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Artemis

Artemis, also known as Diana, is a Greek Goddess of the Moon whose roots extend back to Her time as a many-breasted mother goddess. We know her better as the maiden Huntress who lives in the forest with her band of young girls (the Arktoi) and her totem animals of Deer and Dog. As a virgin goddess, she is whole unto herself and teaches us to live our wild, instinctive nature, and at the same time, honor our sisterhood.

Rambling Man

Oh, naive little me
Asking what things you have seen
You’re vulnerable in your head
You’ll scream and you’ll wail till you’re dead

Creatures veiled by night
Following things that aren’t right
And they’re tired and they need to be led
Or you’ll scream and you’ll wail till you’re dead

But give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am

Beaten, battered and cold
My children will live just to grow old
But if I sit here and weep
I’ll be blown over by the slightest of breeze

And the weak need to be led
And the tender I’ll carry to their bed
And it’s a pale and cold affair
I’ll be damned if I’ll be found there

But give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am

It’s funny how the first chords you come to
Are the minor notes that come to serenade you
It’s hard to accept yourself as someone
You don’t desire as someone you don’t want to be

Oh, give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am
Oh, give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am

==LAURA BEATRICE MARLING

To whip Love’s heart

Lovers take back power
Going off with another

Vicious cuts
The desperate make
To set fire to worlds
Not going their way

Persist in flesh
And aren’t erased
By changes in mood
And sentimental plays

Eroticism of darkness
Fucking in anger
Wrestling like beggars
Over a bent copper coin
And a single tear

To whip Love’s heart
In spite
Is to sell your soul
And end your life

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde

Excerpt 29 – An addict’s values

An addict values substances and acting-out an addictive behavior, more than he/she values you or your love.

This is a devastating and horrific truth to come to accept.

During the period of coming to accept this truth, there will be a tremendous amount of denial and wishing for a different outcome, followed always by the devastation of low self-worth. Recovery from this state will occur when you finally value your own self more that the addict values you.

You will continue to seek the Devil’s approval until you leave the Darkness. This requires taking pain.

“Easy woman, you are speaking to the man I love” (Thomas Jackson)

THE SON OF LIGHT

I slipped back to the dark side
But did not see
I could sense the wrongness
But clung tightly
I became possessive and protective
Defensive and suspicious

There came a day
When my code of rigorous honestly was betrayed
And Intimacy was forsaken

An Owl flew from across my path
From a nearby perch
As I stood up to the betrayer
and sent this object of desire away
An chose the purification of the Dark

Months past in dark despair
I thought of nothing but the object
I had no reason to keep living
All joy for all time
Had ended
There was no hope

There came a day of relief
And I felt excellence in all
For no reason
Followed by a night of no sleep
The darkness came back deeply
I asked for protection and care
With complete abandon

Suddenly I saw clearly
That I had gone to the dark side
I had not seen it
Now I saw it
I said Thanks over and over
I saw Lilith smile

I thought I could manage
I thought I could go there
I forgot who I am
The son of light
Bourne of the dark.
Myrddyn come!

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde
(Myrddin Wyllt)

OFFSPRING OF MY HEART

Offspring of my heart
Lie vacated on the ground

They felt joy
Like heroin
And splattered like June bugs
On the windshield of time

Their little legs hobbled
After once they swam free
Shirking the chains
Held fast by my soul’s wounds

Their scaly wings
Feathered by Spring’s breeze
Flew
Frozen now by Autumn’s cull

Plunge back down under
My sweet little babies!

Await another birth
And another ascent to the sun!

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde

CAMP ROBBER

Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal a diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal your diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring

Layin’ on floor, in the rose colored glass
Over by the door, where the bubble smashed
Threads on the latch, where the coat sleeve was torn
What’s left of my manhood, by the blood on the door

Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal a diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal your diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring

Walking downtown, to take in some air
Talking to a man at the bus stop there
“What you waitin’ on brother?”
I said to the street
“A camp-robber, I’m hoping to meet”

Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal a diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal your diamond ring
Hey Camp-robber
Baby steal this diamond ring

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde

MOST OF THE TIME

Most of the time
I’m clear focused all around
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground

I can follow the path
I can read the sign
Stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever
I stumble upon
I don’t even notice she’s gone
Most of the time.

Most of the time it’s well understood
Most of the time I wouldn’t change it if I could

I can make it all match up
I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive and I can endure
And I don’t even think about her
Most of the time.

Most of the time my head is on straight
Most of the time I’m strong enough not to hate

I don’t build up illusion ’til it makes me sick
I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
Don’t even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.

Most of the time she ain’t even in my mind
I wouldn’t know her if I saw her
She’s that far behind
Most of the time I can’t even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was ever with her

Most of the time I’m halfway content
Most of the time I know exactly where it went

I don’t cheat on myself I don’t run and hide
Hide from the feelings that are buried inside
I don’t compromise and I don’t pretend
I don’t even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.

==Dylan