numerology…
hebraic and enokain…
here or the “valley – mountain top” analogy.
death and rebirth-- visualizations of my pagan mind
my heart still beats rapidly like that of a once captive hare
furrowing in another unseen bed of nettles and burs
another quiet cave of reckless reclusion.
with all the practice of loss-- that i’ve come to know
it is a bitter pill of caustic quinine…
the taste more than sour on my tongue rancidity sits,
but “hope springs eternal…”
just another step in my evolution
to become more than AWARE!
in sober conscious state awake to thought and clarity
in this misty morning coolness
a winter’s day…
and after a morning’s conversations over too many cups of tea…
i embrace the unplanned change of yet—
another compromise—
forted upon me—
in devalued trust like so many dominos falling
in cascading effect
separating the chaff from the wheat,
so to speak in imagery of the kabbalistic walk…
towards severity away from my gentle
sephra’s placement of the moon
i had so hoped to move up the centre
into the sun this brave new year—
a planetary working with the twin deities of--
artemis and apollo…
alone, again in quiet stillness a refuge claimed…
after my mornings exercise and meditation—
my mind rehearses as like the tapestries of anthene,
the master weaver.
not the fates who spin and cut the cords
of my fragile mortality…
but it’s the muses
that still spur me…
as in divination
a mosaic
utilizing the scattered tiles/runes of my life—
scrying my own dark visage in reflective pools of this morning’s rain
creating thoughts through with the crude tools at my disposal—
words.
01/12/2007
ode to being a phoenix – yet again!
burned – but not to a crisp!
by two well meaning fellows that had once called me --friend.
i’ll arise from the ashes as a phoenix once more
reborn not of regret, pain nor a selfless act of my own…
i take a break -- to pen my thoughts—
as i unpack my few remaining belongings here.
a simple life of “without…”
exiled not to a place of my very own
as i had so planned,
but rather to cohabit with a friendly irish lady
who finds her solace emptying a bottle of wine
one fluted crystal goblet at a time…
again on the third floor—
with pitched ceiling and domored windows draped and sashed…
not to share a hot bubble bath—
as before with ryan but hopefully soon,
a shower just big enough
to accommodate us two…
i can lucid dream-- imagine our next encounter—
not in the former -- club footed bath of suds and joy…
but rather to lather you down with lavender and loofa—
behind a curtain while water sprays wistfully upon us
like ganemede and zeus.
i’ll scrub your body gleefully, gnaw on your shoulders and
kiss you deeply while my hands rediscover
the pleasures of being with you—
supple youthfulness as a handsome greecian lad
and me the older -- humble mentor-lover…
to ruffle you curly blond hair beneath a skillful shampooing…
then rinse you kissing your ruddy creamy cheeks—
and massage you smooth firm but oh so soft golden—tawny flesh!
but to await your purring request for release in hushed whispers…
then with cherished administrations make love to you—
utilizing all my tantric knowledge…
adjoining with you joyously…
gripping hold of each chakra—
like rungs of a latter to the heavens…
we’ll climb--
bringing us to the ultimate zenith of satisfaction…
erupting in a hot white spiritual union…
sailing on the waves of bliss i’ll enter you…
riding in fevered action your sweetness…
your silky wet reaches…
of your cavern most beloved…
massaging your prostate with my phallus—
in intense anticipation—
(from the base of the middle pillar)
conquering the chasm in a somber ohm…
then in the voice of the aware –
- collective male conscious—
we’ll call out our personal saturnalia…
oh, pan… oh, pan!
ever hard,
ever virile…
beast and manly,
always god…
in reverent supplication…
we’ll cry aloud a melody…
singing praises in tight harmonies—
as you blow your breath softly over the reed pipes
and/or strike the strings of your olde but tuneful lyre…
play us the song of love “that dare not speak it’s name…”
as if to chant like ancient men…
to voice in thirds, fourths and perfect fifths—
a hymn that for all time will be ours alone!
