Sweevil's blog: "Poems"

As I draw up my breath, And silver fills my eyes. I kiss her still, For she will never rise. On my weak body, Lays her dying hand. Through those meadows of Heaven, Where we ran. Like a thief in the night, The wind blows so light. It wars with my tears, That won't dry for many years. "Loves golden arrow At her should have fled, And not Deaths ebon dart To strike her dead." © My Dying Bride 1996

The fanackapants lives under a bush Never settles, always in a rush To be where it isn't, nor where it should It does where it wants because it could. With three heads and one leg, it bounces around Never lonely, with hardly a sound It attacks your sock drawer in the dead of night And looks out for pants cause it likes a fight! Where can you get one of these animals fair? You can't, it is in my head so NER! Forever blah blahing through it's over sized nose It walks in riddles, or maybe in prose..... But whatever you do, NEVER feed it some cheese For in times of alarm it lets off a sneeze And with a nose like that, it's no time to scoff Get too close and it'll blow your head off!!!!

Alone, the night closes in Forcing the thoughts inwards Making the choices made questionable; This night time, sorrow time, Crying in the dark time..... Massing up and making all progress an impossibility Screaming alone No thoughts, no lessons Just sorrowful droning To make the heart seem less alive Less hurt, less....... Alone No-one knows, no-one notices The smile becomes the mask that everyone expects Living this lie for all to welcome Sadness is not a welcome sight in the world Of laughter and comradeship Ash in the mouth a sign of life-lies

Everything i thought i knew is slipping away Times are changing, I want them to stay As they are, No future just now For once i'm at peace, but fate doesn't allow Me to be stable and normal (not that i ever was) But i still want this place (no loss) To be mine forever, these people i know Want to be with me, not just for show. I am over-reaching, of this i agree But i want people to notice, people to see That i never want change, i'm happy as things are No kick in the teeth, no permanent scar Just peace and tranquillity and know who i am Instead of constant motion, my being a sham: I'm gonna get EMO, it's always the case I just want to know whether this is my place.

In darkness you paint us, but we will not hide. We're the light of the country in which you abide, we're fearless and strong, the protectors of life hidden in shadows, we conquer all strife. We come from the Old Ones, our lineage secure. We rise from the ashes, we always endure. It's time you remembered that we were here first. We healed your sick, yet suffered your worst. From time immemorial we've woven our lore cunning folk, healers, benandanti - there's more. We're black and we're white, brown and yellow. We're women and children and mighty fine fellows. We're Her hidden children, the angels of light our task is to teach and to help set things right. We conjure and cast, and whisper and pray so you can enjoy your freedom each day. We've long been your army, protecting your back when you are in trouble, in secret we act. The Mother is watching - She hasn't missed much. She gathered her magick and given the touch to Witches and Pagans and Druids and such! The times are a'changing and one thing is clear the Lord and the Lady have now reappeared. Two pillars, three points, four quarters extend five is the number of magickal blend. By moon and the sun, by earth and by stars realise this day that the power is ours! Pagan pride - Live it, breathe it, be it. © Silver Ravenwolf 2001

His life was pointless His souls was departed He didn't know where Or how this had started He watched his comrades Fall into bliss And a part of him died With each word and kiss He felt so alone Distant from himself Like his life was over Put on a shelf Three words he heard From a lady, true Never did he think He would hear "I Love You" Now his heart filled with joy She has left her mark He longs to be with His Angel Dark No longer alone He sees the world anew He thanks her each night For this new life and view (Okay, okay, I had a moment of complete stupidity. But sanity has almost returned. Please enjoy the flight)

The light from her hair It seems to me Looks almost like A sycamore tree With ears and mouth Made out of clay No-one can hear No-one can say Why the world is round Or people are thin Where does it end? Where does it begin? Quotes and verse Appear and go When and where? Fast and slow? This is pure nonsense I'm sure you agree But I don't really mind For I am Swee

Who knows the price we pay For being ourselves in this day Of technology and constant pain We have lost so much with little gain. We claim to be advanced "technologically sound" But WHAT has gone Can never be found. Our ancestors lived "basic" to some What in their place, what have we become? Dependent on the the computer age The little box our priest and sage. We are at ease, yes that is true But come to think of it, are you YOU Or a number on a screen, an addendum Something that dies when the power has gone? These are my thoughts; I am like you I have become reliant on this silicon glue But I seek fulfilment, something more An escape from this soul-drive store

Halted; the mind broken His life a broken shell Nothing to hear, his heart is frozen Like a sea of ice on a dead world Forever alone, never apart From his screams; his only escape from The monotony of existence.

Both wicked and lustful this God's horny might, he plays hide and seek with the shadows of night, enthroned in high mountains - nobility crowned; with the wisdom of ages - the forest His gown, so nimble the fingers that pipe out of tune, simple and pure is the song of the moon- that echoes each evening the ritual performed, a lament for a God to a devil transformed. Martin Walkyier 1987