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i smell the air

like fish &

inhale a  giant whale

size giants dish


i smell the earth

like a new born babe

all covered in dirth


i  walk in tall grasses

like a moose,weary, and

on the loose


i fly across the great

sky

like an eagle,soaring,

unafraid

and ready

to die



I loose myself

and become like the elfs

from the woods

with globus eyes

and green hoods



Fairy shoes &

clicking heels

something wicked

this way feels


Lumping hunchback cross my floor

Munching  lunchsnack while

bouncing head

at  wooden

door


Noisy chit-chat in the hall

& funny dreams in the

mind of the all


Running eyes

with shoes for lies

going nowhere

indisguise


Witches want what

what witches get

and magick

is their  WitcHing

net













Venture with me

into the great mystery

and there you will see

something for you

and something for me

and something

that only

with our hearts

we may see.


I smell your hands

and it reminds me

of the promised lands


I smell the earth

with my nose

and it thrills me

that it

knows



Hope you enjouyed

the ride

knowing we

are stilll

going

not

to

hide

Witches want what witches get
- always a broomstick ahead
smelling the twists of time

smelling smiles for miles
to come
knowing
to belong
while going
strong
on
and
on

no
reason to hide
when you ride
with the tide

This was pure magick to read 

For a moment I felt like Alice must have felt when she entered Wonderland 

Thanks for poem
sweet and flowing!

thanks for kindness
joy and brightness!

Suddendly my name
is uddendly
i dont know
it just happened
like that

Things happen for a reason
and the reason is
Liam Neeson!

I have a feeling
a feeling of believing
that my spirit
is dancing
on the ceiling

I have a dream
a waking scene
with undulant daylights
most preciously vivid
and serene

I have a mind
clear and conscious
makes me happy
and a bit
obnoxious


Happy today for feeling okay
happy tomorrow
after the sorrow
happy and jumping around
to the rythm of the beat
and the cracking of bones
and rustling of theeth
a most jolly
and embalming
sound!


I get a funney feeling sending my thoughts
into the consciousness of the lock ness
a feeling of believing that my mind
is alive in a wheeling
of powers behind
the visual screen
of mental seeing

May the Great spirit watch over me
and protect my soul
as i journey into the mind
of the world
and the worlds
below


May these words be a blessing upon the forehead
of the absorbant spirit
so i may be released
from my trifles
and tribulations

and be recieved in the woods
among the leprechauns
and the Unicorns
and the bouncing little
furballs we know
as
ecorns

I will rest in the knowing
of the knowable
yet diligently
push the illusive limits
onward and forward
bridging the gap &
sowing the sap


Bless us Father of all

for we are free of sin

our soul belongs

to the earth

and inside us

we hear her

sing

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