(we’ve just touched kether…
and can say the unspoken name!)
so life—
bring on adversity…
just another stepping stone to the bridge to newer opportunity.
the air might rage as a tornado…
the fire heat to dare to burn yet not to consume…
the waters arise to flood…
the earth may just try to swallow me up…
my spirit will remain undaunted…
by sorrow—
nor pine away at the misdeeds of others…
mai oui, mon coeur, ryan…
i see the face of god in you…
am blessed and replenished yet once more...
to have you-- in my life—
no matter how short our time it may just be.
for our divinities have joined…
to make of us—
one!
and all the better—
the two—
me for knowing -- you!
01/15/2007
martin luther king.jr. day…
Linderand deinen blick,
Weides Freudes Augemild
Ubermen Geschick.
Gerber
7:10 am, sunday the twenty of january, 2007
after scrubbing the kitchen pantry floor as i went to let the dog out,
the side gates’ door…
opened to reveal…
the handsome gouth, roger,
he asked are you ready to go from breakfast?
i replied i must shower first.
the tea had steeped.
i pour out two cups & served the both of us.
then picked up the two cups we left for the den and the bathroom.
lacking all modesty,
i started to disrobe.
he in turned did likewise but with lack of function
he stepped most erotically through his clothes about the room with abandon.
as his trousers were forced down his rigid cock sprang forth…
foreshadowing his truest intent.
i pulled back up my shorts and ran to the kitchen retrieving the necessities…
(lubricant…)
when i returned he set playfully tossing his cock about
like an autistic child with a string
and rubbed his chest as if he had just felt it for the first time.
i leaned down and kissed him forcefully
parting his lips with my tongue…
digging in with it as if i were starving for sustenance
then i gobbled each ear…
gnawed down to his neck…
bite me!
chew!
mark me!
his dark anne rice heart showed his truest intent yet again.
a most common thread--
i fed his fetish with fervor…
playing with his nipple with my cool finger tips--
after quite some time…
the licked my way down to suckle them.
then licking down his soft pale tummy…
to his raven pubs…
i took some in my teeth & started to pull playfully—
harder he softly cried.
i grabbed his cock in my erection in my palm and--
i jerked freeing some hairs…
pulled them from my lips and
with my teeth laid claim to more and more.
i licked his cock…
then placed my lips across it perpendicularly…
bubbing my lips up and down the shaft forcing it to rub his lower belly
the pain of pulling out his hair with such force
was yet another kind act of passion and lust.
oh, god yes, he whispered
like a cooing white dove.
turning I lick his cock once more before descending to his balls
and manly seam
to the rose of joy—
that i hungrily kissed, tongued in wanton!
one hand stroked his tummy
the other held his nuts
then I tied a red silk cord about the base of his cock
and several time around his balls
in a slip knot for easy release.
i rimmed him again…
please take me he moaned…
then he bit a plastic piece
to free a piece of latex
as safety did most demand.
he freed him self from my lip lock—
slide the condom on my phallus
his skill there duly noted despite my abandon state.
then slide down impelling himself there
half on a chair and the other on me kneeling on the floor.
he quivered as he grinned his ass with all the force his youth could muster
i felt the bone above his anus rub harshly into my pubic bone.
his love glove round encircling my penis as only it could.
his round peg in a round hole!
i bite him in ravenous desire.
grawing the already red and bruised flesh.
by the gods! I cried as I came deep with in him…
jesus! He gasped into my ear
then he licked it as if to say thanks…
we rolled over onto the floor,
his back to my tummy—
Spoon fashion.
we fit together as only two men can
after a wee respite we crawled to our feet
and off to the shower that caused our casual but so brief
expression of “love”
we slowly slipped apart.
i started to rim him again.
he turned about facing my feet…
licked the tip of my cock.
then slowly engulfed it with his lips…
my usual response would have been to push him away.
but no this sailor
my mast he-trimmed the sail--
i left his rosy satin ass bud.
and one hand at the base of his cock
keeping it most taunt--
the other to back from sudden impale.
i suck him as I would only a man that i’d truly love.
as we sucked…
i gave up my last hold on not being a cock sucker!
i will own that title with him now
and most likely yet again…
as his nut shrank all but loosing them selves with his warm desiden flesh.
i pulled away and tugged at the reed silk rip cord.
my cock fell free from the wet furnace of his throat.
