Hidden Magick
(To my Phoenix Phamily & Hidden River)

Now Witches gather at a mystical site,
A place filled with magick, merriment and light.
Some are known, and some have never been,
Yet all join together to let their energies blend.

With Blessings of Samhain

As Witches fly across the moon,
The black cats sing a howling tune.
Spirits dance in the night so fare,
As magick and wonder fill the air.

A piece of wood,
some rope and skin,
heart and hand,
bring out the life within.

Be you dancer or drummer,
or just passing by
the rhythm gets to you
and you just have to try.

It’s a spiritual journey
like no other
it calls to everyone,
both sister and brother.

It’s the heartbeat of the Mother
that creep’s into your soul,
the rhythm of life,
keeps the community whole

David Griffin

The fire crackles and sparks
The drums tap and boom and thump
The dancers spin and whirl and step
to the rhythm of the drums.

A tiny child ventures into the firelight
Spinning and whirling and learning to step
to the rhythm of the drums.

Older, taller dancers step around the child,
Or pause to dance with the child for a few
beats of the rhythm of the drums.

Older eyes, taller dancers, keep watch and gently
turn the whirling child away from the edge of the fire,
and the child learns the rhythm of the drums.

An aged dancer ventures into the firelight
Slowly spinning, slowly whirling, slowly stepping
to the rhythm of the drums.

Younger dancers see the slower steps and dance
aside so as not to bump a shaky balance;
Extend a hand to steady a hesitant step . . .
A step that moves to every third beat of the
drums . . . but a step that has not forgotten
the rhythm of the drums.

We are family......................
Ardy

Dancer and Drumman
by Avandrah

Sunrise
juh-juh ga-dung BOP
The fire still burns in my eyes
Bi-gee-di-gee-dung
I danced ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
frap-tap-tap the drumman played,
and I danced, I tranced...
did-lee-tah
Frap-tap-tap juh-juh
I followed his yellow brick road and visited the place where rhythm lives.
Bi-gee di-gee-dung wuh-ga-duh-ga
dun-dah
He sang my heart's song
Frat-atat-tat tap..... tap.....
fire-dancer juh-ga....
smoke-song rak-rak-kathaah
drumman-rhythm frat-a-tat-tat
wrapped in the spiral....

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant, they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes
Not all of them with you
Been family or lovers
Or enemies its true

I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes
I hope this one’s the last
Some I lived so slowly
The others went too fast

If all you feel is hunger
and all you know is pain
you will not see the sunshine
you'll only know the rain

You will not see the sky above
if only you look down
and never feel the heat of love
just hatred's sullen frown

You've closed your ears to hearing
you will not smell a rose
and slammed the door on knowing
a kiss and loved one's prose

There is no need for you to see
the landscape's always bleak
I hope this song, my plea to be
will help you to speak

A smile is gone
Early spring a smile came
into this world full of sadness.
It played in the spring and all
through the summer I
watched it grow. I watched it play
rollicking in the afternoon glow.
It was a good smile and a
happy one but sadness
hung over its little head.
No one wanted it. It lived
outside in the wild. In the morning
I would see this smile come from
the woods and greet me with all the
joy it could give. Then one
dark night the smile
was gone now my little corner
of this world is sad and morns
the passing of this little smile.

Breath Again
Open the floodgates and release the emotions bottled away
Bring Back the pain and free it from the bottoms of your souls

Breath and live again, don't stop, Breath and live again

Running scared, but there is no place to hide.
The bitter cold of fear haunts your soul,
It asks to be released and cleansed

Breath and live again, Don't stop, Breathe and live again

Where is the escape?
Where is the answer?
Drowning, it is too much and consumes you.

Breath and live again, don't stop, breath and live again

Time is wasting, time to begin
Don't let time pass, before the consumption begins
Bring in the pain, and deal with what is at hand
Show yourself that there is a life to be had
Don't throw it away there is more to be understood
Stand up and face reality that is there for you.

Breath and live again, don't stop , breath and live again

Linda M. Gillis

Whole
Today I sat and missed you.
The craving for your warm touch is strong.
I ache for your love.
How can I satify this desire?

Will you promise to be with me forever?
Will you hold me close?
And make me feel whole..
I want to feel whole.

Walking down the street images remind me of days of fun.
I smile as I walk.
When I am with you I feel complete
I need to control this desire..
This obsession before I lose control.

I need you by my side for fear
I might die
Is this love or insanity?

Will you promise to stay by my side?
Will you make me whole?
Don't leave me.
I am scared to be alone.

Linda M. Gillis

I saw you there
On the field of red flowers
Tall and strong and terrible
A bolt of lightening
In your hand.

I saw you strike and strike again
I heard the wind roar
I heard it scream
I heard the earth roar
I heard it scream, too.

I felt it quiver and heave
And I saw you no more
Not ever again
On the field of red flowers.

A Poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. 1843

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

By Alfred Noyes copyright ©1913

Part One
I
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

II
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

Oh that the blood of the noble man
be the cause of his nobility
that from his father's loins leap forth
more than mere virility
that sired within his mother's womb
and housed there until ready
enter into this world with a passioned cry
his noble heart beat steady

My name is Enigma Enigma;
I’m all that you think and see.
All that I am and all that I’m not
Is all that I can be.

I’m the dawn, the mountains, a baby;
I love battles just for the game;
A barroom, a church, a fight, a kiss….
To me it’s all the same.