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 the powerful, to philosophising about life itself being naturally an unfair game...
Favourite Prayers - things that help me see the good in good, and gently guide by the lights I see.
Funny Things - Humour and anecdotes. Eris might come into it, with her wiffle-stick.
Magic, Religion & Spiritual Guff-n-Stuff - All my mystic waffle in one big glob?
My Artwork - Pieces from the past, and future... Laying out plans as I go - Portfolio mixed with Notebook.
Crazy How? - About my mental health...
The 1005 Project - An ill-concieved bastard child of an infatuation... A poetic and artistic magnus opus in the making ;)
Links - to sites I find useful and/or interesting, or simply amusing.
About Morgan - A bit about myself, and links to my other web-presences, ie; Facebook...
x M
Saturday, 16 July 2011
Monday, 11 July 2011
Welcome
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Sunday, 10 July 2011
Three Holes In The Ground!
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.
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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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Kitty is curled up with a David Eddings book. =)
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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Kitty is curled up with a David Eddings book. =)
Sunday, 3 July 2011
"Fragments"
"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?
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?
Saturday, 2 July 2011
Erratic Emotions, Mad World...
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.
Thursday, 2 June 2011
Saturday, 28 May 2011
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Fulfilling a Request
I have been asked to post a picture of my wand,
now that I have finished making it.
now that I have finished making it.
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
First thoughts for Piece for Spring Equinox at Stonehenge (2011)
First thoughts for Piece for Spring Equinox at Stonehenge (2011)
Beloved Ones,
Here and Now
Beloved Ones,
Here and Now
"Did I Tell You About His Eyes?"
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,
Dearest of Friends.
Did I Tell You About His Eyes?
They once sparkled with blessings divine.
How did I think this man was mine?...
?
...Let Me Tell You About His Eyes...
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,
Dearest of Friends.
Did I Tell You About His Eyes?
They once sparkled with blessings divine.
How did I think this man was mine?...
?
...Let Me Tell You About His Eyes...
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Looking Back With New Eyes
I've just been re-reading posts from my other Blog,
the one that was a secret, and isn't online any more -
Saturday, 15 January 2011
"Sometimes"
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,
to stand again outside of time?
One night, so perfect,
so perfectly decieved by myself -
You'll never remember what only I knew,
and I'll never remember your memories
for you.
'Should have known better',
we've both cried,
Indeed, we should, for we do...
All I know is, our faults
are near equal...
Darkly private Musings
still arouse the fire in me -
an Idiot, or an Artist,
to dream of what cannot be...?
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,
to stand again outside of time?
One night, so perfect,
so perfectly decieved by myself -
You'll never remember what only I knew,
and I'll never remember your memories
for you.
'Should have known better',
we've both cried,
Indeed, we should, for we do...
All I know is, our faults
are near equal...
Darkly private Musings
still arouse the fire in me -
an Idiot, or an Artist,
to dream of what cannot be...?
Wednesday, 12 January 2011
"Dancing with Shadows"
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...
Crash, waves, crash above me, I heed you not,
in the still warm darkness of my dream -
consuming all, imaginary, addiction in my mind alone
my heart? Withering?
Peering through my underworld,
no explanations are forthcoming -
no demon can tell you why you made the call.
Wanting and wanting and wanting and needing,
fearing and dreaming on, knowing death is coming,
by your own invitation, the slow slip into for-ever-hood,
fed by false faeries, kept by gossamer chains
'round breast and brow...
Such horror at one's own deeds,
the bitterest awareness of the devil-side of one's nature -
Can't people see I am not this? Can't I see I am not this?
Scream again, immortal soul,
at these things we've come to have done...
I became so truly monst'rous,
and wished an angel to step down to smite me...
I craved the company of a fellowship in sin,
I craved everything...
Peace would be in not wanting,
freedom in not-to-need.
I thought I danced
with shadows.
MF-W 12/Jan/2011
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...
Crash, waves, crash above me, I heed you not,
in the still warm darkness of my dream -
consuming all, imaginary, addiction in my mind alone
my heart? Withering?
Peering through my underworld,
no explanations are forthcoming -
no demon can tell you why you made the call.
Wanting and wanting and wanting and needing,
fearing and dreaming on, knowing death is coming,
by your own invitation, the slow slip into for-ever-hood,
fed by false faeries, kept by gossamer chains
'round breast and brow...
Such horror at one's own deeds,
the bitterest awareness of the devil-side of one's nature -
Can't people see I am not this? Can't I see I am not this?
Scream again, immortal soul,
at these things we've come to have done...
I became so truly monst'rous,
and wished an angel to step down to smite me...
I craved the company of a fellowship in sin,
I craved everything...
Peace would be in not wanting,
freedom in not-to-need.
I thought I danced
with shadows.
MF-W 12/Jan/2011
Friday, 17 December 2010
...Blah blah blah...
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.
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 popped away from my keyboard, the teeming thoughts that were there have vanished like mist.
One of my issues is my desire for perfection, I must understand all is perfect as-is, or nothing is perfect, and it doesn't matter - just What Is is what matters, and that'll Be, no matter what I or anyone else thinks of it.
Humankind sets itself up for its own pitfalls - attaining Buddha Mind, is it an ideal state? Before and after, chop wood, carry water, do the washing up...
Dreaming of perfection wastes the time I could be using to make the best of all I'm given...
I don't know how many people would appreciate my poetry, when it never knows if it's poem, song, or prose... But if the experience is beneficial, or even something enjoyable, well, that's nice...
...ad nauseum...
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...
Muddles
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...
Monday, 6 December 2010
Thursday, 30 September 2010
Friends.
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.
I will miss the good friends I have lost, value the ones I have kept.
I wish we could all get along.
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
Fear.
I am not going to say anything more about,
or have anything to do with the crazy situation
some of my friends are in.
"Spirals"
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 Butterflies kissing one's shoulders...
Summer's Flight of Pure Fancy
Seems All Lifetimes' Love of the Soul.
7th August 2010
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 Butterflies kissing one's shoulders...
Summer's Flight of Pure Fancy
Seems All Lifetimes' Love of the Soul.
7th August 2010
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
"Idols"
"The Faeries of The Wood"
The Faeries of The Wood (writ in 1999?)
Shimmering golden dappled greens
light falling leaves shifting
eyes watching forest far away
Shimmering golden dappled greens
light falling leaves shifting
eyes watching forest far away
"ThunderStones"
"ThunderStones"
Like the Air after Thunder,
Of Power Greatly Spent,
The Stones Lie Still, ReFilling,
A New Earthing Consequent.
Like the Air after Thunder,
Of Power Greatly Spent,
The Stones Lie Still, ReFilling,
A New Earthing Consequent.
"Unseelie" / "Spirit Call" / "Seelie Faerie Evocation"
Three works, I wrote these during an
'I can't be arsed to punctuate' phase. My apologies.
These are all from around 1999.
'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
"Shafts of SunLight"
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.
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.
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