New Moon Gal turned 1 today!

Just want to share.

Seeing is believing                                                                                       

by shadow storm

See through my eyes

As you will know

How deep the story

Really goes ....

See through my soul

And you will find

Secrets the world

Has left behind ...

Look at my arms

And you will see

All of the scars

I have received ...

Look at my heart

And you will comprehend

How my life

Might just end ...

Dig in my past

And you will uncover

The deepest secrets

Of a star-crossed lover ...

Dig through my present

To find what exist

In the darkness

That my mind resists ...

Read through the words

And you will know

Just how deep

My story goes ...

Thoughts for today.

Well been sweeping all day, I think the grass faeries have it out for me. I think I'm done and there is more grass and dirt from outside on the floor again. Dam faeries.

Thought of the Day

“You already possess everything necessary to become great.”

Just posted a few projects I've done this year. Some I just finished the last few days. Well I have to finish a couple more then I can take a small break before getting back to it. But it is time for food.

Skull necklace

First part of a hat band.

3 D Crystal Cross

Sapphire Beaded Crystal Cross

Meet me in the greenwood Where your feet meet the dew Meet me in the greenwood I'll be waiting there for you. Meet me in the meadow Where your body you shall bare Meet me in the meadow You shall find me there Meet me in the oak grove Where your knees will touch the ground Meet me in the oak grove You will sense us all around Meet me in the moonlight In the fullness of the hour Meet me in the moonlight And I shall give you power Meet me on my sacred days Upon my sacred site Meet me on my sacred days And perform the sacred rite Lay your nakedness to mine And absorb my energy Press your nakedness to mine As you now belong to me

Love is everything though of course, love dies leaving you in agony and then you die and worms crawl in and out of your skull. But the alternative is worse— mope around, hate yourself and then die. Worms will still crawl in and out of your skull whether or not you stood on top of the White Mountains to watch the sun explode into the Sea of Crete or tasted the skin of a woman soaked in sweat and wine. Drink this wine, the Lord said. It’s my heart slashed and drained.

This a great poem by Scott Cunningham