ARGH! He spat out in another ocean of release.
i soaped him and he me.
as we both became hard again
i reached around the curtain and grabbed another condom.
he bit , retrieved and slide it onto me.
then turned to face the spraying water’s fount.
he took his hands…
one to separate his cheeks the other to lead me to his treasure.
as I fucked him roughly
sans mercy!
i took what I claimed
named it mine to have and own.
yet again it bite his neck and shoulders
in a too brief period of time
he cried in abandon.
Fuck me!
as if I’d let anyone else near my pot of gold!
i dug my fingers into his tits…
he shot brilliant white globs of cum
upon the shower wall
the water could not quickly rinse their copiously thick stains away.
i took my hand and retrieved them as chi then slide
my fingers of goob into both of our mouths.
we dressed as if in sudden painful sadness,
with out word our clothes cleaved against or bodies
as a brig’s bars the imprisoned us from each other.
we picked up a all but full cold cups of tea
we had had so little regard for…
and slipped into the kitchen.
set them down—
he put on his coat—
i still wan t to take you out for a meal
but must leave to be to work on time.
i said save your money then do me a more adequate help
with getting my cell phone bill paid…
we kissed a good bye as he played with the door.
i watched
him as he walked away…
he turned and said I love—
i put my index finger to my lips as if to stop him from continuing—
having met you. He said with resolve then louder
you are too modest…
he blew a kiss I captured it in the air &and placed it on my lips
you aren’t a good lover—
you are the ultimate best.
my heart soared.
another from melancholy despair…
he turned
but screamed as if it were the greatest release in our love making
call me your butt pirate and I’ll call you my long dong silver.
a charming but surly smile…
another “R: in my life…
sunday 10:48 am
01/20/2007
ovalphagy—
a shark’s life with former housemates
at 1515 warren street,
randall d. christner and lee w. kikuchi!
the friendly enmeshment that devastated:
(despite their best-good intentions,
the not so dynamic dual did the deeds of destruction
miserly counting their pennies—
enumerating their oh so personal—
losses and gains!
money, the meter stick, that seemed to measure out each small part of
a friendship so easily tossed aside…
like so much flots-some and jets-some—
the ship wreck of…
my finances to a negative $4,371
and a wee bit of change…
on the turbulent seas…
of our joint chequing account for less than two months
their
blatant oversight of not paying a utility bill.)
i was sucked into their folly.
their blaming each other as if to deny their own accountability…
absence of remorse or the oversight of a well deserved apology…
now!
gaining new footing upon the sandy shores of opportunities offered--.
i cry out—
a hollow greeting:
bonne annee’
not to be readily forgotten.
just having survived:
an abusive relationship that expedited
my relocating here (another state).
first assault--over last memorial day weekend in that distant back yard--
then three months later just before my birthday—
it happened again…
assault with the deadliest weapon…
that sucked the life out of a former long term relationship
like a cheesy B-rate vampire movie
in shades of black and white
just steps out of doors
near my secure apartment building.
what had appeared to be the last breath of life was taken from me…
now-- patiently waiting for the sale of my former repose—
i sit and ponder over a cooling cup of tea…
just so much real estate now…
like two boys toys being divided at the end of the day
as one of them moves away.
i left my friends of near a decade and one half…
loosing family that had become my own
and classmates in religious/philosophical studies.
being the son of a marine with history
of moving about every few years across tatonic--continents
leaving behind again and again
the lost belongings of an innocent childhood
of a people life…
acquaintances soon to be all but forgotten in the pages of my voiceless journals.
