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Date:2007-08-08 11:48
Subject:Poetry Slam at Burning Man! (x-posted everywhere)

Are you or anyone in your scene attending Burning Man, the 9-day gathering celebrating radical self-expression and radical inclusion in the Nevada Desert?

If so, I shall be hosting a Poetry Slam the first Monday (the night of the Eclipse) at the Silicon Village (Silicon Valley locals camp), and I NEED poets! This is my first time attending the Burn and I'm getting my camp fees waived for doing this, so please help a virgin out!

Please contact me off-channel at werd2thenerd AT yahoo if so, or call (fur oh ate mine sex oh fur vibe mine oh).

Oh, if anyone is curious as to MY identity (considering this is my first post), I usually perform under the name of Tristissima (I have 7 others), I've been slamming in San Jose for, garsh, six and a half years, and I was on the Santa Clara University Collegiate Team 2004 and the Palo Alto Team 2005 and 2006

Thanks guys!

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Date:2006-11-18 00:49

i guess i should probably do this at some point. i joined this community a few days ago, and am really looking forward to being a part of it. i'm not sure that i'll have all that much to contribute to begin with, as i am just beginning my journey. i've always considered myself an atheist or an agnostic. my husband is a buddhist, and i've done a lot of reading and research on various relions and spiritual beliefs, only to find that none of them "fit" me. however, this is different...from the moment that i stepped into this realm (pagan & wiccan), i've felt at "home". i'm still very much a beginner, and i'm still trying to find my specific path, but i do feel that i am finally pointed towards the direction of the paths that are meant for me. and it feels good - really good.

anyway, my name is kym, but for all intents and purposes, please refer to me as "datura". i'm 32, married, have a 13 year old son and 8 indoor cats. we recently just moved back to northwest ohio from michigan to care for my elderly parents. currently, i am just beginning to study the very basics. i've picked up several books, visited a spiritual "variety" store not too far from here (where i've collected quite a few items to aid in my study), and i've also signed up online with magicka shool, tarot college, witch school, and the pagan college. i'm not certain as to the quality of any of these, but i figure they will at least give me a general base from which to start.

i guess that's it for now. i just wanted to say hello and to introduce myself. i'm sorry if you see this cross-posted to some different communities - i've joined a lot as of late, and i'm not feeling up to writing a seperate intro for each one.

i'm really looking forward to being in this community, learning from all of you, and hopefully making some new friends that take me seriously throughout this learning process. if you have any questions for me, ask away - i'm pretty much an open book.

i hope this finds everyone well.


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Date:2004-07-10 16:10
Subject:Did you ever sing that little prayer as a child?
Mood: mellow

"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my Soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my Soul to take..."
And mine:

The Demon Prayer

I stare into the face
Of pain
The deepened, bloody,
Seeping vein

Every night I dream
And say
“Come for me,
Take me away”

But with shadowed hands
And smothered sighs
They wait for
The dark to rise

And with the hands
Of sure demise
Come all the whispers
All the lies

A gentle touch
Will take me there
Toward chain and darkness
Whip and snare

And sometimes when
I lie awake
I pray to them
My soul to take

[Copyright Anna Thelese Sutton]

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Date:2003-06-09 03:05
Subject:Taylor Mali

Taylor Mali is a teacher and a slam poet who I think RAWKS hardcore. I own one of his CD's actually. Here is a link to the page on his site with a sample of his work. Remember, as a slam poet these poems were meant to be read aloud.

9 poems written out

2 poems in audio format.

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Date:2003-05-13 11:27
Subject:some more light-hearted poetry than usual..
Mood: silly

"A Witch! Oh no, You'd best not say
A word to make make her mad.
She'll point her glowing finger
And things will all go bad.
First she'll make you see in pink
Then she'll kill your fish,
Don't let on of things you want,
She might well grant your wish!
She'll give you boils on your bottom,
Maybe give you rabies...
Best give her the chocolate."
Hey, it sure beats eating babies!

*g* I am feeling silly. The last 4 lines popped into my head on the bus this morning and I just had to write the rest!

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Date:2003-05-02 07:56

all I dreamed was of sunlight
all I asked for was happiness
all I recieved was a cloudy day
all I recieved was sorrow that fell like rain

Goddess I used to hear your echo in my prayers
that signified that they were heard
but now I speak to emptyness;
now I speak to silence

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Date:2003-04-24 02:21
Subject:Measure of Might

Perhaps less "pagany" and more lovelorn/hurting, but it carries some pagan echoes nonetheless. I hope its ok to post here.

