Quill Of The Witch

The Me Inside

2010-11-26T00:29:00.001-05:00

Was there ever a time I was allowed to be myself.
Did I ever have the feeling I was normal.
Just like everyone else.

No one saw me for the me I am inside.

So I had to hide away any true feelings
Anything that I liked,and a little at a time I killed the me inside.
I built a shield, I built a wall tried to save me from everyone else's faults.

I hurt so bad but no one else saw,
held everyone at arms length just trying to be strong
Tried to hold my head up above the wave of hate and scorn

I could have sworn I'd make them see what they've done,
and a little at a time the me inside died.

No one saw me for what I am.
Just a girl who was hard to get to know
Just a few could truly understand the hurt behind the wall

A little at a time things got better somehow
I don't know how I got through that time I thought I was alone

No more is my heart built out of stone

I am free to love what I love.
I am free to sing what I want to sing
I am free to laugh
I am free to live
I am free to dance the whole night long!

The shield fell the wall crumbled I am born once again to myself
No longer shall I let myself kill the me inside....

For the earth

2010-06-22T19:07:00.000-04:00

Mother, mother, what have we done
your children are burning in the seas.

Mother, mother my heart cries
why can’t we see this pollutes the skies.

Mother, mother we were the stewards
now we are destroyers, though some would rise
and take a stand we are strong if we deal with this together.
Mother, mother I am sorry to hear your children cry,
How many more must die?
All I can do is bow my head and ask
what have we done?

Mother, mother we were the stewards, now we are destroyers.
Though some would rise and take a stand
we are strong if we deal with this together.

Take a stand for her take a stand for them
what can be done if we just act like we’re supposed to.
Take care of the earth; take care of her children
for without them we won’t last.
No we won’t last.

Mother, mother I am sorry to hear your children cry,
I am sorry we polluted the skies and the seas.
How many more must die?
All I can do is bow my head and ask
what have we done?

We were the stewards caretakers of the earth
now we are her killers listen to her children cry
Mother, mother how many more must die
before we wake up and realize what we’ve done.

Mother, mother we’re sorry.
Mother, mother we’re sorry.
We’re sorry…

Summer 2010

Hey!

2010-04-11T15:21:00.002-04:00

Long time no talk, I almost forgot i even had a blog. Well now that it's bookmarked on Windsong, my laptop I shall start writing again.

I've picked up a new hobby, bead work ^_^. Making necklaces and bracelets.

For Danu

2009-07-01T12:26:00.001-04:00

Danu ancient one of emerald shore.
Goddess of land and waters.
Mother of the Tuatha De Danann.

Grant me wisdom as I seek the ways I am to follow.
Bring me insight of what I should know
Abundance of all that I need to grow.

Danu you do inspire me so.
My goddess who calls to me,
Across the murky moor of the otherworld.

I will go where you lead me I am safe for,
You will be there to guide and protect me
from all that seek to harm.
As you will it,
So mote it be!

My day in a Nutshell.

2009-06-29T14:13:00.003-04:00

I woke up early today about nine mine time. Yes, that is early to me. Went to Wal-mart with my dad. Got some new art supplies and pajamas. Finally got a standing art easel that should help a lot, once I get my floor cleared.

I'm still redecorating my room to get it to how I want to be. Found my Lord of the Rings poster of Legolas, I still want one of Galadriel. I also found my dragons poster. ^_^

Still debating on what to paint my room, Most likely some shade of Pink, green, or purple. Probably pink.

We will see, I also started collecting, Pokemon and Magic the Gathering Cards again as well as WOW cards.

I now leave you with a Chant I wrote a few days prior to the Meeting with the Oak queen.

There is no end to the circle no end.
The wheel turns again and again.
There is no end to the circle no end.

There is no end to this circle there is no end.
The Sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
There is no end to the circle, no end.

There is no end to the circle no end.
The wheel turns again and again.
There is no end to the circle no end.

The moon rolls high into the sky.
Dancers dance while drummers drum a lost in the trance.

There is no end to the circle no end.
The wheel turns again and again
There is no end to the circle no end.

They weave the scared dance round and round,
There is no end to the circle no end
Voices raise into the sky there is no end to the circle no end.

There is no end to the circle no end.
The wheel turns again and again
There is no end to the circle no end.

From the spring’s budding blooms that turn into
summer’s nourishing food, from the painter touched golden leaves,
which change to winter’s white, white snow.

There is no end to the circle no end.
The wheel turns again and again
There is no end to the circle no end.

Michael Jackson 1958-2009

2009-06-28T13:10:00.002-04:00

I am still upset over his death. I am listening to his music right now.

When I was a child we learned the lyrics for "we are the world" in music class.
Thriller was something everyone was talking about, everyone tried to mimic the zombie dance.

Just like everyone was trying to figure out how to moon walk.

Regardless of what he's done or what he has not done. he will still be the King of Pop.

There will never be another Michael Jackson no matter how many artists try.

Hmm

2009-06-27T19:44:00.004-04:00

I am still trying to get things situated here, I'm not very good with HTML.
It is Hot an humid in Florida and so far it is living up to its nickname.
Summer Solstice just passed a while ago so hopefully things will be alright.

I'm hoping we don't get any hurricanes, but we've been getting nasty Thunderstorms.
One yesterday sprouted four Tornadoes, well three plus a water cyclone.

Greetings

2009-06-27T17:36:00.002-04:00

I am a Seeker of information, I want to know more about the Tuatha Dé Danann. I fear I may be a perpetual student forever wanting to know more. Please share your knowledge with me.

Here I will be posting my own poems a lot of them revolve around Brighid. A few will be more sacred pieces.

I hope you will like reading them.

I leave you with my latest

A Meeting with the Oak queen.

Standing alone in the woods of oak.
In a strange clearing beneath the tallest tree.
Staring into the unknown I cross the divide.
Between this world and the next through the veil.

There she stands the woodland queen.
She waits for me in her gown of green.
Waiting for me to see what must be seen.

She teaches me what must be known.
To seek, discover, and to grow.
Most of all to know, the wild soul sleeping within.

Soon my time is done and I must go.
Back to my earthly home.
Away from the realm between the worlds.
Back to my refuge of flesh and bone.