it still didn’t come easy--
walking once more against the cold force of an ill wind
with collar curled up as if to seek out some gentle memory of warmth.
and now-- i all but have to recreate myself
by establishing new and meaningful relationships
for the third time in less than eight months—
recognizing the theme of western numerology…
hebraic and enokain…
here or the “valley – mountain top” analogy.
death and rebirth-- visualizations of my pagan mind
my heart still beats rapidly like that of a once captive hare
furrowing in another unseen bed of nettles and burs
another quiet cave of reckless reclusion.
with all the practice of loss-- that i’ve come to know
it is a bitter pill of caustic quinine…
the taste more than sour on my tongue rancidity sits,
but “hope springs eternal…”
just another step in my evolution
to become more than AWARE!
in sober conscious state awake to thought and clarity
in this misty morning coolness
a winter’s day…
and after a morning’s conversations over too many cups of tea…
i embrace the unplanned change of yet—
another compromise—
forted upon me—
in devalued trust like so many dominos falling
in cascading effect
separating the chaff from the wheat,
so to speak in imagery of the kabbalistic walk…
towards severity away from my gentle
sephra’s placement of the moon
i had so hoped to move up the centre
into the sun this brave new year—
a planetary working with the twin deities of--
artemis and apollo…
alone, again in quiet stillness a refuge claimed…
after my mornings exercise and meditation—
my mind rehearses as like the tapestries of anthene,
the master weaver.
not the fates who spin and cut the cords
of my fragile mortality…
but it’s the muses
that still spur me…
as in divination
a mosaic
utilizing the scattered tiles/runes of my life—
scrying my own dark visage in reflective pools of this morning’s rain
creating thoughts through with the crude tools at my disposal—
words.
01/12/2007
ode to being a phoenix – yet again!
burned – but not to a crisp!
by two well meaning fellows that had once called me --friend.
i’ll arise from the ashes as a phoenix once more
reborn not of regret, pain nor a selfless act of my own…
i take a break -- to pen my thoughts—
as i unpack my few remaining belongings here.
a simple life of “without…”
exiled not to a place of my very own
as i had so planned,
but rather to cohabit with a friendly irish lady
who finds her solace emptying a bottle of wine
one fluted crystal goblet at a time…
again on the third floor—
with pitched ceiling and domored windows draped and sashed…
not to share a hot bubble bath—
as before with ryan but hopefully soon,
a shower just big enough
to accommodate us two…
i can lucid dream-- imagine our next encounter—
not in the former -- club footed bath of suds and joy…
but rather to lather you down with lavender and loofa—
behind a curtain while water sprays wistfully upon us
like ganemede and zeus.
i’ll scrub your body gleefully, gnaw on your shoulders and
kiss you deeply while my hands rediscover
the pleasures of being with you—
supple youthfulness as a handsome greecian lad
and me the older -- humble mentor-lover…
to ruffle you curly blond hair beneath a skillful shampooing…
then rinse you kissing your ruddy creamy cheeks—
and massage you smooth firm but oh so soft golden—tawny flesh!
but to await your purring request for release in hushed whispers…
then with cherished administrations make love to you—
utilizing all my tantric knowledge…
adjoining with you joyously…
gripping hold of each chakra—
like rungs of a latter to the heavens…
we’ll climb--
bringing us to the ultimate zenith of satisfaction…
erupting in a hot white spiritual union…
sailing on the waves of bliss i’ll enter you…
riding in fevered action your sweetness…
your silky wet reaches…
of your cavern most beloved…
massaging your prostate with my phallus—
in intense anticipation—
(from the base of the middle pillar)
conquering the chasm in a somber ohm…
then in the voice of the aware –
- collective male conscious—
we’ll call out our personal saturnalia…
oh, pan… oh, pan!
ever hard,
ever virile…
beast and manly,
always god…
in reverent supplication…
we’ll cry aloud a melody…
singing praises in tight harmonies—
as you blow your breath softly over the reed pipes
and/or strike the strings of your olde but tuneful lyre…
play us the song of love “that dare not speak it’s name…”
as if to chant like ancient men…
to voice in thirds, fourths and perfect fifths—
a hymn that for all time will be ours alone!
