Wretched Feast of Plenty

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When  truth
Becomes
Indistinguishable
From hypocrisy
And lies,
And betrayal is
Our only shield,
Our children’s
Children
Will be
Christened
Death.
.
Then war
Shall be
The playground
Of  daemons
With no need
For illusion
Or disguise.
.
When veracity
Is a chaos which
Warms loveless
Hearts,
And tongues
Dance in
Forked trance,
Then tomorrow
Shall have no dawn,
Nor shall there
Be sorrow.
.
For infant
Unloved Death
Will find
Sustenance
In rotting
Gore, a
Wretched
Feast of Plenty
Readily available
On the
Playground of war.
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Bear … 01.16.2015
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Δαιμονία Νύμφη – δαίμονας

STOP

JUST STOP

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To Kill My Hunger

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I have destroyed myself
Not as I thought
To avoid memory
To repel past daemons
I have destroyed myself
To kill my hunger
This aching desire
Remembered for
Dancing with my daemons
I have destroyed myself
To kill my hunger
Still longing for much more
Dancing with my daemons
I have destroyed myself
To kill my hunger
Yet even as I am no more
I am only yearning wanting
I am destroyed
All of my being is joyful
Grateful hunger
While dancing with my daemons
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Bear … 03.09.2014
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ASHES

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Daemon Monsters Of Childhood

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Cremated,

Burned to ashes,

Disbursed,

It seems they should be gone.

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Yet the Daemons and their

Makers are forever merged as One.

No difference the impetus

And doing, origin and end.

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It is vile petty People,

Foolish, nasty, and weak,

Who call their craven weakness

A minor  human error, and

Each horrid indiscretion

A simple mistake.

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Humans and their

Monstrous Daemons

Are entangled in their lies,

And by acts of satisfying sin

Force the children’s cries.

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The Monster Making Daemons,

Are living on in all Dread.

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Self perpetuating,

Forever replicating,

I see the Daemon Monsters 

All around in all Fear.

I see your fear within me

And mine within you.

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These Childhood

Daemon Monsters

are the same evil core

That lives in mayhem

Strife, torment,

Greed, abuse

And the Daemon Father Monster

War.

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Bear  11.29.2013

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Music Themes: All Saints Day The Pagan Blended

In this time of Changing Seasons the veil between the worlds of living and dead and present past and future thins and the dead and living seem to mix and blend.  But as the day and night progress the dead must return to the Other Worlds and those who linger are forced or sent away.  Old myths, traditions and legends have been blended over time evolving with changing cultures.   Some traditions have blended this day and night  as a hunt for bad behaving humans and others have it as hunt for evil mischief making spirits or daemons.  Still others traditions use this time to honor the good, both living and dead.

Lisa Thiel – Sacred Ancestors’ Chant

Sava – Wylde Hunt

Omnia – The Wylde Hunt     Cernunnos, Lord of Beasts, he grunts:  “Come join us for the Wylde Hunt! …”

Ghost Dance  —  Rambert Dance Company — Ojos Azules

Kula Shaker – Persephone   http://www.pantheon.org/articles/p/persephone.html

Faun – Cernunnos

Oden / Wotan / Odin / Óðinn / Woden

http://www.pantheon.org/articles/w/wild_hunt.html            The Wild Hunt is a supernatural force that sweeps across the land at night. The actual object of the Hunt varies from place to place. In some areas it searches for anything that might be unforunate enough to be in its path. Others say it hunts evildoers.The leader of the Hunt also varies. In Celtic Britain it is usually led by Cernunnos, the horned god. In Wales it is led by Gwyn ap Nudd, and sometimes Bran. After the Anglo-Saxons had settled in England, Cernunnos became Herne the Hunter.The Wild Hunt also appears in Teutonic myth, its leader being Woden or Odin.      by Luke Goaman-Dodson