Poetry by Mystic Raven : "THE BARS ACROSS MY HEART"

THE BARS ACROSS MY HEART

My love kept me in the house
Anxiously trying to please him,
Hovering around so he wouldn't criticize.
I used to see bars on the windows and doors

But the way he treated me,
I might as well have been wearing
A chastity belt, because
The cruel behavior locked up my love;

So I took my heart back
And it belonged only to me.
Now it belongs to the love I feel
Toward the Lord and Lady,

And the love and compassion
That I feel coming from Them.
And there are no locks
No more prison bars;

The only thing that holds me back
Is when i lose faith in myself,
Because I know that the Deities
Believe in me, and I am Their daughter.

It's not that easy to accept freedom
I have been used to limitations
First placed on me by others,
Then placed on me by myself.

What is it like to be free? I don't know...
I hope You will teach me,
Teach me to love strongly and deeply,
So my heart will glow with a Divine Spark.


© Copyright 7/07/07
Beth Clare Johnson (Mystic Raven)

Poetry by Mystic Raven: "IS LOVE AN ILLNESS?"

IS LOVE AN ILLNESS?

Sometimes it seems that
Love is just a disease,
And without it life is meaningless
But with it, well...

There has to be enough chemistry
And several cups of passion
With a lot of affection
And very little sarcasm

Or things overbalance
In one way or another,
And then it gets depressing
Tears dripping all over the place

And you wonder why bother
Until the next time you are yanked
To and fro by feelings,
Totally bewildered with the angst
Of it

Angry and sulky with Eros,
Shooting you with the damned arrows
Not enough to be unselfish,
Just enough to get frustrated

When things aren't romantic
Or you get bored with sameness;
Or someone else looks better
Without his shirt on the beach, mmm.

Wishing you could go back
And start over again with old lovers
But knowing they would still
Drop you for someone in spike heels

Wondering what is true love anyway
And how to find it,
Looking in the mirror at someone
That's older and crankier

And less likely to put up with any crap
Or play games like she used to,
Although flirting is okay
As long as there are ground rules

I think I'll go into the closet and cry
Until I get the courage to call,
Call out to the Old Ones and ask
If I can go running with Diana and Pan

Banging on a drum and singing,
With all the wildness that must be
In there SOMEWHERE
Throwing pine cones and laughing

Not worrying about the status quo
And measuring up to an ideal
Just being natural and dancing
Barefooted in the forest

Wearing flowers on my head
And not very much else...
(Thank God no one wears girdles anymore,
Especially in the forest)!


© Copyright 7/06/07
Beth Clare Johnson
(Mystic Raven)

Poetry: "Magic"

"Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back, you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring water; to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With hiw own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory
Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar; graves at my command
Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art."

Ovid

Ancient Roman Poet

(43 BCE - 17 CE)

As translated by William Shakespeare

in

The Tempest

Act 5, Scene 1

Rest

"Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop."
Ovid

Musing 07.02.07

Understanding the many metaphysical processes (such as, astral projection, spiritual enlightenment, the alchemy of ritual work, and so forth) within the Universe often times occurs once there has been an infusion of Divine Will, Energy, Knowledge and Wisdom by the Deities.