(we’ve just touched kether…
and can say the unspoken name!)
so life—
bring on adversity…
just another stepping stone to the bridge to newer opportunity.
the air might rage as a tornado…
the fire heat to dare to burn yet not to consume…
the waters arise to flood…
the earth may just try to swallow me up…
my spirit will remain undaunted…
by sorrow—
nor pine away at the misdeeds of others…
mai oui, mon coeur, ryan…
i see the face of god in you…
am blessed and replenished yet once more...
to have you-- in my life—
no matter how short our time it may just be.
for our divinities have joined…
to make of us—
one!
and all the better—
the two—
me for knowing -- you!
01/15/2007
martin luther king.jr. day…
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
01/02/2007 activities at a bus stop
my responce to a guy who read a button off my lether jacket while i waited fro the 11e bus 01/02/2007
"gay or straight all men want blow jobs!"
this handsome young black guy read it aloud
a few people aropund us winced but he opened his jacket to share his rapidly firming manliness--
and then smiled generously coming closer to me.
i then said, "i'll get in ur elevator but wont go down!"
the bus just showed up before he could respond. great timing -- public transportation!
"gay or straight all men want blow jobs!"
this handsome young black guy read it aloud
a few people aropund us winced but he opened his jacket to share his rapidly firming manliness--
and then smiled generously coming closer to me.
i then said, "i'll get in ur elevator but wont go down!"
the bus just showed up before he could respond. great timing -- public transportation!
music as seen from BAZARRO
by don pirazo
"you can hear beautiful music anywhere.
what people really respond to is novelity"
that explains madona for me...
"you can hear beautiful music anywhere.
what people really respond to is novelity"
that explains madona for me...
reflections of new years past:
late 1960 thru 1971
--spent with family around the world but my fondest memories where found in joyous in europe mainly in peterhead, aberdeenshire, scotland.
1974
--my first as a single adult -- at mike's coral a guy bar in long beach, californa. that night i learned about hankie codes. mine will always be navy blue and military - green.
1975 - 1977
--now married -- life was quiet and pretty much not memorable on this holiday.
1978
--still married. partied with friends near cloumbus. ohio in centerburgh/westerville.
1979
--booneville/columbia, missouri. had just broken off with wife. missing my children but a decissions were made. it was a quiet night spent with long time freind, hse.
1980
--jefferson city missouri, at the peppermill restaurant in the paino bar with classmates charlot and grace -- sing duets male/female with the a hot and sexy piano playing man. we kissed beneath the mistletoe.
1981
--in las vegas, nevada bar hopping with friends and soon to be long time companion, ricky lynn.
1982-1988
--missouri (marshal junction, rolla and kansas city) a decade with ricky lynn. his choice of chemicals were pot and amerto sours and mine etra dry rob roys.
1989
--sapprro, japan with nikko living the simple life of a vegitarian, continueing studies to be a joshi, the domestic partner to my eno lover.
1990
--columbia missouri, spent the night in clinton with dan. watched recorder landscapes on his tv that he had made, listened with romance and hot and heavy sex.
1991
--boystown, chicago, illinois with jesica. i remember buying her this sexy black pin stripped jacket that she wore wiht only tights under and i in my dress kilt. we dance until dawn then ate breakfast at a golden pancake house. i remember spilling syrp on my kilt, saying it got more action than i did &and with that i got picked up by the waiter...
1992-2005
--berwyn and cicero, illinois with richard. he was born 12/31/1961. was a party dj some were spent on his, and i alone others i was at his job with him and the drunks then spent a few new year's eves at classy hotels in chicago and near oakbroak mall. he was a beer drinker. two of them were spent including dyfed a long time friend of mine.