Measure of Might

Proud and majestic against the night,
eyes still as the sea at the dawing of day.
The Queen in great armies measures her might
The Priestess commands the magical fae.

Bleached alabaster in contrast with black,
An iron hand upraised, steadily held high,
None can surmise that she may something lack,
Like Goddess she chooses who may live, who die.

Competent like steel, necesarilly rough,
Motionless she stands on the windswept shore
In every situation she knows what is enough,
Can this exterior hide something more...?

A lengthy thorn forever embedded within,
The only path to healing harshly denied.
Beyond her hardened, flawless skin
She once on another too heavily relied.

The point draws blood most everyday,
The inside floods with redness bright.
She does not flinch; steadfast she will stay,
Her pain unseen to the most gifted sight.

A heavy sigh is her only release,
Her trusted confidante, the rain,
Doomed to forever carry this disease,
Peace and calm skillfully she'll feign.

Will his hands ever reach in,
extract the thorn and set her free?
It would involve touching her skin,
Thus he will deny her most anguished plea.


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Date:2003-04-23 01:10

Overtake me, dancing wind,
As I this grassy hill ascend.
Let me revel, feel the thrill,
Weave your whispers into my yearning hand.

Past my fingers slip and fly,
To distant spaces most remote.
Brush my cheek; a caress imply,
Before soaring high to help an eagle float.

Ruffle the folds of my flowing gown,
Assail my hearing with your urgent speed,
Inflate my lungs with your frigid soul,
Feed my heart the oxygen I need.

Drunk with cool vitality,
Your heady freshness I hungrily ingest.
I feel the Earth's breath cleansing me,
Contently sensing the heaving of my breast.

Rise and fall, and fall and rise.
In, throughout and out again.
I lift my eyes to the sparkling skies,
And smile, truly knowing who and why I am.

Overtake me, dancing wind.

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Date:2003-04-23 00:50
Subject:All in One, One in All
Mood: contemplative

Lady of a thousand faces...
I feel your essence in the North,
where tall pines grace the fertile ground.
Out of the East you peer above the horizon,
fresh and light,
brimming with wisdom and inspiration.
The warm waters of your Western domain,
emmanate great power.
Turning, I feel your glow in the South,
where the fire is strong.

The air is heavy with your presence;
A cocoon encasing all things,
though we may be too blind to see
when you brush against our skin.
Each guise universal in its uniqueness.

You sit,
Soft and gentle,
like the morning dew.
Steady and calm,
A gracious, mild smile
beautifying the visage,
that is the abode of peace.
The breeze lazily stirs the chimes;
they jingle in the coolness of your sanctuary.
Lotus in one hand;
The other outstreched,
ready to aid,
Ears always tuned to the suffering cries.
Solace when all else is gone.
In you, Compassionate One,
the ulitmate refuge...
My weary head rests in your lap.

You come,
Lovely as the summer rain;
rosy-cheeked and brilliant
in voluptuous shape.
Glossy lips invitingly sensual,
playfully entrancing gaze,
golden locks dancing madly
in glorious disarray,
tousled by the wind...
Forth from the Sea
in an oyster shell
You come, and make love to the world....

You ride,
Warlike and proud,
quick to anger and just.
Like lightning cutting through the sky
or a blade making is way
through supple flesh.
Skillfully drawing droplets of crimson.
Macha rides with sword unsheathed.
Action born of discord,
The warrioress atop her stallion.
Bloodthirsty and strong,
dark and menacing.
Barriers are meant to be broken.

You are,
Queen of the Night.
Mistress of hidden workings,
of screeching owls and black cats,
that weave themselves between our feet
with feline grace
as your cauldron boils
amidst the darkness.
The fumes clouding consciousness,
leading on a journey within.
Shadows to draw upon are endless,
as your depth is immesuarble.

You teach;
Bright arrow,
Poetess, craftswoman, healer,
Embodiment of the civilized arts!
Guiding the human race with your
loving providence.
Inspiring, cleansing, bestowing gifts.
Bountiful and indispensable
Spring of resourcefullness.

Lady of a thousand faces...
Inherent in all creation,
you shape and fuel reality.
Within and without,
static or dynamically whirling.

Flaxen curls,
Sleek dark tresses,
or reddish strands like leaves of oaks..
Gowns and dresses,
Riding breeches,
or heavy, tough, protective cloaks.

Lady, in your manifold expressions
I trust.
A mouthful of wine
reveals a world of new flavours
with every sip.


