tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83486672966828131522012-01-16T14:36:47.355ZThis is my personal blog, with poems, journal-posting, and all kinds of things. Sometimes there are recipes, and cats.Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05774678615858834527noreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348667296682813152.post-77407748230624122112012-01-16T14:27:00.002Z2012-01-16T14:30:39.320Z

Well, last Friday I got my G.P. to increase my dosage of antidepressants, so far it seems to be doing the trick.  I've got a lot more motivation for domestic work,  and I'm less sleepy. Since Thursday, I've been more  over L.O. than I ever expected. Life's looking good,  and not just because of the fake high of 'falling in love'.  Mind you, misled and weird as things were,  back in

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- Playing Favourites - Will the next one be pretty?  Or the worst ugly monster?  Will the next really care,  if you happened to die? Would the next give a toss,  or keep all-night vigils,  would they serve up,  for your sustenance,  their flesh and their soul? The next might be a demon,  no sense of affection,  pure possession desired  and no remorse for deeds done or planned. 

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Dreamt your heart was my For-Ever Home, had a place in your affections,  meant much to me, much more to me, you just had occasional erections, and erratic directions,  for an obedient pet,  that eventually  you left outside.

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Would you speak to me, if I dared tell you... I still feel?  Things you wished silent  still whimper.  No sunshine-warm cuddles,  no mistletoe kisses,  nothing, nothing, nothing,  for you, hello is enough.  No dread of rejection,  we solved that riddle,  but dread of desire,  and dread of your indifference.

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I remember the details, crystal-clear, of our contract,  and I remember, razor-sharp,  each moment, day and night.  I grovelled for scraps from  the plate at your table,  dry crumbs and crusts  a banquet to the  beggar-woman, starved. Fool, she is,  weeding her garden,  hoping next spring,  for lilies to grow. 

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Almost better, now - chest infection clearing; this is good.I guess, if I can't spend an eternity writing to Old LO, I'd better start blogging a lot more. Sometimes it's easy, but other days... Maybe it's an Autie thing, but some days, finding ANY words is difficult. Finding the right words is a work for the good days ~ on the bad days, an approximation will just have to do.

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I've got a really nasty chest infection... I feel absolutely lousy.   I'm stressing over having misplaced a software disc, and I'm having trouble thinking at all. Actually DOING things? Hahahaha!   My temp. on Sat. night was 38.8C, and I had the uncontrollable violent shakes. Mon. night it was somewhere over 39.3C (The electronic thermometer just says 'Hi'(gh) after that), and I felt *

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I know of a Hoarde, laid out in the sunshine, in a vast marsh, in mist-rush and bird-waden wandering; I know of this Marsh-Mass, laid out in the sun, shining and blinding, seekers to find ~ Wet ragmen and jugglers all gaze from the pathways, logs lain over the grasp of the mud ~ no boatmen amongst them? No great Corrach sailor? Just watch the light flicker, distanced. My blood

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Last night/this morn, we had to format my laptop.   Due to my lassitude regarding backups, which should be as routine as menstruating, I have lost a lot of data. I am trying to be happy that I've lost many photographs of Old Limerent Object. They were very, very pretty, but bad for my health. I'd not looked at them for a long while, but, still... They took a long time to collect. I knew I

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Holly died Friday Morning, the 9th September, 2011, at home, in her sleep. Buried today, 23rd Sept. 2011.  Holly Williams ~ Funeral Poem  by Morgan Fyfe-Williams,  16th Sept. 2011. I knew you, not well enough. You showed me true friendship, love, generous in spite of loss ~ last crust shared, abundance delighted in, The simple joys found, that show the beauty of the world. She did not

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Emotions more settled these days, still haunted by fantasies, whose only worth is as art, inspiration, poetry... I've tried taking a notebook to bed, to write the words that come to me as I drift toward sleep, but... I tend to drift into sleep without writing anything down. I guess bothering to write these things is the first step in commitment to earning a few Bardic stripes. I rarely write

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Soon, I'm going to be adding some extra stand-alone pages to my blog. Mythologies of My Past - The odd little tale of how I almost convinced myself that I was an alien... Not such an unusual belief amongst Asperger's kids... I 'was' a Dragon. Looooong story, which I'll share. Little Whinging - My page for my grumbles about everything from never being able to find a spoon, to the corruption of

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This is a post for the benefit of Facebook Networked Blogs application. If you are a human being, please continue browsing my blog.

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http://moviesblog.mtv.com/2011/07/11/harry-potter-world-cup-final-round/  ...REFRESH THE VOTING PAGE TO VOTE AGAIN, AD NAUSEUM...

