when i want to
hold my baby
in my empty arms
i reach across
i stroke the hair of
the ones before my eyes
my fist unfolds
it dulls this ache
left by tiny
footprints
copyright of poem and photo both: mds 2007. All rights reserved.
Six A.M.
A Witch’s Trials and Tribulations
Tips for Other Idiots
April 3, 2018
Learned (again – because I had forgotten the last time) that incense cones and candles don’t mix. As in don’t sit an incense cone on top of a burning candle. It will create a fire big enough to cook over.
“A wise man must be wise before, not after.”
-Epicharmus, Sicilian Greek comic poet
. . . I said after Bathroom Fire #1,
Kitchen Fire #s 2 and 3,
and various other magickal feats of excellence.
Walnut
This day, this moment, I am doing nothing but sitting outside under the walnut tree, relaxing.
This is my view.
This is all that I am, in this moment.
Who Am I (do I like me?) (1995)
who am i?
do i like me?
who am i?
i don’t know who i see.
in the mirror.
my heart.
His expressionless eyes.
who am i today
in my pretty blue jeans?
Who molds me as clay –
do i live? or decay?
i sit and i preen
before one mirror.
later i stand before another,
the jeer-er.
placater. lover.
i don’t know . . . .
is it fear?
empty art?
perfection in size?
i don’t know what He sees.
empty jeans?
what He wants me to be?
possibly
the ways to a means.
who am i?
do I like me?
does it matter?
i don’t know what i see.
Copyright m.d.s. 1995 All Rights Reserved
Extraterrestrial
Lonely extraterrestrial
Leans her head against the tree
Thinks of all she is
All she’s yet to be
Cold choices, colder fates
I feel I wasn’t consulted!
“In the beginning . . . “
In the beginning, WHAT
When we sat. Can’t this be halted?
Stalled?
We’ve had this discussion before
Says the tree, basking
Silent in its solitude
Decades ago, remember asking?
“Who am I?” Who do I want to be?
And now you know. Yes, I know.
Not just what they want to see
But Me and All of Me.
Lonely extraterrestrial
Feels ground beneath her seat
Wonders if it’s worth it
These planetary feats
These promises she’s tendered
“Til Death do we part”
This lifelong commitment
That excludes her heart
Lonely extraterrestrial
Looks outward to the sky
To the stars feels the wind
Whispers . . .
. . . Goodbye.
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Featured photo, a painting titled “The Dryad”
is the work of Jeremiah Morelli
For more information, visit Jeremiah’s website
or his facebook page.
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Each of us has the power to shift and realign with the heart,
as we let go, forgive, ask for forgiveness,
and move through our collective grief
to our seat of personal power within the heart of love.”
– http://www.mysticmamma.com
LionsGate 2017
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“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God.
All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.”
-John 1:1-3
Extraterrestrial, Copyright M.D.S 2017 All Rights Reserved
Fiery K. Tarot 