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It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.

I want to know what you ache for

and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.



It doesn’t interest me how old you are.

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool

for love

for your dream

for the adventure of being alive.



It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...

I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow

if you have been opened by life’s betrayals

or have become shrivelled and closed

from fear of further pain.



I want to know if you can sit with pain

mine or your own

without moving to hide it

or fade it

or fix it.



I want to know if you can be with joy

mine or your own

if you can dance with wildness

and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes

without cautioning us to

be careful

be realistic

remember the limitations of being human.



It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me

is true.

I want to know if you can

disappoint another

to be true to yourself.

If you can bear the accusation of betrayal

and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless

and therefore trustworthy.



I want to know if you can see Beauty

even when it is not pretty

every day.

And if you can source your own life

from its presence.



I want to know if you can live with failure

yours and mine

and still stand at the edge of the lake

and shout to the silver of the full moon,

“Yes.”



It doesn’t interest me

to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up

after the night of grief and despair

weary and bruised to the bone

and do what needs to be done

to feed the children.



It doesn’t interest me who you know

or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand

in the centre of the fire

with me

and not shrink back.



It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom

you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you

from the inside

when all else falls away.



I want to know if you can be alone

with yourself

and if you truly like the company you keep

in the empty moments.

Life is full of twists and turns;

Love and hate; hope and fear; joy and pain.

You play with fire and never burn.

Abuse his trust,

and never tell him why.

Fall out of love as soons your bored.

Love isn't real its just a game.

Something to keep you entertained,

but it never lasts.

The fun always ends,

the love always fades.

And you move on to the next toy of choice,

just to betray his trust as well.

Hail The Holly King

By InkubusSukkubuse



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All across the virgin snow

And through the naked trees

On a cold winter's night

His song is on the breeze

Where the moonlight paints the frost

Upon the robin's song

He's come a-calling for us all

Now the summer's gone!



Hark! Hear the children sing

Glory to the Holly King



In the whisky and in the wine

He is here this Yule-tide time

A-dancing in the home-fire flames

A-dancing, singing, playing games

When the prayers are to the East

He is with us at the feast

His crown is nailed to the door

He's with us forevermore!



Hark! Hear the children sing

Glory to the Holly King

Let the jingle bells all ring

Hail, hail the Holly King



Underneath the mistletoe

He is in all lover's hearts

He fans the flames of desire

'Tis he who fires Cupid's darts

He is in all children's dreams

Dressed in red or dressed in green

Riding on the astral sleigh

He's the spririt of the day!



Hark! Hear the children sing

Glory to the Holly King

Let the jingle bells all ring

Hail, hail the Holly King



Hark! Hear the children sing

Glory to the Holly King

Let the jingle bells all ring

Hail, hail the Holly King



Hark! Now hear the children sing

Glory to the Holly King

Let the jingle bells all ring

Hail, hail the Holly King

DANCING IN A WICCAN WONDERLAND

"Alexander & Aarcher"



Pagans sing, are you listenin',

Altar's set,candles glisten,

It's a Magickal night, we're having tonight,

Dancing in a Wiccan Wonderland



Chorus:

In a Circle we can light a Yule Fire,

And await the rising of the Sun,

It's the Great Wheel turning for the new year,

Loaded with abundance and great fun.



Blades held high, censer smoking,

God and Goddess, we're invoking,

Through Elements Five, we celebrate life,

Dancing in a Wiccan Wonderland,



Queen of Heaven, is in Her place,

Triple Goddess, now the Crone Face,

Above and Below, She's the Goddess we know,

Dancing in a Wiccan Wonderland



Chorus



Now the God, is the Provider,

Supplying game for our Fire,

Above and Below, He's the Horned One we Know,

Dancing in a Wiccan Wonderland



Later on, by the fire,

Cone of Power, gettin' higher

It's a Magickal Night we're having tonight,

Dancing in a Wiccan Wonderland

On the 1st night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

the longest night of the whole year.



On the 2nd night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

two candles burning, and the longest night of the whole year.



On the 3rd night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

three bells a ringing, two candles burning, and the longest

night of the whole year.



On the 4th night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

four quarters calling, three bells a ringing, two candles burning,

and the longest night of the whole year.



On the 5th night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

five pagans singing, four quarters calling, three bells

a ringing, two candles burning, and the longest night

of the whole year.



On the 6th night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

six witches dancing, five pagans singing, four quarters

calling, three bells a ringing, two candles burning, and

the longest night of the whole year.



On the 7th night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

seven brooms a sweeping, six witches dancing,

five pagans singing, four quarters calling, three bells a

ringing, two candles burning and the longest

night of the whole year.



On the 8th night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

eight herbs for healing, seven brooms a sweeping,

six witches dancing, five pagans singing, four

quarters calling, three bells a ringing, two candles

burning, and the longest night of the whole year.



On the 9th night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

nine oils anointing, eight healing for healing, seven brooms

a sweeping, six witches dancing, five pagans singing, four

quarters calling, three bells a ringing, two candles burning,

and the longest night of the whole year.

On the 10th night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

ten cauldrons for burning, nine oils anointing,

eight herbs for healing, seven brooms a sweeping,

six witches dancing, five pagans singing, four

quarters calling, three bells a ringing, two candles

burning, and the longest night of the whole year.