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Well, well, well... Turns out my beloved friend Z is the victim of slander, and I'm too darn gullible. Thank goodness I and Z were able to sort it out. - Limerence recovery progress is good - it had been retarded by encounters with the chappie at the eye of this teacup shitstorm. Found this blog - Falling in Limerence. Biology is a bitch enough - dodgy psychology too makes it all even messier

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"Fragments" As I lay me down to sleep, I cling to dreams that I keep ~ poison-pot boiler, coney stew and bitterness weeping ~ better rid of this compulsion steeping my life in worry and strife, trouble breweth as the storm? Fragments of your words float over me, around me, through me, no longer blowing my mind - all blew away, flew away, my chiffchaff Heathcliff, yaffle I thought was

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10/7/11 All's Well With Z. Excuse the language, I'm a wee bit ticked off! So... I've been banned from the Londis 'for being a weirdo', I've had the bad news that someone I thought was one of my very best friends has been laughing at me for months, and I've dyed my hair Raspberry colour, had a tattoo, and helped a mate get her throat checked out at the hospital.When I said I 'didn't want to know'

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I started writing this a couple of months ago, and have added very little more to it since. I feel I may as well post what I have written, and MOVE THE FUCK ON!!! Alice Cooper - Love Should Never Feel Like This. LIMERENCE : "A POWERFULLY DISTRACTING INFATUATION" ~*~Limerence is the name for one of the phases of falling in love, It's often thought of simply as the Hearts-n-Flowers phase common

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I'm now using the 'jump' / read more link. Wahey. Kitteh says hi. =)

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I have been asked to post a picture of my wand, now that I have finished making it. It has been immersed in Elderflower Champagne, swum in the waters of my Priestess's pond, and the waters of the White Spring at Glastonbury, Oiled with Anointing Ointment, and has had ElderBerry Juice and Blood rubbed in. There has been other, more secret work too. It appears to have the approval of our recently

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First thoughts for Piece for Spring Equinox at Stonehenge (2011) Beloved Ones, Here and Now we mark again the turning of time and of nature, to the Bright Half of Spring, the Promise of Summer. We see a gain in the light. May it be a Blessing in our Hearts, May the Holy Power of Strength and Love bring us forward. May the Ancient Powers that are the Guardians of the Land guide us to serve

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Did I Tell You About His Eyes? That would Sparkle, and Wickedly Shine? Or of his mouth, twisting, smiling? Wry as a Raven, Holds Court by his Lord's side, Proud-Standing Drummer, I was In Stead of your Lady, our last Beer-Goggling Night. Did I Tell You About His Hands? Or the hairs upon his thighs? Violet Prose for an Indigo Man, Ink Black and Shining, Dark Chocolate Iris, Anthracite Lily,

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I've just been re-reading posts from my other Blog, the one that was a secret, and isn't online any more - For someone who was a 32nd of an inch from The Edge, it's remarkably coherent stuff. With the wisdom of experience, reading it feels like I'm reading someone else's words... I spoke True Truth more in my poetry than anywhere else... I think my mentality must have been that of one spending

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Sometimes imaginings felt like real memory, sometimes, the other way round... Sometimes I felt certainty, my heart would leap and pound - Then cynical, twisting paranoia would fall, terror would reign once more, and my castle, my home of hope's dreaming just stones... Empty, standing... Half a year seems like a fortnight or less, near a month feels a thousand years - what magic, over my memory,

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In the Silence of the Perfect Dream Roared Music, Cried Salvation and Patience, Heartache Died - No Pain or Hurt or Sorrow, in the perfect dream, where all good judgement divided and divided and broke and tore and sundered the paths builded from good intentions led my feet so true through gateways unimaginable, swam down to depths unfathomable - aching inside, burning for the next breath...

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It goes on - more reasons to write quickly, even if everybody reads it, it helps me tell myself the truth - unedited by my lying mind, I can say what I think - Oh, freedom! Freedom from the Scold's Bridle! When I write swiftly, and therefore nearly completely freely, I don't hide from myself the same things that I do in more caretaken accounting. Truer is better, even if it hurts.Two minutes I

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GIZZARDS! Where the half-digested sits - Oh, yes... My Self has more than one gizzard! Collections within me of things I don't understand, but keep churning over. Watch the Lunatics closely, they might do something amusing... Public spectacle of inner turmoil, waste of effort keeping it inside where it festers - back to my old poem of June, Poisons cut from my soul - It's my own Poet's Sword now

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Feeling sick, all the way through - want to write and write until everything's said - Scared of exposing my heart to the public - scared of ridicule for the risible efforts... Words my soul whispers, sobs, screams, mutters and laughs into and out of being - some eternal, some fleeting... Never sure if anyone will even take them... my thoughts... me - seriously. I thought amongst those who work

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I'm glad to be able to say, I'm getting better... I know the things I've done wrong. I wish I'd not done them. All I can do is move forwards, enjoy the creativity this year has sparked, and contemplate Goodness for the future. It's not easy, but it is necessary, and worth doing. I was trapped in a dream that became a nightmare. It's my husband's 55th birthday today, and I hope we'll have a

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I revise the previous post - my good friends will be kind, and not speak of it.I will miss the good friends I have lost, value the ones I have kept.I wish we could all get along.

