The Green Man and the Maiden


Your eyes whisper an age old wisdom.

Roses abloom on your sylvan cheeks

Your lichen beard tickling your chin.

You are verdant and strong.

You, who guards the land.

You, who guides my hand

Along the winding path.

You are the frothy mouth

That breathes into every stream.

You are the horn that crowns the stag,

The wind beneath every birds’ wing.

In the newborn spring, the maiden

Speaks your name with open hands

Raised in exaltation.

In the idle days of summer,

She sways in the gentle breeze.

She kisses her new-found lover

Under the ancient trees.

In the autumn sun, your leaves

Shimmer like gold as you see

The mother give birth

To the children of the earth.

As the days turn cold,

Your wizened face grows thin.

You carry the old woman in

Your withered limbs

To the place she calls home.

Forest Dweller 2014

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I have always seen the stars with child-like wonder,

Their bright eyes blinking in the night sky.

I see them all; Celestial beings watching

Over me as they dance about the heavens.

Venerable gods who have lived

In the pantheon of time.

I can feel them as if I were holding them all

Within my little hands.

They sing in harmonious splendor

As the Earth sways to its distant

Melody.  A fantasia of light and sound

that shines within me, for I am starlight.

Waiting for that perfect moment

Where time lets me go

And I fall into the arms of an open sky.

Living Place

By: David Hoyne


Earth embraces the deepest, darkest, underworld
And all its peoples to regain
For they deserve the return…
Their return, to our Earthly domain.

And all those equally lost in Heaven
Righteous, so indignantly insane
Forever wandering through their corridors, ideals
From which, only Earth could ever save.

Every single perspective
Humanity, no matter our ways
Walking back to balance, Earth, home!
Our only living place!

Hymn to Pan


Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Coem with Apollo in bridal dress
(Spheperdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon, of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of of the amber fount !
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantoness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain -come over the sea,
(Io Pan ! Io Pan !)
Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man ! my man !
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill !
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring !
Come with flute and come with pipe !
Am I not ripe ?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion, and sharp as an asp-
Come, O come !
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All devourer, all begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye
And the token erect of thorny thigh
And the word of madness and mystery,
O pan ! Io Pan !
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Pan Pan ! Pan,
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
O Pan ! Io Pan !
Io pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Iam awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, Io Pan ! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan !
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold , I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end.
Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! Io Pan !

Aleister Crowley


I’m crawlin’ outta my skin,

Like a festerin’ wound I

Gnaw it. scratch it. bite it.

I have t’get outta here,

Outta this cage an’ fight it!


I feel trapped, choked, and charred

By life;

Crawlin’ from one cage to the next.

From rat nayest to rat nayest;

A bee leavin’ the hive.

I get in my car and drive;

Fightin’ tooth and nail for a penny.

Sittin’ in my four-walled prison

‘Til my fettered hands are free.


I’m a shadow of my own existence.

A photocopied sack of piss and shit

With a name-tag and nothin’ more.

Another sheep in the herd a’grazin’

On another blade o’ grass.

Another corpse to toss

In the hungry maw of the bloated earth.


I’m crawlin’ outta my skin,

Like a festerin’ wound I

Gnaw it. scratch it. bite it.

I have t’get outta here,

Outta this cage an’ fight it!


Dancing With the Seasons

I try to stop you, but I know I can’t.

The ashes of yesterday, still warm in my mouth.

No hidden secrets lurk here inside this wizened skull.

No ancient text scrawled upon this wrinkled brow.

Only the silent word of Time.


I dance with the seasons,

To the rhythm of the earth.

The age old song so many

Have heard before.


I can hear it sometimes,

Forgotten and forlorn;

Like a lost child crying for its mother.


Change, how I loath to love you.

You, who steals the moon and the stars,

And the nights I wish I could remember.

But without you, would I still be the same?