Capital Vices

as i sit drinking coffee, my mind begins to ponder
my fate and the virtue of my very soul
i sift  thoughts around and am left to wonder
can being pure of heart still be my goal?

apparently Seven Deadly Sins there are
in existence to allure and tempt me
ranging from the macabre to the truly bizarre
but only one, do i effortlessly commit so frequently

my mom always says, i burn my candle at both ends
rising early every day to greet the morning sun
i can't be accused of Sloth and lazy trends
for i'm a busy bee and a very productive sort of person

Wrath and anger are like warriors; incognito
i fear the war machine and all their violence
let us make love not war; that's my motto
lost souls in turmoil, there will be no silence

money, they say, is the root of all that is evil
Greed is a nasty business of twisted obsessions
i'm not into playing the game of mass retrieval
or obtaining great heaps of material possessions

as all pagans practice; bide by the wiccan rede we must
a simple rule to follow;  fairly give and fairly take
not over indulging or over eating until i bust
to be seen as Gluttony would be a terrible mistake

i am not the jealous type, for a i'm too vain
to think anyone else is better or has more
keeping up with the jones' is just too insane
never Envy, cause i'm content with me for sure

Pride is a possibility, as it is plain to see
however, i am just a touch too shy
and full of enough self doubt to keep me
grounded to the earth until i die

but Lust. oh this is my sin, if i'm to have one
we are old friends, best mates and sweet lovers
not ashamed; with open arms i welcome this demon
because i'm addicted to what happens beneath the covers

to what end do i display these Cardinal Sins, this list of Capital Vices?
i must admit that i'm a bit snarky, but don't take this too seriously
because life is worth living if you're having fun and every one wins
be bold, and stand up to grab the brass ring, i'm living fearlessly








 

AUTUMN

(originally penned sept. 2003, Mabon Blessings)

Crisp & cool  breezes begin to flow
It is time to reap what we sow
Gather the grains, veggies & fruits
Time to put away summer's pursuits
Hint of Autumn colors all around
Bright oranges, yellows & reds can be found
The details of Harvest festivals are being arranged
The Wheel has turned & the Season has changed
A time of plenty, gratitude & emotion
I thank the Goddess for her sacrifice & devotion
So that I may survive Winter's snow
Until it's time for things to grow
A delicious feast at my table, I set
In a toast, I raise my finest goblet
I drink to family & friends
To the Divine & Summer ends
To the harvest & of course to me
May our Autumn be bright, So Mote It Be.

Ode to Water (aka Liquid Fury)

(originally penned April 2004)

crystal clear
shinning like diamonds
flat
placid
like plate glass
holding secrets
holding life
reflecting my feelings, it begins
to splash with energy
refracted colors of electric blue and sea foam green
each tiny ripple filling with emotion
bubbling with light-heartiness and laughter
waves begin, slow and methodical
becoming rough, choppy and crashing
against me
dousing me with refreshing excitement
quenching my thirst
cleansing my desires
sharing the pure serenity of the inner soul
but soon, way to soon
it beings to evaporate away
as this is the way
rejoining the universe
always an eternal ebb and flow

 

The End

(originally penned 6.28.04)

Waiting for the end to come...
Will they remember me joyfully?
What will they do?
Was I honorable, patient or even friendly?
Would you say you knew me?

Waiting for the end to come...
Will they remember me fondly?
What will they think?
Was I honest, true or even grateful?
Would you say you cared for me?

Waiting for the end to come...
Will they remember me kindly?
What will they say?
Was I giving, beautiful or even loving?
Would you say you loved me?

In the end, will you throw me away too?

Unrequited Love

Someone hand me a ten blade.
I need to remove this arrow
From my heart.

Seriously Eros?
Your attempts are misguided at best
And dangerous at worst.

Because I play with the Shadows of the night
And share my bed with Death,
My dance card is full.

For Lovers are so very fleeting
And I do not wish to be broken
By unkept hopes and dreams.

Pardon me while I vomit
From disdain of your eternal promises
Of absolute love.

I am the weaver of my own destiny
And the architect of my own destruction
But true love? That will be my undoing!

A pillar of strength with an emotionless facade,
Am I, that I remove myself from this silly notion
Of romance and move on.

Unrequited Love? I think not!
Sorry dear Eros, no time
For such pretty daydreams.

Night Lovers

(penned october 2003)

From across the room, I see you standing in the shadows, waiting..
Radiant and handsome, dressed in a fine black cloak.
Overwhelmed am I by your mere presences in the room.
My heart is filled with love and my mind is filled with passion.
All I wish is for the world around us to fade away.
Knowing that I must wait every dark evening to be in your arms.
Always waiting for your kisses, those succulent mesmerizing kisses.
Sharing the delicate sweet crimson kisses between us.
How many times have I seen you smile with that spark in your eyes?
A dangerous secret we keep from others, never telling a soul...
To be lovers and night creatures, a truth that locks us together.
Our world would end if anyone were to discover us.
Kiss me my love, I can wait no longer.
Refresh my soul with your tender sweet kisses.
Allow ourselves to be devoured by one another's little love bites.
Delicious and sweet, consuming and passionate is our desire for each other.
Now that we are here, together at last, in each other's arms.
Evening slips into the night as the hours pass on.
Visits like these are often between us, but never lasting
As with every dawn, we must say our goodbyes; tears swell in my eyes.
Rest your spirit until the night comes and we again can be together.