The Betrayal...and What Can Result From That....oh oh oh

By cnwriter, 7th Apr 2013 | Stop following | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/23jvts70/
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Past lifetimes have a way of floating through our memories..sometimes we brush them away...other times deeds are done to compensate, balance what happened then...sometimes terrible things...

Death Takes a Ride

• A Just Reward
• Lifetime Past
• Clearing...maybe
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Death Takes a Ride

the mask

Through fire and water she did go
Searching for the one she loved
Far away had he gone
HIding amongst forgotten graves

Pale is death
The mask it wears
Covering features once so fine
Distorted now by worms and time

But this she did not know

A Just Reward

lovers they be

For her his face so beauteous still
How she remembered him
Before a knife she took
And placed it in his heart
When next to her sister he did lie
The knife went through her too

A just reward or so she thought
For what they had said and done

Lifetime Past

memories no longer there

Remembered she not a lifetime past
The same was done to her
But in a man's form then was she
And cheated all the time

With men and boys and young girls too
It mattered not to him
Fulfilling lusts was all that did
Over and over and over again

Clearing...maybe

not wanting to see

Thus it came about one day
An image she did see
Being killed by the one
Who loved her dearly

This memory with her sat
Day in day out the image grew
Till brought about the killing act she did
And all thus seemed to clear

Or will she return to balance out
I do not know for sure
All semantics they do be
Like little toadstools all in a row
Marching nowhere no end in sight

and so it is

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Where Fairies Dare to Tread

By cnwriter, 1 | Short URL http://nut.bz/-3sgll56/
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Seasons bring their special qualities. The killing of the deer's family in the forest and the punishment of Queen Mab for this. A warning to those who kill animals.

• Seasons of the Witch
• Death in the Forest
• The Queen's Proclamation
• Cruelty of Man
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Seasons of the Witch

Seasons

I heard the buzz of busy bees
The mist came through thebudding trees
Spring was on its way

Flowers burst into colours bright
The land grew fruitful under blue skies
Summer had come

Leaves fluttered to the ground in shades of flame
The sun sank low on the horizon
Autumn had arrived

Rivers froze and trees were bare
Winter again had come

Death in the Forest

The antlered deer raised his great head
He sensed the nearness of the man
Great limpid eyes drooped to the ground
To see what lay ahead

Learned had he to read the prints of those who came to harm
His family they had all been killed by scavengers with hearts so cruel
No-one was left but him

He prowled the forest day and night to find another of his kin 
But none there were

The Queen's Proclamation

Magic in the forest

Now upon this dismal scene
A host of fairies did appear
Amongst them Mab herself the Queen
She came to see the goings on

the feathered paths her domain

No-one was allowed to defame
The precious places of the greensward
This Titania herself proclaimed

Cruelty of Man

The beloved deer

But man his greed knowing no bounds
In disregard of her words
Destroyed the trees and plants and ground
His ceaseless search for more he made
Killing the animals who dwelt therein
Both kith and kin

Mab came to him one dark and silent night
And bound him in chains of metal bright
Cut out his tongue
Put out his eyes
So never could he again
Destroy the magic of the woods

A warning let this be to all who would destroy what Mother Nature has created..

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Rich Man, Poor Man, Bigot or.......................

By cnwriter, 11th Sep 2012 || Short URL http://nut.bz/n5rileq2/
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Essays

Are you homeless or helpless choosing which way to go what to see is the journey we all take within. Our thoughts and feelings about who we are and who others are influence the way we see ourselves and others....enjoy!

• Regret No, Sorry No
• Where Is Your Smile
• A Lighter Vein
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Regret No, Sorry No

homeless not helpless

Do I regret that my husband died when he was forty
No I dont
It was his time to go and so he went

Do I feel sorry for the hopeless masses
No I dont
They choose to be that way

At least most of them

Of course I can hear you say you mean old bitch

First of all those folk preferred to drop out of society
At least many of them
They had had enough of all the stupidity associated with wealth
And took an easier and less stressful way out

Have you ever talked to one of them
(Or are you to fastidious to sink that low)
Well I stop and speak and listen for they have many a tale to tell of the hell
Of being a banker, lawyer, politician and such like

Now with their doggies by their side they wheel their bag filled trolley down the alley and poke around in dustbins to see what they can find

A smile upon their face

Where Is Your Smile

Light....

Do you have a smile on yours
You satiated big bellied dogmatic racist
I have seen so many of you do your number
Standing in your pride and ignorance
Judging those who are different to you

Oh well I guess you need the Light too so here it is...lots of it FTHG

A Lighter Vein

peek a boo

I guess it is time now to write in a different vein of love and light, compassion, caring and the like
All the things that mean so much to me and many of you too
A useful adjunct I must add again that beauty is in the eye of the beholder just as all things are and we see others by reflection of what is inside ourselves

And as we go through our many lifetimes reaping the wind or some such thing
Till we finally learn that when we do it to the least one of us we do it to ourselves

Oh have I struck a tender place inside of you if so then resonate and know that you too have places to go
No matter who you are high or low
These lessons of life come forward to be learned

Give thanks that is so

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I have been writing on food, wine, travel, cosmic creation and erotica for over 30 years I do horoscopes and numerology and readings.

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