I addressed specific aspects of the Goddess in the verses, I wonder if its easy to guess :)
Click here to checkCollapse )

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Date:2003-04-22 14:45

“Many keys to the same door.
Many doors to the same room. “
she whispers.

I am drawn to the night outside.
Drawn to my window.
The moon is full and shining.

Even a window might work.

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Date:2003-04-19 15:44
Subject:A Dream of Her
Mood: hopeful

I dream in color, the night my goddess
when all around is nothing but grey.
My tears on her shoulder, her luminous eyes
understanding; she takes my faults and my pain,
Trades it for guidance and lore.
My wand on the darkest days, she shows me
Laughter and beauty amidst violence and rage.
Forgiveness and sunshine
among anger and rain.

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Date:2003-04-19 12:33

here I am, Goddess;
why do you turn your face away
while my body dissolves into tears?

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Date:2003-04-14 23:29
Subject:Fade to Black
Mood: discontent

In darkness, there is nowhere else to look but inside
and fear means nothing, for dreams they lie
and words, they have a strange way of reminding you it's cold
in here, in the darkness...

A forgotten remnant fills your mind, but yesterday is lost
what was that again?, you whisper to the dust, but
no answer is found in that fading hush called twilight.

I was lost inside a darkness of my own making
and sleep the only release.
It came and held me in it's arms till daylight
till the words were just letters scattered on the floor.

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Date:2003-04-11 00:57
Subject:Evening walk with the Lady

In vivid moments; brief and rare,
When to Your rhythms I attune,
A stillness I reach beyond compare,
Feeling within the bright tides of the Moon.

Awe-struck, I am thankful to simply BE,
Sensing within me Your momentous pulse.
The whispers of trees are tangible to me,
The soft cloak of night about my shoulders falls.

Wrap me tightly in Your arms,
Let me from your waters drink,
May I dance amidst these charms,
and welcomed, in Your vastness sink.


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Date:2003-04-07 23:09

goddess I gave to your praise my life long
and asked for your favor
goddess I have no more to give
I give myself
I ask you to take me-
I can hold on no longer
may I be your servant
may you overtake me
and lead me on that path
will save me
for you

goddess, I can no longer exist
for myself-
I can no longer justify ego
give me a purpose that is good
give me a reason
and I will do my best to serve you
if you teach me how

goddes take this as a promise
I give my life to your hands
and I will try not to hold on too tightly
goddess take me in your heart

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Date:2003-04-03 12:26
Subject:"Spring, Spring"

Hey everyone, this is my first entry here and i thought it would be fitting to post a poem i wrote recently about spring.

"Spring, Spring"
I woke up to birds singing
Their wings a sign or days to come
Plants getting greener
Reaching fo their ray of the Sun
Trees swaying softly
Their duet with the wind

Children playing in the gras awakening
Their running legs a sign of days to come
Couples getting younger
Reaching for their lovers in the dark
Worshipers singing prayers
Their duets with their Gods

~Linz '03~

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Date:2003-04-02 23:43

a feather falling from her wing
was the sign for the decent of night
not in a symphony but more precious,
in silent-
the only voices those of light.

I rose with the lighted candle
to peer out the windows of the world
into the sky (uncovered)
into the moon (risen full)
into you (open to me)

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Date:2003-03-31 08:34
Subject:prayer to aphrodite

goddess of
you know the touch
of a strong
the soft movement of a hand
my lovers are in pain
they call out in their sleep
touch them with your blessing
and bring them again to me
so I can kiss
their wounds
cause them

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Date:2003-03-31 13:56
Mood: hungry

Floating in the light,
formed by the shadows;
I see her face.

Eternal. Pictures of her mind
recreated in colours and words
that connect to my eyes
as another picture of her.

Love is just a word,
red and blue just colours.
But the feelings in me
when I see her work, her face
gives me some of her light,
makes me glow.

An intro, for anyone interestedCollapse )

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Date:2003-03-31 13:52
Mood: hopeful

Too tired, and yet there is hope for us still.
Downbeaten, we search for our lost sense of Will.
Our heads are too heavy, our chances too small –
Oh, mother, please tell me there’s hope for us all.

We’re working, but still it is they who will gain.
We’re shouting, but they seem immune to our pain.
We’re singing the old songs and writing some new.
The songs give us hope, they remind us of you.

Renewed by the memories, renewed by our trust
we work in our own way, we do what we must.
Give thanks for our roof, give thanks for our bread –
and work for the hungry that they may be fed.

The weary are strong. The chances will come.
Hear new voices sing old songs. Won’t be long.
We start with the small things and do what is right –
Oh, Mother, give blessings, my Will is to fight.

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