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I am not going to say anything more about, or have anything to do with the crazy situation some of my friends are in. War is NEVER good. Doing things 'for the greater good' doesn't actually necessarily make it good...I am not going to speak on the matter any more. As far as I see it, they just didn't know *what* to do with me...I am quitting the Stonehenge Round Table because I no longer trust

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Spirals How long will it go round my mind - Search here and there, and not find... Empty rooms hold no promises and no lies. No deception in innocent silence, No silent tears seen in turned-away eyes. Always was I looking In places too high to reach, Stars unseen, too far in the Heavens, While I'm lost in the grains on the Beach. Waves come washing, uncounted, Seasons pass, and go, like

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Your Idols and Mine Are not unalike, One Rises Up and the other Hangs Down, and are but Ends of one Thing, Kether and Jether, Is any part of the River's Path More Holy than Another? 08/06/10

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The Faeries of The Wood (writ in 1999?) Shimmering golden dappled greens light falling leaves shifting eyes watching forest far away birds windchimes churchbells, ears hearing closely listening. - sweet spirits love beauty hope - singing trees walk through shade bring the Dryads and Naiads and Satyrs dance in sunbeams. swirl and be real embodied - light footsteps approaching large

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ThunderStones Like the Air after Thunder, Of Power Greatly Spent, The Stones Lie Still, ReFilling, A New Earthing Consequent. These Powers Slowly Building, Left From Long Ago, Sentient and Thinking, The Stones Restart To Know. Silicon Thoughts Are Flowing, Rock Begins To Wake, Time, it now is useless, The Past Will OverTake. Senses all are tingling, Some People Understand, Answering to the

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Three works, I wrote these during an 'I can't be arsed to punctuate' phase. My apologies. These are all from around 1999.  _ UnSeelie _ i asked the one with eyes of gold i asked the moon and stars and sun and she tore me down blood she loves me she has claws blood despise me i look in her eyes i am not worth her time she'll take my blood my heart and soul she'll bring me darkness and make me

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Another one from 1999ish, when I was too insane to punctuate. _Shafts of SunLight_ i see them falling through the cave's mouth visible by mistlight wet under the river where it crashes and bubbles. flashing colour and bright the water is shining thunder outside hypnotic song the ferns grow. twelve Sylphs are standing cavedwelling in darkness they shimmer eyes green. moss is pearled with

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Semi-Consciousness ~ On my horizons A bleak storm Brings cold winds to Rattle me. Self-Consciousness, Fearing everything Is about to implode. Stretched-thin Conscience, Aching Heart and Head, Pathetic will to be dead, Drinking, a bucket, Drowning, in sorrow, Ah Dark Night, I'll wake tomorrow, And all is the Same, My Heartache remains, now Lacquered with Shame. Tears you will not shed flow

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I Am Awen and Kether and Prana and Ether Flowing into Life I am Light flooding the sky I am the Dawn and the path to the dusk Ever to rise again. I am the atom's creator and maintainer I dissipate the physical I take each instance, each moment from my Soul to my mind to the vast sharing dream where all things are as real as ideas. The Body of Earth and the Light of the World are my Movement

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Soween Song Hidden in The Earth, Next Harvest's Birth, The Sun Falls Low, For Next Spring to Grow. Beasts are Slaughtered, Meat is Salted, Stores for Hard Times Great Wisdom Divine. Though Gods do show Their Winter Face, To Them we offer Earnest Praise, It is Their Nature, Night's Dark, and Day's Light, Now Comes Deep Winter, Then Spring's SnowDrops White. Strength of Earth and Standing

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- Dragon's Wine - An Addict in the Dark, I Wait. His Move, His Act, it Seals my Fate, Powerless against Him, Unable to Resist - A Fantasy Exquisitely Permitted to Exist. Will my Lover come before DayBreak - Will I Remember when I Wake? Elven-Wine with Dragon's Blood, Sweet Amortentia, My Poison Brewed, My Agonies and Ecstasies belong alone to you. Cruel Man, Here is your Willing Victim, Your

