All Soul’s Night

•October 21, 2010 • Leave a Comment


Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides.
Figures dance around and around
to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness;
moving to the pagan sound.

Somewhere in a hidden memory
images float before my eyes
of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires,
dancing till the next sunrise.

I can see the lights in the distance
trembling in the dark cloak of night.
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
a waltz on all souls night.

Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
held up tall as the flames leap high.
The Green Knight holds the holly bush
to mark where the old year passes by.

Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides.
Figures dance around and around
to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness;
moving to the pagan sound.

Standing on the bridge that crosses
the river that goes out to the sea.
The wind is full of a thousand voices;
they pass by the bridge and me.

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•October 14, 2010 • Leave a Comment

As I sit here
And slowly close my eyes
I take another deep breath
And feel the wind pass through my body

I’m the one in your soul
Reflecting in the light
Protect the ones who hold you
Cradling your inner child

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•October 7, 2010 • Leave a Comment

•September 27, 2010 • Leave a Comment


“There is always music amongst the trees in the garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it”

~ Minnie Aumonier~

•September 22, 2010 • Leave a Comment

“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”

~Jim Morrison~

•September 17, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I wake up in the morning, and it comes back to you
I breathe in I breathe out, it comes back to you
I stare up at the ceiling, and it comes back to you
I step out my front door, and it comes back to you
The end of my driveway, it comes back to you
Brakelights on the highway, it comes back to you

~Nikki Sixx~

•September 15, 2010 • Leave a Comment