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Halls of the Dark Muse

  1. My Pagan Babies

    Ok they are not really mine, and they are not really babies, but they are my nieces, who are 7 and 4 years old.

    My sister is an Agnostic who is drawn to many aspects of Paganism, and so she tries to raise her children to be open to the fact that there are many different spiritual beliefs, and it is not a question of who is right and who is wrong, but simply a matter of what individual choose to believe in.

    This time of year she teaches them about the original Pagan
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    Spirituality
  2. Happy Endings

    I love this becasue it sounded so much like me.

    From The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde

    I hope it did not end happily? I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much
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    Quotations
  3. I Love This Idea

    In the past I have expressed the moral dilemma I have with the idea of Yule Tide Trees, as I am conflicted of the idea about killing these living things which have the potential to live for 100 years and fake trees are not a great environmental solution because of the process which goes into making them and the resources they are used, are not environmentally friendly, plus real trees I think are nicer, and I love the smell, but it seems very vain and arrogant to kill them purely for the sake of ...
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    Random Musings
  4. Angel of Death

    I was reading a book when one of the characters mentioned a challenge to write a 10 verse poem with 200 letters, so I was intrigued.


    Angel of Death


    I taste gunmetal
    on your lips, you are
    beyond my reach, death lingers
    behind your far away eyes,
    bullets fall from the sky.

    We made love
    on an unmarked grave,
    our flesh carved the stone
    the look in your eyes an elegy
    how beautiful
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    My Poetry
  5. Paper Doll Lover

    Paper Doll Lover

    I have liquid dreams about you,
    watching your face appear
    in a smoky haze,
    I would enthrone you as my noir lover,
    if I did not know you would balk
    at the offering.

    You were never born to be King
    however I might adorn you,
    laurel leaves upon your head,
    hanging bones around your neck,
    I would exalt you.

    It is beyond you to be debonair
    however I dress you within
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    My Poetry