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Posted on Friday, July 01, 2011 1:29 PM
Here are links to some very interesting blogs, enjoy!
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Tragedienne Belle Morte: Posted on Monday, August 23, 2010 5:25 PM
Untitled (Darksong) 08/14/2010
Because of you, a new darkness has been born.
Sung into existence by your misery and your
pain, my trust so delicate you shattered strongly.
How can I move forward, when each step
is filled with sorrow? How can I love you when
you are on the path set to destroy me? I see the blood
against my against my skin, and the knife wedged
in my back.
Because of you, my life was stopped short of meaning.
©2010 Tragedienne Belle Morte
*All Rights Reserved. No Part of the material protected by this copyright may be reproduced in any form or by any means electronical or mechanical without written permission from TheLastEnchantment.com or individual Authors.
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Tragedienne Belle Morte: Posted on Monday, August 23, 2010 5:23 PM
Rubicon 08/07/2010
I stand across this great river, my judgement hath been made, the decisions of others,
leads me to this tremendous moment. For I am alone, a component Legion made of one
intrepid soul.
My footing placed firmly on solid ground, I step into the forboding river's flooded waters.
Knowing whats at stake, do I dare attempt to look back? Shall I tread forward towards the
welcoming waves?
Wading forward, the crashing of the impact, strikes the very essence of my soul, as memories |
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Tragedienne Belle Morte: Posted on Monday, August 23, 2010 5:19 PM
Myriad 06/04/2010 I can no longer sing, my spirit is floating between the ethers, my touch with reality is lost edged with heartbreak and sorrow.
Lamenting what was lost, what was never had, never had to hoped to gain, this silent cry of emptiness solid like a wailing wall.
I watch my empire fall around me, crumbling, this succumbing to the waves of the open sea, my kingdom gone, I find myself bereft
of a nation, betrayed those near and far from me.
Tears gather in collected pools along my skin, my senses aware of the loss, such unimaginable loss. |
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L. Iulia Aquila: Posted on Monday, August 23, 2010 2:18 AM
Invocatio Praise O Mercurius, Son of Iuppiter, Messenger of Iuppiter, Son of titans, I, Iulia Aquila, plea that upon Your lyre Play songs of success for my new venture. Eloquent Mercurius, propitious success Bring to myself and to those I love. I offer frankincense and golden amber. I offer two ornate discs formed of silver Designed and worked by my own hands. Under the stars I lay a cask of purest Water Yours to bless and make sacred for my use. If to You this does not appear to please I shall ask again once more. |
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L. Iulia Aquila: Posted on Monday, August 23, 2010 1:50 AM
Invocatio Salve Venus Genetrix, Verticordia, Alma et Amica! Aurea, Deprecatrix et Bellatrix! Caelestis, Libitina - spumis est Dea dicta maris! Felix, Obsequens, Calliplocamos, Callipygis, Nupta Diis, Compluta Cupidinibus, Compluta Votis, Susurratrix, Victrix! Huc ades, anima laeta veni, Mater Venus! Hail, Venus! Giver of Life! O Changer of Hearts, Kindly Nurturer andGolden One, and Celestial One! Giver of Life, Guide to the Departed – Goddess named after the |
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Luis Gutierrez-Esparza : Posted on Monday, August 23, 2010 1:04 AM
To Dream That I Am Dreaming To J To reach an agreement in love or in every movement, we have ourselves in possession of bodies and of rhythms. I dreamed about you last night, respiration growing as a double route of escape or bound to a conquest. To dream that I am dreaming: I make love to you, I drink you in your breasts, in your sex of juices and flavors, in your mouth, your hands, your legs. Any hour during the night dreaming that I dream, has its own diapason and celebrates us: a murmur without laughs or banquets, |
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Aquila: Posted on Sunday, August 22, 2010 9:12 PM
Tragedy VIII 5March2009®©Aquila No more no more oh the pain that I bear No longer my heart does he listen to hear Warm flesh, sweet touch o'er tender thigh Breath on my breast crept absent sigh Gone, he is near not spirit scattered afar Cut from my chest by death's scimitar If only one more hour, a day, a year Perchance for me taste a lover's tear Gold was his flesh, taste fresh on lips On Phrygian steed O my Daedalos whips To clouds subsumed Sun, I, left so alone Empty, unprotected, chilled to the bone |
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Aquila: Posted on Sunday, August 22, 2010 8:07 PM
The Marine and Athene 16December2009 ®© Aquila Gazing into eyes of passion Listen I, while his heart revealed His love for one so strong, so wise; Pallas Athene, of the bright gray eyes Photo of Athene by Aquila®©11February2010 *All Rights Reserved. No Part of the material protected by this copyright may be reproduced in any form or by any means electronical or mechanical without written permission from TheLastEnchantment. |
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Dame Julietta: Posted on Sunday, August 22, 2010 7:56 PM
Noble Knight Mine 03July09 ®© Dame Julietta O I mused noble Knight mine A song you’d pen of only me Instead your tale rent a sad silent pang Within my coeur tendre Trust, from you would not I’d turn For one I could not see Passion, flesh, flushed sweet lips Form the road to the gods for me Your gift would I cherish That fire I’d kindle No chill your heart would know If only your heart-song was mine |
