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The old man knows I know, he knows The old man knows When the cold wind blows When the lashing and crashing The thrashing and slashing The arms of the sea Reach out for thee The old man knows, I knows he knows, For the old man sees Their bended knees And the old man sees Their arms raised high In the dancing And prancing Their piercing cries He hears their names, Their whipping tails The wind grows taught It fills the sails The old man knows That the demons dance That the rain will fall And the lightning lance On cold wet stone They stand alone In salt and spray They clamor and moan For the crash of the waves And the cries of th

Words are Magic Each sound and syllable a spell Feel them wrap around you, bind you, change you Feel the words caress you with their wispy gossamer So frail and fragile, breath on the wind to guide the fate of people, places, nations; Just a word to remind, to call, to love Words are magic We have the words Many varied and powerful, To think, to be, to cause Complex and wound into the Tapestry of Language where all beauty and truth is revealed for what thousand words would you choose, to describe a painting And would they not be different to each? Words wrap the mystery in meaning we have the words

She loves me; This I know. I know it in the dark at night When she is all around me I know it in the bright sunlight When she seeks to amuse me I know it when she shows me, With great effort, herself And when she speaks to me With her voice; only I can hear When she brings to me That which others loose And tells to me secrets No one but she could know A pity that she My love; my devoted one Is no more than a spirit A ghost, She haunts my life Ethereal darling.

The fruit borne within thine chest beats for me It  yearns  for me To end its labour Like a cherry on a stem Hung before mine eye So  here I stand Ready to pluck thine dangling heart Red and luscious With these, my ruby lips. Between teeth of ivory I will crush you. I will smile As your life Drips slowly down my damask cheek Your soul; Who can tell where such a thing will go I know not And though to oblivion; Or heaven or hell I may send you Precious darling Know this Vanity lies not in your death For in death I live, my love And you are; truly For how can I not love Such a fragile state Dearest Sweetheart And su

The Dance With Death Have you felt the nightmare? The itch, the creeping darkness? Seen the shades, the in between? I have I've breathed the swirling nether Held ghosts in my arms Danced in a macabre House of Skulls With the Lord of Death Himself With those who have seen; The lonely and the Lost I'd wandered Years of grey The clashing rhythm So like that place Our only reprieve So we danced We sang Naked under the stars To our brutal songs Mad attempt to summon Once again That itch, that need Need the dark Even as we fear it Call him; the Lord of Death To our circle, to dance As we'd done once before

Open Close Open Close Lets see where this goes Through shadowed glen Past darkened rose O'er boggy fen The Night-time knows Weave with me A tale of glee Or sorrow; Poison tips the Arrow That launches true At those that see The death in you The life in me Open soul Close the door Take the role Of forbidden shore Burn the Witch! The villagers cry A moral ditch Behind each eye But all of this I say to thee Exists together This one of three To flow To rhyme The paradox To loose To gain I care not.

I love the night The sun's western death Awakens mind and soul Serenity and silence As darkness cradles me Protects me Shatters the barrier That parts the acceptable And the Impossible And from that crack Spews things Of wonder and nightmare The thrill of thought, Losing ones self In the World of the Mind That place Spun of thought and wish Where Dragons rule the skies Witches chant Wolves run with their secret souls That are men Each bird or beast Lives its little life As big as any Language, love, adventure Are part of all things In the Mindscape All is as I would have it be I can sculpt from afar Or plunge