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        <pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 20:48:35 -0700</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2009-10-28T20:48:35-07:00</atom:updated>         <title>Lady Autumn</title>
        <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l255/uni126corn/Holidays/?action=view&amp;current=HarvestGoddess.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l255/uni126corn/Holidays/HarvestGoddess.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Harvest Goddess&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Lady Autumn, Queen of the Harvest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I have seen You in the setting Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;with Your long auburn tresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;blowing in the cool air that surrounds You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Your crown of golden leaves is jeweled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;with amber, amethyst, and rubies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Your long, flowing purple robe stretches across the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;In Your hands You hold the ripened fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;At Your feet the squirrels gather acorns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Black crows perch on Your outstretched arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;All around You the leaves are falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;You sit upon Your throne and watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;the dying fires of the setting Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;shine forth its final colors in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The purple and orange lingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;and glows like burning embers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Then all colors fade into the twilight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Lady Autumn, You are here at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;We thank You for Your rewards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;We have worked hard for these gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Lady Autumn, now grant us peace and rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>                     <author>noreply@fubar.com (Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan)</author>
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        <pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 17:45:30 -0800</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2008-11-03T17:45:30-08:00</atom:updated>         <title>The Renunciation of Unhappiness</title>
        <description>&lt;center&gt;I am Saved,

Saved from the false assumption

Of the &quot;lost&quot;.

I am Liberated,

Free from the illusion

Of bondage.

I am Whole -

Healed from the disease

Of separation.&lt;/center&gt;</description>                     <author>noreply@fubar.com (Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan)</author>
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        <pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 20:46:09 -0700</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2008-06-24T20:46:09-07:00</atom:updated>         <title>The Internet</title>
        <description>A story told of new and old
lives connected, then unfold
a man, a woman, not lovers yet
meeting by fate on the internet.

They share their fantasies as passion builds
telling truths and desires unfulfilled,
feeling closer as they write
being connected feels so right.

The days come closer until they meet
together their fantasies will become complete
to explore the world of sex and pleasure
a beautiful partner, someone to treasure.

No strings to tie, only pure desire
a lover that heats the inner fire
no thought unspoken, no secrets untold
their burning passion won't grow cold.

Accepting each other without concern
no angry heart or jealous burn
exquisite desires, ecstasy found
lover to lover... a perfect sound.</description>                     <author>noreply@fubar.com (Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan)</author>
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        <pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 20:44:43 -0700</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2008-06-24T20:44:43-07:00</atom:updated>         <title>Been Branded</title>
        <description>Been Branded

I wish I knew what you think of me
Maybe you're not sure what to think
Damn the consequences
I'm like an addict on the brink

Climbing the walls
Trying not to let it show
They all think I'm keeping it together
I'm too good, they'll never know

The craziness, the emptiness
That fill my nights and days
In search of that something
To fill the hole and show me the way

I am lost
Everyone mistakes the words I say
One touch, a moment with you
Now I'll never be the same

I've got to get myself out
Before I'm fit to be tied
God knows I've tried to be &quot;good&quot;
I've tried and I've tried

I have this sinking feeling
I'm doing things I didn't think I'd do
I'm tired of trying to believe
What just isn't true

You see, I've been branded
Mark left on my skin
I feel it still, but now
The burn comes from within</description>                     <author>noreply@fubar.com (Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan)</author>
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        <pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 23:29:24 -0800</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2008-03-04T23:29:24-08:00</atom:updated>         <title>ASHES</title>
        <description>There is a long road ahead of me
In this life,

But still, I'm aware
That the road behind me extends

Far longer.
There are times in our lives

When we take stock of those things
Which shaped us;

Those things which we allowed
To create us.

I am such a crossroads.
I don't like to admit it

But I still feel so much discomfort
In my Heart

For things that seem to be so far behind me.
I've grown weary of trying

And still, I try.
I've grown tired of the distance

And still, I reach out my hand.
I've grown fatigued at the cold

And so,
I put on my warmest sweater

And I trudge forward through the deepest snows.
Is it ego alone that brings me to this place?

And what of the other things
That life has offered up?

Do I face the challenge undaunted?
I think so.

There is a great purpose
In the knowing that I have found.

Still,
I am left with the ashes.

