the stone i live under is disappearing into the wind (the sea hu

the moon when full shines weary love on sacred stone, the sacrifice was all its blessing until doors hold and shadows make time worthy of death i speak to no other than my own divine coven i am guilty of this treason and i am needy of this lust to change us upon ourselves is useless, i hate for us to live under the trade of the higher hand of ruling, burn them out and through things at there residings, lets flush the beast out and his hand will burn with the blood of our brothers and fathers and sisters and mothers that went before and save those yet to rise. when i look up i see the clouds forming a pentimento of make believe torture instruments that once grew there but yet since obscured by the new clouds, lining up to take heads completely off of shoulders, we are not real, reality a fallasy, sick with seamon slurred words playing ballet with baseball bats, but no curse i've had before or after my time in church will measure the moment more or less lightly than those cold snowy days back in younger cradled youth like visions and broken up emptied dark stair wells and shrink wrap bubbles tongue topples and asks not for entanglement but enlightenment, frustration and anger are dominent, i grew seperately from society and continue to do so with only a few more adjustments, i still slip when i use my mobile phone and i slip again when i watch my big screen tv, but i'm learning, keep the the weed burning, when the smoke fills my lungs i remember who i am and what i've got to do, i don't need to be afraid there and here and over there and up up and away and slender beads of sweet blood that flows through the roots of the tree that keeps you and i as us and we, me i look and see that the innocent little children i love there are 2 and soon 3, another life i bring in, offer to this world so i ask the earth to look kind on this birth and all births from now until i die and return, only then can you turn your back, release me as a rock, plain and boring and yet no pain or problem, no visions and no motivations, no luck and no burdens, pronounce me dead at birth, but keep all others loved and safe from harm.