What of it...

"Some children died the other day, we fed machines and then we prayed. They love the way we let them rape." 

Wow, what a sad old post.

 I once fell through an eight foot tall sheet of glass. My arm was covered in blood. When I was walking home I thought that if my mom sees me like this she would freak and force an explanation out of me. When I walked into the house my mom was sitting right in the living room watching T.V or reading a newspaper--oblivous to what just happend and said "Hi".... as happy as can be. So I quickly and calmy walked to the bathroom, were for the next ten to fifteen minutes I washed blood off my arm, shirt, pants and pulled tiny glass shards out of myself....Everything went calmly and smoothly. She never found out and never, as far as I'm concerned, will......

"I walked right in front of her, bloody as hell. And she was oblivous." - thats another story

I got to hang out with Kc* for a lil' while... It made me happy....

Yeah her party rocked!!!

Man, I haven't posted anything about myself or anything I've done  in a while....

Hmmm.... But I just remembered why...... Cause there's not much to post about my boring-ass life! I didn't do anything last weekend but hang out with Bethany, and Max and Tommy for a lil' while. Then Saturday....did nothing. Sunday went to work. Worked Tuesday.... I think I'm gonna die my hair, or at least put more color in it.... But anyways the latest and greatest IN PINK!!

The Forest Whispers My Name

Black candles dance to an overture
but I am drawn past their flickering lure
to the breathing forest that surrounds the room
where the vigilant trees push out of the womb

I sip the blood-red wine
my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
from knowledge drunk from the fountain of life
from Chaos born out of love and the scythe
the forest beckons with her nocturnal call
to pull me close amid the baying of wolves
where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn
in the dark, odiferous earth

We embrace like two lovers at death
a monument to the trapping of breath
as restriction is bled from the veins of my neck
to drop roses on my marbled breast
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
to learn from the dark and the voices between

This is my will...

The forest whispers my name...again and again

I walk the path
to the land of the Dark Immortals
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul
as the wild hunt careers through the boughs

Come to me, my Pale Enchantress
In the moon of the woods we kiss

Artemis be near me
in the arms of the ancient oak
where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked

The principle of Evil
evolution has been recalled
Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon
I stand enthralled
...In the whispering forest