Those scattered reminders
Of the fire that once burnt so deeply

In my Heart.
Now where is it that I should

Scatter those embers?
Or do I just sit in them,

Roll in them,
And laugh all the while?</description>                     <author>noreply@fubar.com (Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan)</author>
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        <pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 21:36:18 -0800</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2008-03-04T21:36:18-08:00</atom:updated>         <title> Hope Floats</title>
        <description>Even as things go downhill
And life becomes hell
Hope floats
Even as the world deserts you
And friends are few
Hope floats
Even as the only thing you have
Is a loneliness that is scary
Hope floats
Even as all seems lost and
Time remains a few grains of sand
Hope floats
Even as life seems beyond complaint
And strains of joy become faint
Hope floats
There may be nothing else to do
Than survive
And yet…as the self becomes distant
From the soul
There’s a voice that says
Hope floats... </description>                     <author>noreply@fubar.com (Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan)</author>
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        <pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 17:46:40 -0800</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2008-03-04T17:46:40-08:00</atom:updated>         <title>Graveyard Suicide</title>
        <description>I walked through the local cemetery last night
It was so quiet, everyone was at peace
I felt so welcome, so at home
there among the deceased

I begun thinking, why do I continue on
why do I inhale even one more breath
when all I dream of is the eternal slumber
that can only be brought about by death

Grief and pain are the only inhabitants
of a soul which would otherwise be an empty space
Was it time for the end?
This was the choice which I faced

After all, everyday is merely a continuation
of the one which preceded it
There have been times when I felt slightly hopeful
but there was never any hope when I most needed it

And there is little I wish to recall
the years are wrought with sadness
I've lost my mind, a million times
but I always find it again within madness

As my heart has drifted along
I knew it could not stay afloat
with each day that passed
I felt it sink deeper in misery's boat

So there, amongst the dead
I came to the conclusion
That it was time to bring
an end to my life's illusions

The blood flowed like a river
as I took a razor to my wrist
I would have made preparations, said good-byes
but, I doubt I'll be missed

It became so cold
as everything went black
for the first time, I felt peace
because I knew there was no going back

No hope. No dreams. No anything.
I had no further reason to try
I no longer wished to live
I do not regret the decision I made to die...</description>                     <author>noreply@fubar.com (Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan)</author>
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        <pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 16:59:26 -0800</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2008-03-04T16:59:26-08:00</atom:updated>         <title>Misunderstood</title>
        <description>Slicing and dicing, she cuts deeper and deeper,
seeing just one drop of blood will make her happy.
Crying and shaking, she raises the knife,
wishing for the courage to take her own life.
Pushing harder on the blade, trying to die,
she often just sits and wonders why;
Why are people so selfish and hating,
nobody knows the pain she suffers through.
She just wants love, why don't they understand this?,
nobody says I love you or asks her how she is doing.
Wanting love more than anything in the world,
wanting to feel pretty once in awhile.
Crying and trying to die once again,
all she really needs is one caring friend.
Depressed all the time for reasons unknown to herself,
wishing all the pain would just go disappear.
Trying to be happy and funny is hard for her,
even when doing things she once did enjoy.
No courage to actually kill herself,
just cutting makes her feel better.
Wishing she could die, not knowing why,
just wanting love and companionship.
Crying and shaking, she raises the knife,
wishing for the courage to take her own life...

Copywritten  12-06-84 - My 19th birthday after losing my daughter to SIDS...</description>                     <author>noreply@fubar.com (Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan)</author>
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        <pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 15:32:57 -0800</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2008-03-04T15:32:57-08:00</atom:updated>         <title>Endless Hatred</title>
        <description>She cried out for help, no one was there,
nobody listened, they didn't care.
People kept walking further away,
leaving her with no one to wipe the tears away.
She looked for a friend, nobody came,
nobody liked her, there was no one to blame.
All those years with nobody loving her,
really hurt, and made her dreams all a blur.
Her future looked hopeless, a deep dark black,
people always stabbing her in the back.
Soon she grew tired of the hatred and pain,
said, &quot;I'm leaving here, there's nothing for me to gain.&quot;
She left with a bang, stunning everyone,
killing herself with her father's gun.
Everyone laughed, nobody cried,
it was a party when she died,
One lonely girl, killing herself and so scared,
just because nobody cared.

Copywrited 10-14-84

Just another diatribe from the past - and I thank all my friends that cared enough to see me through then as well as now...</description>                     <author>noreply@fubar.com (Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan)</author>
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        <pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 15:18:02 -0800</pubDate>         <atom:updated>2008-03-04T15:18:02-08:00</atom:updated>         <title>Return to Darkness</title>
        <description>The emptiness and darkness is returning,
that lonely feeling; the heart is burning.
Once, I pushed those feelings away,
they were gone for awhile, they're back today.
This time could be the end for me,
I could finally be gone-my sad soul set free.
The empty hollowness in my chest gone forever,
could it happen? please? no-never!
I was so happy for a long time there,
the pain disappeared, ran off somewhere.
It didn't go too far, found its way back,
right when my life was finally on track.
Finally I've come to a harsh conclusion,
all my hopes and dreams have been an illusion.
So much heartache, pain and strife,
what I want is to end this life.
That won't happen, I'm not brave enough,
tell me why this life has to be so rough.
Your help, dear Goddess, is what I need,
nobody knows how my heart does bleed.
Everything’s piling up, I'm quickly sinking,
no rope to grab is what I'm thinking...

(unfinished)</description>                     <author>noreply@fubar.com (Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan)</author>
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