2006
--is written below in a conversation with R.
so as bob hope would say thanks for the memories-- guys!
--spent with family around the world but my fondest memories where found in joyous in europe mainly in peterhead, aberdeenshire, scotland.
1974
--my first as a single adult -- at mike's coral a guy bar in long beach, californa. that night i learned about hankie codes. mine will always be navy blue and military - green.
1975 - 1977
--now married -- life was quiet and pretty much not memorable on this holiday.
1978
--still married. partied with friends near cloumbus. ohio in centerburgh/westerville.
1979
--booneville/columbia, missouri. had just broken off with wife. missing my children but a decissions were made. it was a quiet night spent with long time freind, hse.
1980
--jefferson city missouri, at the peppermill restaurant in the paino bar with classmates charlot and grace -- sing duets male/female with the a hot and sexy piano playing man. we kissed beneath the mistletoe.
1981
--in las vegas, nevada bar hopping with friends and soon to be long time companion, ricky lynn.
1982-1988
--missouri (marshal junction, rolla and kansas city) a decade with ricky lynn. his choice of chemicals were pot and amerto sours and mine etra dry rob roys.
1989
--sapprro, japan with nikko living the simple life of a vegitarian, continueing studies to be a joshi, the domestic partner to my eno lover.
1990
--columbia missouri, spent the night in clinton with dan. watched recorder landscapes on his tv that he had made, listened with romance and hot and heavy sex.
1991
--boystown, chicago, illinois with jesica. i remember buying her this sexy black pin stripped jacket that she wore wiht only tights under and i in my dress kilt. we dance until dawn then ate breakfast at a golden pancake house. i remember spilling syrp on my kilt, saying it got more action than i did &and with that i got picked up by the waiter...
1992-2005
--berwyn and cicero, illinois with richard. he was born 12/31/1961. was a party dj some were spent on his, and i alone others i was at his job with him and the drunks then spent a few new year's eves at classy hotels in chicago and near oakbroak mall. he was a beer drinker. two of them were spent including dyfed a long time friend of mine.
2006
--is written below in a conversation with R.
so as bob hope would say thanks for the memories-- guys!
as to the injury i cause another:
the error was due to a mental deficiently of being dyslexic and not able to remember new friends on line with out a photo as a prompt. i had thought that i only had one photo - less guy i chatted with in this certain site but even though helped i wrote three messages and they got to the wrong person, a kind, thoughtful and amiable man, mike
it was a if i had shot three arrows and they hit a bulls eye but not to the intended person that had hurt me. so in the future if one does offense to me -- i'll just block them.. now a not as a choice but a necessity i'll have no contact w/any one with out a photo to use to que me as to just whom i m speaking.
mike if you read this -- do have a happy new year. mine was spent in regretful contemplation and self reflection. tear fully...
01/01/2007
the error was due to a mental deficiently of being dyslexic and not able to remember new friends on line with out a photo as a prompt. i had thought that i only had one photo - less guy i chatted with in this certain site but even though helped i wrote three messages and they got to the wrong person, a kind, thoughtful and amiable man, mike
it was a if i had shot three arrows and they hit a bulls eye but not to the intended person that had hurt me. so in the future if one does offense to me -- i'll just block them.. now a not as a choice but a necessity i'll have no contact w/any one with out a photo to use to que me as to just whom i m speaking.
mike if you read this -- do have a happy new year. mine was spent in regretful contemplation and self reflection. tear fully...
01/01/2007
Monday, January 1, 2007
first conversation with R -- of west virginia-- the new year -- 2007
R: hope u had a hapy new year
me: fucking fantastic but it want what or w/who i had planned.
u?
R: ok mixed my drinks and got a little sick
me: wow, sorry...
my date plans were cancelled because of human error -- mine...
so i went to the baths
R: gin martinis, 2 kinds of wine, after dinner drinks and then champagne, too much...
me: sketch some guys & fuck 5 of them. had a taste of some champagne.
then walked about 1 hour to get home & had another encounter on the way...
i think i m now a whore...