On the 11th night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

11 sprigs of holly, ten cauldrons for burning, nine oils anointing,

eight herbs for healing, seven brooms a sweeping,

six witches dancing, five pagans singing, four

quarters calling, three bells a ringing, two candles

burning, and the longest night of the whole year.



On the 12th night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

twelve sage bundles cleansing, 11sprigs of holly,

ten cauldrons for burning, nine oils anointing,

eight herbs for healing, seven brooms a sweeping,

six witches dancing, five pagans singing, four

quarters calling, three bells a ringing, two candles

burning, and the longest night of the whole year.



On the 13th night of Yuletide my Goddess sent to me,

thirteen covens praying, twelve sage bundles cleansing,

11 sprigs of holly, ten cauldrons for burning, nine oils anointing,

eight herbs for healing, seven brooms a sweeping, six witches dancing,

five pagans singing, four quarters calling, three bells a ringing,

two candles burning, and the longest night of the whole year.



~Walidah Almarina

Sometimes…

Sometimes I close my eyes and cry.

Sometimes I close my eyes to block out the pain…

Sometimes I feel as though my eyes have seen

Far too much in their short existence.

All the pain they have seen and will see…

Sometimes I just close my eyes and pray it was all a bad dream.

Sometimes I close my eyes and cry.

Sometimes…

Time flies by as my family drifts apart.

I feel so confused about what to do.

All my life I have been surrounded by my loved ones.

Now everything I care about is falling to pieces and I cant seem to stop it.

I feel so helpless.

I don’t know what to do.

We are drifting apart and no one sees it.

Times are changing as this goes its separate ways.

Three brothers and I only truly care for one now.

We used to be so close now we hardly speak.

I miss how close we all used to be.

It seems like the world is all faker then before.

Nobody is close to anyone anymore.

Families don’t talk for years on end.

People only care about themselves now.

No one is as close to their family as they should be.

My heart is shattered inside my chest.

Sometimes the pain is just too much to bear.

But I must keep going.

There is nothing that can cover the pain of my lonely broken heart.

I fell for you knowing I shouldn’t have let myself go.

Now I must put the pieces of my shattered heart back together and keep moving forward.

I can only pray for a happier future on the horizon.

I pray for a new better love but I know you will always have a piece of my bitter path-work heart.

You let my heart shatter to pieces and kept a few pieces to yourself unknowingly.

You hurt and I know it. There is nothing anyone can do.

The scar that hurts you runs too deep.

It makes you feel bad, it makes you want to hide the pain away.

No one knows but you and I that the pain isn’t really pain but it’s shame.

A shame that has been with you for years, an eternity it seems.

A shame you hide like a stain on a clean white carpet.

But you can’t there’s always something that drags up that pain.

Something that brings back the wound like it’s new again.

Bleeding with emotion and hurt.

Your hurt and shame runs too deep bit it’s barely hidden!

You start with a fresh wound.

It hurts so much yet feels so good.

Then you feel so ashamed of that little wound.

You have to hide it now.

The wound will slowly fade into a scar,

But that scar will be with you forever.

It is something you will feel shame for and want to hide.

It changes who and what you are.

But it knows that you should never feel shame

For that wound now faded into a scar.

Hate is a void in time and space.

It’s the blackest emotion of lie.

Hate is Loves disgusting unwanted twin.

It lives off of people like you.

You are the type of person who argues with everyone.

You are paranoid and depressed.

You can’t see your families worry about you,

All you do is push them away.

You allow that black emotion to feed and grow off of your dark bitter thoughts

On the 1st day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...

A Small Feather Pillow for my knees.



On the 2nd day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...

2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.



On the 3rd day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...

3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my

knees.



On the 4th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...

4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather

Pillow for my knees.



On the 5th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...

FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a

Small Feather Pillow for my knees.



On the 6th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...

6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS,.4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple

Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.



On the 7th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...

7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3

Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my

knees.



On the 8th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...

8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL

BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small

Feather Pillow for my knees.



On the 9th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...

9 Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6

Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple

Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.



On the 10th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...

10 Lords a Whipping, 9 Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7

Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3

Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my

knees



On the 11th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...

11 Pairs of Stockings, 10 Lords a Whipping, 9 Candles Dripping, 8

Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL

BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small

Feather Pillow for my knees.



On the 12th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me...

12 Orgasms Screaming, 11 Pairs of Stockings, 10 Lords a Whipping, 9

Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes

of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps

and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

There’s something wrong inside my head;

Some days I wake up bleeding and dead.

And it’s a shame that I can’t master all of my dreams:

I make it far worse than what it seems

And I scream at you.

Goosebumps rising on my skin;

I counted nine, I counted ten.

Spiders crawling under my flesh,

I lift the knife; chase them out, seal the gash.

I need some cash to support my addictions,

To get a doctor to diagnose my inflictions.

God I just can’t wait to be alive!

I need a life

And mine is gone,

So I’ll take yours,

It won’t hurt for long.

In the morning, they will find you,

Demons playing in your blood

Covered with the morning dew

Just before the furious flood.

Then I will return with a tighter noose

And you can be my pet

As long as you let

Me stroke your decaying flesh

And call you so.