Caty's blog: "poems"

The seasons differnt but yet they change down south one could say what changes but change they do. Fall Brings the lovebugs crops are being harvested pecans peanuts cotton to name a few. Winter this brings the cold cold you say in the south ? yes true it may only get to 10 and then late at night bur cold it gets. Frost forms on the grass ice now and then to. Then we get that rare treat SNOW! Spring smiles when the grass turns green and the fileds spring to life new plants and animals of all kinds . To walk in the woods to spot a new fawn or other baby critter is a joy in its own right! Summer Can you say hottttttttttttt yes thats what most remember heat and sketters and other pests but still the time to go to the beach or the pond and take a swim and cool off! Just watch for gators or snakes at the pond! Ah the joy of the seasons Southern style!

ok heres a little poem I wrote years ago I just found again enjoy! THE NIGHT BY CATY aka tina_sprite The night the lovely night home to the dark things all about. Where others fear to tread I love to roam. In the shadows of the Moon. Where Demons live and play I find a kinship. As I work the night like others work the day. The days for sleep the nghts for play. Fear and love the dark you silly mortals one and all! enjoy Caty

For Caty No matter what happens our way will allways be with us its more than sex its more than life itself its something we found like a genie inna bottle . When the nite air is still a calling comes hosts of those that was before us look at us and say aahhh another bonding that is good to grave and beyond . A pebble a star blinking a comet all beauty unsurpassed a flickering moment in time and behold a constellation appears and there in comes the gift set immortal for countless eons to come love at its best. When me an dad sailed I talked to the sea its creatures come to visit one and all I asked a question what is love? and one and all from smallest fishes to biggest whales all said love is being with someone you enjoy someone you feel relaxed some one you know will be there when your later time arrives some one who is there thru thick and thin love is Love is understanding when I fall asleep and love is when I fuck up and you still smile and hold my hand. written by Charlain

MZ Charlain is the hunter she stalks her prey who or what is she hunting? Only she and they will know! So if you are the prey beware as her arrows strike hard and swift! As she is the hunter is is also the lover smiles for this side of her I know well! For she has already hunted and captured my heart! written by me Caty for my Charlain

Summer has turned to Fall. Soon Winter will be upon us. Then Spring will be here yet again till Summer is here yet again. Interesting how the wheel keeps turning weather we are ready or not. so chose your path well and wisely. Or say what the fuck and take a turn right fork left fork or straight a ahead that’s what life is all about . But as we decide the wheel of the year keeps on rolling along ignorant to our very being! So life goes on . Are you ready for it or do you take it day by day ? The choice is ours to make no one else’s Even though many may influence you but the ultimate choice is ours! So the Wheel of the year turns yet again!

ahh the big old Moon shining in the sky Bright with light then dark as can be! The phases of the moon new, quarter, half and full! The days in which you can see her plain as can be in the daylight reminding us we are not alone! Maiden Mother Matron the wise women in the moon guiding us teaching us. Learn her lessons well if you can even hear them that is. For she affects us one and all ahh the phases of the Moon! So when you see her up in the sky pay her honor and respect and learn her lessons well!

There have been many stories of this place The Witch who vanished without a trace Within the trees of hanging moss Many have searched and many were lost. They say she cast spells within the night The moss glistens with her light But is she a witch, are they spells Or are they stories people tell. Come and visit if you wish For you might be next on the list Another lost soul within the swamp mist One more victim of the Swamp Witch! © Sasha This was written for me by my friend Sasha Caty-Suets aka Tina_Sprite