Van Morrison - Into The Mystic

In my small hands I hold a rainbow
With just a breath it is blown
Across the sky, arcing gracefully
Shimmering its brilliant hues

In my small hands I hold destiny
With just a breath it is scattered
Across time, through space
Falling where it may

In my small hands I hold time
With just a breath it ceases to exist
It just slips away
Dissipating like mist

In my small hands I hold life
With just a breath it is born
Small, fragile, crying softly
I cradle it close, protecting it from all harm

Van Morrison - Bright Side Of The Road

Thank you

Thank you

Single and so not looking, I'd rather drink acid than be mated

Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield

Our Lady Peace - Innocent

Sugary sweet
But poison flows through my veins
A beauty to behold
But poison courses through my mind
You think I'm sweet and kind
Just wait until I screw your mind
Not all is as it appears
Beauty fades with the passing of years
Angelic yet so corrupted
Rebirth interrupted
My claws sink deep into your flesh
As I drop you onto the floor
Ever looking for the next victim
I will make you pay for calling me
Daddy's dirty little whore
Rip your heart out from your very being
Spat upon it as I toss it into the trash heap
This is revenge for making me feel oh so cheap
You scream and cry accusing me of hiding behind a name
When after all it was you who taught me how to play the game

Rob Thomas - Little Wonders

You are correct

Or reaching down below and finding "he" has the same little flower as you do

Yes it is

I am the mother, the fire of desire, the wind of discontent
I am Gaia

Beautiful, written so eloquently

Imogen Heap - Headlock

The fire consumes me
Flames licking at my feet
Skin charring becoming blackened
Hair singeing
Becoming a raging inferno
Burning wildly out of control
Acrid scent of burning flesh fills the air
Eyes wide open watching
As every part of my being is consumed by flame
My voice cries out
Not of pain
But of release
The fire burns through me
Smoldering now
As I slowly become ash
Nothing of my being remains
The wind softly blows
Stirring the ashes
A cry fills the night air
The ashes begin to move
Becoming feet, legs
Hands, arms, body
Face, ears, eyes
Wings appear
Fiery red melded with soft yellow
Melded with burnt orange
And I rise now into the air
Phoenix taking flight

Duffy - Mercy

Burning Times/Charlie Murphy



In the cool of the evening, they used to gather
'Neath the stars in the meadow circling an old oak tree
At the times appointed by the seasons
Of the earth and the phases of the moon



In the center, stood a woman
Equal with the others and respected for her worth
One of the many we call the witches
The healers and the teachers of the wisdom of the earth

And the people grew through the knowledge she gave them
Herbs to heal their bodies, spells to make their spirits whole
Can't you hear them chanting healing incantations
Calling forth the wise ones, celebrating in dance and song

{Refrain}
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Innana (3x)



There were those who came to power, through domination
And they were bonded in their worship of a dead man on a cross
They sought control of the common people
By demanding allegiance to the church of Rome

And the Pope declared an inquisition
It was a war against the women, whose power they feared
In the holocaust against the nature people
Nine million European women died

And the tale is told of those, who by the hundreds
Holding together chose their death in the sea
While chanting the praises of the Mother Goddess
A refusal of betrayal, women were dying to be free

{Refrain}

Now the Earth is a witch, and the men still burn her
Stripping her down with mining, and the poisons of their wars
Still to us the Earth is a healer, a teacher, a mother
The weaver of a web of life that keeps us all alive

She gives us the vision to see through the chaos
She gives us the courage, it is our will to survive

Intolerance of Spiritual paths

of course Ween rules..have you been hiding under a rock??