R.: u only live once
me: --2 guys were in car, the driver pulled over & asked "will u blow his here's friend pipes..."
i said "no. but i'll eat his ass & fuck him well..."
the driver said "i'll pay to see that..."
so i had sex in an alley infront of another guy.
--it was stellar as i have this enjoyment in being in risky situations...
then after i pulled out, the boy i fucked called me "daddy"
R: lol
me: & the driver offer both of us $50 each... i walked away (& the wear abouts of the money is another thing altogether). he came by for a nice long time today, ryan (arrived after 5 pm then we started with a lavender bath & there was a party going on for some time he left just before 9:40 pm. i didn't pay too much attention to detail, my mind wasn't conecting to my artist eye.)
i think i keep him in a stable...
R: lol
me: he's let me do some fun & ruff stuff...
i had a picture taken for later sketches...
wanted to play more than sketch today...
R: your energy level is amazing
me: we cuddled & watch some football then fuck a couple more times
R: omg
me: for a daddy/grand dad i do have some abilities, years of practice -- not tallent. R: u trying to get me hard or jealous or both?
me: my dick might fall of if we talked dirty tonight, not because it is hard but from over usage...
so i'll settle for a smile...
now w/what u just textd m hard!
R: lol
me: he like my sketches & was fond of u & then asked to see the photos that i worked from.
R: really
me: maybe if u ever come to here -- we could play tag!
-- everyone i show, loves u, ur face, ass & balls!
several guys at the baths asked to buy art work & only 1 of ther sketches went of u...
i could make tons of money off ur image!
would u like a cut?
oh, i didn't ask did u get so sick that u puked?
hey, R.. r u there?
R: yes
no punke
me: great!
i probaly do it enough for both of us...
(silly me i bought some fritos & ate them not thinking that they'd contain wheat product... so friday, saturday & a good part of sunday a week ago i was -- puking.)
R: oh man sorry to hear that
me: well, R... i have my regular appointment down town on tuesday morning at 9 am
it's along walk but i'd rather get the exercize than not. (after being ran over by a drunk driver 15 years ago i became allergic to wheat, barley & so on...)
--but i stil have quite a bit of life left in me...
sweet dreams, bob. hope to chat w/u soon either here or on phone...
R: ok nite sir plaeasant dreams
me: may i put u in my blog?
--if so may i say something like this is R... like the designation of "O" or "Q" in their french erotic novels?
R: ok
me: so is the answer, -- yes to the use of "R" ?
R: ok, sir
me: maybe some day u can brand me w/that letter... so that'll be my dream tonight...
u too, my obediant R. u r loved unconditionally, my friend...
R: thx
xoxoxoxo
me: i'll kiss ur photo before i do my meditaions... & again as i turn of the light, buddy.
R: kisses back, sir
converstaion started before & ended a wee bit after midnight -- 01/02/2007
-- will put my sketches of R in blog no later than this upcoming weekend -- guys & friends!
(as an afterthought to this conversation and for the record -- there were a few things that so -- need to be included. as there was an attendant at the baths -- with "italian looks" -- almost black hair with a well manicured full beard -- a member of the sca -- that i found most exciting refreshing and alluring...
if you read this please reply here, at my online account, phones or even better all of the above.)
another foot note...
the staff and friendliness of the night were more than welcoming. i shall come on sundays when possible. also there was terrific food, some drink including champagne, festive decorations and noise makers that enhanced the whole new years eve experience. on the down side there are always killjoy -- and the one that night was a soft & husky -- if not rotund -- bleached blond tres gay guy - i choose to call "mary" -- that though it was more than apparent that he was inebriated and under other chemical abuse -- kept saying: 'i m not drunk!"
R: hope u had a hapy new year
me: fucking fantastic but it want what or w/who i had planned.
u?
