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Where I am God
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Where I am God
I go to that place,
every now and again.
When Life bites too harshly,
and I forget who I am.
When power corrupt,
and ill gotten gains,
steal into the real
and my wonderment wanes.
I go to the lands
my Mother spoke of in dreams,
where magick still fights,
still flies and still breathes.
Where the pieces are set,
and the game is about.
Where Mother’s stories can live
without worry or lout.
In that place I have found
the impossible true.
Where I can be what I’ll be,
and you can be you.
Where the ancient fae-yarns
of my family’s old lands
pour fourth from the tide,
and drift onto the sands.
And when I go there I find
who I am and may be,
and relive the life lessons
that Life has taught me.
In that mystical land
where dreams dwell, I am King.
I am Lord of the lords,
I bear crown and am King.
And when Life throws salt
into deep open wounds,
I find balm in my Aiden,
in my world so subsumed.
And so, at the end of this tale
I have weaved with my words,
to which some have listened,
while others stay curs
I thricely thank Mother
for this land of her dreams,
where reality sifts
so far behind seams.
Where without fear and hate
can my feet safely trod.
Where her magick still lives,
in our dreams I am God.
I go to that place,
every now and again.
When Life bites too harshly,
and I forget who I am.
When power corrupt,
and ill gotten gains,
steal into the real
and my wonderment wanes.
I go to the lands
my Mother spoke of in dreams,
where magick still fights,
still flies and still breathes.
Where the pieces are set,
and the game is about.
Where Mother’s stories can live
without worry or lout.
In that place I have found
the impossible true.
Where I can be what I’ll be,
and you can be you.
Where the ancient fae-yarns
of my family’s old lands
pour fourth from the tide,
and drift onto the sands.
And when I go there I find
who I am and may be,
and relive the life lessons
that Life has taught me.
In that mystical land
where dreams dwell, I am King.
I am Lord of the lords,
I bear crown and am King.
And when Life throws salt
into deep open wounds,
I find balm in my Aiden,
in my world so subsumed.
And so, at the end of this tale
I have weaved with my words,
to which some have listened,
while others stay curs
I thricely thank Mother
for this land of her dreams,
where reality sifts
so far behind seams.
Where without fear and hate
can my feet safely trod.
Where her magick still lives,
in our dreams I am God.
I have no idea what this one is about, it is based off a dream I had; But I think it goes further than that. When J was a child, my mother was really the only one who encouraged my learning of things that the Church condems as evil and witchery. She read Avalon to me, Lord of the Rings, she bought me my first "Magic" deck, too.
She's of pure Gale desceant, and her family has never conformed to all of the Irish Catholic rules. Her family is extraordinarily superstitious, I think that's where I got it from, and it strikes me as I write this that her family never really 'converted'. It went something like this:
England: "Right, you're all Christian now."
Mother's family: "Umm..... 'kay."
She had her own tarot deck at the age of nine and still has it, though she hid it from me after I used it to scare little children at school
But she was and still kind of is a force in my life in the aspect of magick and wonderment, although it has diminished over the years. She isn't able to spend time wiht her family as much anymore, and also spends more time with my fathers' Italian catholic family. But I try as hard as I can for her.
Standard credit applies, although I suppose I should be amazed anyone found me to credit me. This is a HUGE site.
She's of pure Gale desceant, and her family has never conformed to all of the Irish Catholic rules. Her family is extraordinarily superstitious, I think that's where I got it from, and it strikes me as I write this that her family never really 'converted'. It went something like this:
England: "Right, you're all Christian now."
Mother's family: "Umm..... 'kay."
She had her own tarot deck at the age of nine and still has it, though she hid it from me after I used it to scare little children at school
But she was and still kind of is a force in my life in the aspect of magick and wonderment, although it has diminished over the years. She isn't able to spend time wiht her family as much anymore, and also spends more time with my fathers' Italian catholic family. But I try as hard as I can for her.
Standard credit applies, although I suppose I should be amazed anyone found me to credit me. This is a HUGE site.
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Are you sure you can't write prose? o.O
This is really good!
This is really good!