MY BEASTESS!!!

YAYYY!!!

FINALLY I HAVE PIKS OF MY GORGEOUS BEASTESS,

"BWYCHD"

Here she is,
my Sapphire Black 2006
Ford Focus Zetec
German engineered

NIIIIIIIIIIICE!!!

Got twin LCD screens in back,
playing tv, dvd or over 350 in-built games!!
She's a work in progress...
still to accessorize with
an electric, flat opening sunroof
sport exhaust system,
neons,
and body-kit!
I love my car!!

- ANCESTRAL VIRGIN -

clothes are shed
standing barefoot
no wall for defense
just a sweet innocence
just the real me

pick a bunch of Fey flowers and
dance a Circle widdershins
dance the Circle deosil
jump the flames and reincarnate
the moment, the Life,
the Soul exubes the light from within the shadow
as you cast a Spell and do it well
between the Worldes.

Now visualize the outcome, the purpose,
the sweet success and completion of task
of thought, of willpower, of love embodied,
entwined with the eternity of our Divinities,
with our Deities,
our Heavenly and Earthly bodies.
...sexual fantasies incubate with our waking realities,
so bend to kiss her but miss her touch is a ghostly caress.

clothes are shed
standing barefoot
no walls for defence
just a sweet innocence
just the real me

take a deep breath, a breath of fresh air,
only to find you're sucking on water
from the River of Emotions,
an abyss of potions for every pore of your Soul.
dance to the beat,
to the Primordial screams of our Sisters and Brothers,
spinning, spinning, spiraling...
catch your breath as you speed through the air
and between the trees...
speaking to the Ancient One's, whisper your needs,
your desires, your Truthes,
scream your cries of love, of pain, of hope,
of untamed instinctual behaviour,
watching as the Wytch Queen does Her thing...
entrancing, expanding, directing, and encapturing,
the Essence of Her King...

clothes are shed
standing barefoot
no wall for defense
just a sweet innocence
just the real me

...flames from the fire seem to breathe in time
with our heartbeat, with our dancing feet,
breath becomes harder now,
faster and deeper as erotica meets exotica.
heavy breath, swaying hips, wet parted lips,
sweating bodies move with grace within this place of Life...
I open my eyes with a gasp,
at last I breathe the air as beads of consummated salty water
roll down my forehead, roll down my body,
to nourish my Soul, to nourish the Earth,
our Maiden, Mother, Lover, and Crone...

clothes are shed
standing barefoot
no wall for defense
just a sweet innocence
just the real me...



copyright BWA 2006

picture taken from the fantastic site of "deviantArt.com"
of which I am a member.
Check it out!!!

"YOU, WERE BEAUTIFUL..."

"You were beautiful...

entrusted with the Living Essence of this sensitive soul,
you were the Keeper of my heart and held the
Key to unlocking its secrets;
lifting my emotions to the clouds in the Heaven's above,
you, were beautiful.

distant memory now, your beauty has faded,
and along with its withering facade you did steal away
my heart, and throw away the key...

the death of my soul as I fell from the clouds, was thunderous,
and as you left me to bleed,
to suffocate from your toxic beauty...
I cannot believe that you left me to bleed.

...it's gonna take some time to recover, to forgive the betrayal.
...it's gonna be hard to wade through this wasteland of deception,
to escape from the blackened ashes of your fermented decay.

...it'll take courage to resurrect this darkened soul
and arise like the fiery Phoenix that I am,
...to awaken from this spiraled slumber and
welcome in a new day..."

copyright BWA 2006

"LIVING ESSENCE"

Our Soul's Essence is best captured when
looking before a reflection, deep into ones' eyes...
All that ever Was, and will ever Be, is right there
deep within the abyss of your Universal windows.
As our Spirit evolves,
we are fortunate enough to meet those
who mirror immense 'Soul Essence similarities' to ourselves,
and hence our journey with present soul-partner begins.
...sometimes though, these partnered journeys
can be teacher's of great intense darkness;
it then becomes dependent upon us, as individuals,
as to which 'gift' from this experience
we choose to take away with us personally.
Do you remain beaten and fallen...
or do you arise again as the Phoenix, ever more Empowered.


copyright BWA 2006

"...why write?"

As an old soul who is free-spirited,
and in-love with the worlde of Olde and Majik,
I often escape the harsh realities of life to my inner world,
an emotionally charged and empowered abyss,
yet, at most times, a peaceful haven within
where writs flow easily to mind
as I travel and dream...

I write for the love and passion,
for the expression of the conscious,
and subconscious, combined.
My belief in the word of a pen is,
as a healing power to the emotions and soul.

"...so step from the shadows of which you may dwell
and allow yourself to shine,
a beacon amid the veil...a tear becoming a smile..."


copyright BWA 2006