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Sixty-Nine Beers Is that the best price for you? To make you lose your attitude of just-don't-give a damn? Is it enough to fantasize that it could be right to do? Never ever drink that poison merrily, never lose me in the night... No price too high to persuade me it would be worth my soul. M - Dec. 2009 / Jan. 2010

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Your Eyes Bewitched me, Unwittingly, watched me in mundane and meaningless insanity. I thought I might have been in love with you - nothing at all like the truth. All my lusts and passions unrequited, mourning for never-beens, Victim of transferences, my Madness-Adoration, Beautiful One, I am a fool. You never wished for this, and it was never intended, yet from First Intentions you cleansed my

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"Always"I'll never stop calling you Darling,no matter the distance between us, or what perhaps might have been,and this thing called reality,just a shared daydream,my friend, nothing more. If it had have been different, we're sure it'd be worse, with ten million reasons to curse and regret the day that we met,out in the freezing cold.If it had have been different, certainty isn't so -

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Bloggybit for Beltane 2010This will ramble like fuck.You have been warned.I have made an utter fool of myself, lost (or temporarily misplaced) my mind and soul, and found Wisdom, and Life and Rebirth of Spirit by nearly dying in a (giant) bucket. I have had the best time ever. Yes indeedy.The kindness of strangers helped me sort out so much of the shit in my head.Either I've been plonked right

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My Wand is nowshaped, sanded, and oiled,we have ahead a monthof polishing, and other work.It was consecrated on the 30th...By Wind and Fire and Earth and Water!By GoldenBlaze Sun and SilverMist Moon.Et cetera.It went well. *smiles*x M

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Apologies, peoples, I'm having a day of Commas and Hyphens. EPIC FOOD FAIL: If you want to really disgust people, try this... Frozen peeled-and-chunky-chopped apples, originally intended for mince-pies, so enhanced with gingery, clovey, cinnamon and lemony goodness, + frozen Aloe Vera leaf-cores, and some frozen extra-thick cream, Stick it in a blender for a reasonably tasty,

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Over the years we've had Snackfoods, Toast, Coffee grounds, etc, all claimed to *be* funky-magic God-sent Icons, apparitions or manifestations... I enjoy things that look like things, but how do people know what Jesus or Mary, or any other Ancient Times figure looked like, to recognise them in their foodstuff? There is a Mystery. I admit, it's not so exciting to say 'This looks like some guy...'

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http://www.banplasticbags.org.uk/ Salisbury City Residents Against Plastic Today at the Old George Mall we gave away 500 long-lasting fabric bags, in half an hour. Imagine what we could do with more bags? This is Good: - Make Bags, Give Them Away - http://www.morsbags.com/ 'Sociable, Geurilla Bagging' See http://www.action21.org.uk/ 'Sustainable Living for Everyone around Mere,

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8 am. Awake. Heh. A bit over a year since its inception, my terrible all-consuming obsession with dear Severus it wearing off a little. It's partly due to the processes of time on infatuation with no real-life target, and partly due to me telling the spirits of madness to fuck right off. I am NOT saying that loving our Snapey is insane, only that the degree with which I suffered it, well, it

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Oh how my bosom heaved and throbbed! Cathy and Heathcliff, last night on ITV.Heavenly AU Snilyness. I am still in a swoon.We all knew Snape was Heathcliff, but have a look at this one!You must watch. It is necessary. Last night, 9pm, use your TARDIS,a.k.a. the 'iPlayer', and TONIGHT (31st Aug) at 9...I will buy on DVD when it's released as such. Oh yes... *handporn-handporn*itv.com/drama/

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Learning the lessons of doing that which must be done, dealing with realities of that-which-is. Everything that occurs seems to be a testing, thank Goodness we get multiple goes. If I can truly try my best, I am doing well. Writhing out of my duties is my weakness, greed, even for a grain more than is fair, slovenly levels of sloth, neglect of my chosen curriculum, the temptations of (seemingly)

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I will try to explain a bit about them. Calico stage of Robe-Making: Under the expert eye of my Mother. Playing with the hair... Bad 'photos of the Calico Stage... Buggering about practicing hairstyling, expressions and makeup. These two are what I looked like the day I went to see HBP. A nice piccy of me, I think =) Favourite Pic #1

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Beware Spoilers, if you haven't read or seen 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince' yet. Well - after attempting and failing to get robes ready in time, and deciding that be-buttoned trousers, black shirt, and my long black billowy coat would do, I walked into town yesterday to go and see the local premiering of the film of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I tried to do my makeup as

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Simply a test post of the post-by-email function. Ignore this message! Don't think of pink hippoes, either, okay?

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