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"Samhain"

Inkubus Sukkubus

From the west comes old Death
A-riding on the storm
With hungry eyes for funeral fires
To burn till the morrow's dawn
For tis the night, here comes the dead
Unbound from the Underworld
And the children dress as the babes of Hell
All the boys and all the girls
And the fires shall burn
And the wheel of life shall turn
And the dead come back home on Samhain
And in the night sky on the lunar light they fly
And the dead come back home on Samhain
At the Sabbat high on the funeral hill
Wait the witches at the feast
For the first winter's day
The first winter's sun
A-rising in the east
For Death has come for the summertime
And to take the leaves of spring
Hecate, Nemesis, Dark Mother take us in

"Queen Of The May"

Inkubus Sukkubus

Wytches

All across the barren land
Still cold from winter's hand
It has been a time for tears
Season of the Goddess return
On this eve, the first summer night
Out of the darkness and into the light
Set the Beltaine fires alight
Season of the Goddess return
Hail! Hail! the Queen of the May
Now is the season, now is the day
A time to laugh and a time to play
Hail! Hail! the Queen of the May
Through the time when the green leaves hide
The dream of summer has kept us alive
Through the darkness we have survived
Season of the Goddess return
Let the leaves be green again
Let us all be free from pain
Out of the ice and into the flame
Season of the Goddess return!

"Noon Walk On The Asylum Lawn"

By Anne Saxton

(from To Bedlam And Part Way Back, 1960)

The summer sun ray
shifts through a suspicious tree.
though I walk through a valley of the shadow
It sucks the air
and looks around for me.

The grass speaks
I hear green chanting all day.
I will fear no evil, fear no evil
The blades extend
and reach my way.

The sky breaks.
It sags and breathes upon my face.
in the presence of mine enemies, mine enemies
The world is full of enemies.
There is no safe place.

Well it's that time again. No, not the Olympics. I won't even rant about that fiasco at the moment. No, it's time to vote again. The dubious honor of choosing "the leader of the free world". Normally, whilst you are out pulling that curtain closed and making your choice, I am at home, standing in the shower with the curtain pulled closed, doing the same thing. (jerking off motions). The difference is: when I'm done, I have something to show for. (all apologies to George Carlin for stealing his joke.) Anyway, this year I have decided to make my voice heard. I have chosen whom it is I am going to vote for.

I think my choice will solve the Olympics problem, not to mention that pesky global warming thing.

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