R: ok mixed my drinks and got a little sick
me: wow, sorry...
my date plans were cancelled because of human error -- mine...
so i went to the baths
R: gin martinis, 2 kinds of wine, after dinner drinks and then champagne, too much...
me: sketch some guys & fuck 5 of them. had a taste of some champagne.
then walked about 1 hour to get home & had another encounter on the way...
i think i m now a whore...
R.: u only live once
me: --2 guys were in car, the driver pulled over & asked "will u blow his here's friend pipes..."
i said "no. but i'll eat his ass & fuck him well..."
the driver said "i'll pay to see that..."
so i had sex in an alley infront of another guy.
--it was stellar as i have this enjoyment in being in risky situations...
then after i pulled out, the boy i fucked called me "daddy"
R: lol
me: & the driver offer both of us $50 each... i walked away (& the wear abouts of the money is another thing altogether). he came by for a nice long time today, ryan (arrived after 5 pm then we started with a lavender bath & there was a party going on for some time he left just before 9:40 pm. i didn't pay too much attention to detail, my mind wasn't conecting to my artist eye.)
i think i keep him in a stable...
R: lol
me: he's let me do some fun & ruff stuff...
i had a picture taken for later sketches...
wanted to play more than sketch today...
R: your energy level is amazing
me: we cuddled & watch some football then fuck a couple more times
R: omg
me: for a daddy/grand dad i do have some abilities, years of practice -- not tallent. R: u trying to get me hard or jealous or both?
me: my dick might fall of if we talked dirty tonight, not because it is hard but from over usage...
so i'll settle for a smile...
now w/what u just textd m hard!
R: lol
me: he like my sketches & was fond of u & then asked to see the photos that i worked from.
R: really
me: maybe if u ever come to here -- we could play tag!
-- everyone i show, loves u, ur face, ass & balls!
several guys at the baths asked to buy art work & only 1 of ther sketches went of u...
i could make tons of money off ur image!
would u like a cut?
oh, i didn't ask did u get so sick that u puked?
hey, R.. r u there?
R: yes
no punke
me: great!
i probaly do it enough for both of us...
(silly me i bought some fritos & ate them not thinking that they'd contain wheat product... so friday, saturday & a good part of sunday a week ago i was -- puking.)
R: oh man sorry to hear that
me: well, R... i have my regular appointment down town on tuesday morning at 9 am
it's along walk but i'd rather get the exercize than not. (after being ran over by a drunk driver 15 years ago i became allergic to wheat, barley & so on...)
--but i stil have quite a bit of life left in me...
sweet dreams, bob. hope to chat w/u soon either here or on phone...
R: ok nite sir plaeasant dreams
me: may i put u in my blog?
--if so may i say something like this is R... like the designation of "O" or "Q" in their french erotic novels?
R: ok
me: so is the answer, -- yes to the use of "R" ?
R: ok, sir
me: maybe some day u can brand me w/that letter... so that'll be my dream tonight...
u too, my obediant R. u r loved unconditionally, my friend...
R: thx
xoxoxoxo
me: i'll kiss ur photo before i do my meditaions... & again as i turn of the light, buddy.
R: kisses back, sir
converstaion started before & ended a wee bit after midnight -- 01/02/2007
-- will put my sketches of R in blog no later than this upcoming weekend -- guys & friends!
(as an afterthought to this conversation and for the record -- there were a few things that so -- need to be included. as there was an attendant at the baths -- with "italian looks" -- almost black hair with a well manicured full beard -- a member of the sca -- that i found most exciting refreshing and alluring...
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another foot note...
the staff and friendliness of the night were more than welcoming. i shall come on sundays when possible. also there was terrific food, some drink including champagne, festive decorations and noise makers that enhanced the whole new years eve experience. on the down side there are always killjoy -- and the one that night was a soft & husky -- if not rotund -- bleached blond tres gay guy - i choose to call "mary" -- that though it was more than apparent that he was inebriated and under other chemical abuse -- kept saying: 'i m not drunk!"
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