Freenaturearts
Mentor in oekaki
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I dont normaly show my poems cause it says alot about me, I dont just make them for the fun of it and I make them to meen stuff to people. I have nine about poor animals for christmas and stuff that where tossed in the street cause there owners didint want to deal with it's treatment TT; So it kinda shows abit as to how I am on the inside, but here is something a little less bothersome and less painful for the animal lovers, however I may loose some friends on PC here if there cathlic, I hope you dont take this againced me ...
Ahem- I'm a crystal child and I beleave in wicca, so many people bash me about it and I cant even ware my tribal gowns outside T_T when I do I get attacked, anyway here is my poem of sorrow for not me, but those of you who take effence to by believes. My deepest apoligise for whomever this bothers.
The poem was inspired by a unknown person whom made this verse, I just added onto it as to my own feelings, thank you sir or ma'am for your help in alowing my expession to reach out.
The Shamans pain and pride arise, First verse by a unknown Wicca and the rest by me, Dolores T, heal. ( no joke that is my last name =/)
( By Unknown wicca)
Long ago and far away
We worked by night and hid by day
We could not in the open go
For the church did hate us so
They feared us for our power was true
Because our magic they couldin't do
And so they cried with evil smirks,
"Lets burn them all, tis devils work"
So burn they did and tortured too, but still we managed to come through
Now we work are rites as of old, now in the open free and bold
And so today our path is free to worship lord and lady
We did not fade nor go away
We told the world we're here to stay
(by me)
Shamans are thought of as a witchcrafts
Along with those of wiccan's drafts
And in of this day you may still say
"Ignor and hate them, Burm em this day!
They are devils and demonds at that
Kill them; smite them right where they sat!"
It will not change me in any way
We're just a body come what may
Are blood is thus and in the same
For we all will share a bridened name
We are but spirits in this place
And I just happen to come with Maze
I am a spirit tried and true
And I'm what is to come of you
On 2012 the world will rise, and I will lead that of the skies
You will then go and come to us, and we'll open are hearts with care and lust
You may hate us in these days, but sooner or laiter there will be more ways
We will keep are pashents as our mark
And wait right here till you know of our ark
We'll rescue you among the stew, for the negitive will just fall threw
You are of gold but so are we, and sure enough you will soon see
I may make more poems laiter, just as I said though my poems are very touching or a slap in the face, so I cant just post any of them o_o or I would be known as a ShamanPoet insted of MasterOekakier.
C&C is more then welcome and the insite as to my feelings are unknown to even me o_o for the people who may question it.
Thank you.
Ahem- I'm a crystal child and I beleave in wicca, so many people bash me about it and I cant even ware my tribal gowns outside T_T when I do I get attacked, anyway here is my poem of sorrow for not me, but those of you who take effence to by believes. My deepest apoligise for whomever this bothers.
The poem was inspired by a unknown person whom made this verse, I just added onto it as to my own feelings, thank you sir or ma'am for your help in alowing my expession to reach out.
The Shamans pain and pride arise, First verse by a unknown Wicca and the rest by me, Dolores T, heal. ( no joke that is my last name =/)
( By Unknown wicca)
Long ago and far away
We worked by night and hid by day
We could not in the open go
For the church did hate us so
They feared us for our power was true
Because our magic they couldin't do
And so they cried with evil smirks,
"Lets burn them all, tis devils work"
So burn they did and tortured too, but still we managed to come through
Now we work are rites as of old, now in the open free and bold
And so today our path is free to worship lord and lady
We did not fade nor go away
We told the world we're here to stay
(by me)
Shamans are thought of as a witchcrafts
Along with those of wiccan's drafts
And in of this day you may still say
"Ignor and hate them, Burm em this day!
They are devils and demonds at that
Kill them; smite them right where they sat!"
It will not change me in any way
We're just a body come what may
Are blood is thus and in the same
For we all will share a bridened name
We are but spirits in this place
And I just happen to come with Maze
I am a spirit tried and true
And I'm what is to come of you
On 2012 the world will rise, and I will lead that of the skies
You will then go and come to us, and we'll open are hearts with care and lust
You may hate us in these days, but sooner or laiter there will be more ways
We will keep are pashents as our mark
And wait right here till you know of our ark
We'll rescue you among the stew, for the negitive will just fall threw
You are of gold but so are we, and sure enough you will soon see
I may make more poems laiter, just as I said though my poems are very touching or a slap in the face, so I cant just post any of them o_o or I would be known as a ShamanPoet insted of MasterOekakier.
C&C is more then welcome and the insite as to my feelings are unknown to even me o_o for the people who may question it.
Thank you.
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