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Dame Julietta: Posted on Sunday, August 22, 2010 7:30 PM
Trobairitz 14Septembre09®© Dame Julietta (Dedicated to a very special friend) I am beautiful this morning Because you made it so Not because you brought Spring Back into my life But because you fully awakened The rich beauty of Fall With just the sound of your voice. *All Rights Reserved. No Part of the material protected by this copyright may be reproduced in any form or by any means electronical or mechanical without written permission from TheLastEnchantment. |
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C. Maria Caeca: Posted on Sunday, August 22, 2010 7:03 PM
Vesta’s Fire  On the hearth at the heartAn Ancient city sleeps: In the darkness, In the silence, Vesta’s fire burns, Strong and bright Careful, tender hands Reach into light to tend; Whispered prayers float Like a soft breeze upon The sleeping stillness There is light. There is safety. So it was, in long past times, And so it is, again,. Her fire May burn low, but it will leap Into exuberant brilliance, always. Her Fire may die. It will be relit, always. For there will always be tender, reverent |
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Shoshana Hathaway: Posted on Sunday, August 22, 2010 6:30 PM
Spring Fires In a quiet garden, I sit alone, unobserved, Early March sun slanting Down the sky, birds more Sleepy than jubilant, tree, Winter bare, but promising buds, I am mute and grieving, Remembering December And kissing my beloved’s hands For the last time, weeping and whispering Begging him to stay, begging the gods To safeguard him on his journey,, tears then, Tears now …an unbroken stream, taking yet more From endless emptiness; I take a shuddering breath, Determined to wrest calm from wild chaos |
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C. Maria Caeca: Posted on Sunday, August 22, 2010 6:25 PM
Offering to Vesta Your eternal fire Shields against oblivion Holds chaos at bay, Guards against danger, Answers fear with steady brilliance. With open heart, I extend my hands Laying the fruits of my sorrow before you, Pouring out the wine of my tears, A storm wrenched leaf trembling on the brink. Your gentle presence surrounds me, Reaches into my center, holding me fast, A cloak enfolding me, warm and safe Against the splintering cold. You accept my meager gifts, and to my wonder Transform them into radiance |
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Shoshana Hathaway: Posted on Sunday, August 22, 2010 6:21 PM
Morning Alarm I fall from sleep Into shivering alertness My entire body silently shrieking “Danger! Threat! Here! NOW!” Information roars through my mind, with my pulse … Very early morning … Something alien in the soundscape of my space … Something has come where I am, and I am Vulnerable. My body tightly coiled, Ready for flight or fight, Nerves questing for knowledge, assessing threat: It comes again, this sound that doesn’t belong … And it *does* belong! A song pours in through my window, |
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By C. Maria Caeca: Posted on Sunday, August 22, 2010 6:15 PM
In Praise of Apollo When you, Glorious One, Beautiful One, Lay your gleaming hands upon your golden lyre The music that flows from it, from you, Teaches birds their rightful songs … Makes water droplets dance in joyous sparkles … Strokes the meanest streets with loveliness … Draws the hues of roses and of lilies Into trembling, vibrant richness … Fills the hearts of children with wondering laughter … Brushes the faces of all men and all women with a shadow of your own radiance … Warms the stone of walls, |
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Shoshana Hathaway: Posted on Sunday, August 22, 2010 6:05 PM
Easy Words It was the perfect repost; One sentence of exquisite malice, Forged from anger, shaped By twisted enjoyment of exact Words and elegant phrasing. With a haughty inward smile I threw this at my friend. Then watched in helpless horror While the look of her eyes bled From warm trust to wary pain, And the face, that had hidden no secrets from me Withdrew, like the gentle closing of a book, No words from me, then, easy or otherwise, For I had learned how fragile trust can be, |
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C. Maria Caeca: Posted on Sunday, August 22, 2010 6:00 PM
Dedication I come to you, Great Vesta, as I am; Pretending nothing: claim no merits I do not possess: I bring you my virtues and My faults: Knowing my unworthiness, yet Knowing also that, within my heart, I can find And have always found your bright, steady flame: I do not know what my ancient sisters felt, or brought Of themselves to lay before you: I only know That what I have of love, and will, and purpose I offer you, and can only hope that you, in your Wisdom find them, and this, your servant, worthy. |
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Claude Théberge : Posted on Saturday, August 21, 2010 8:08 PM
 Claude Théberge was born in 1934, in Edmunston, New Brunswick and died on May 15, 2008, in Montreal. He grew up in Témiscouata. Having studied art in France, he returned to Quebec to found a workshop devoted to the integration of art and architecture, which would create the wall claddings for Papineau and Rosemont stations. After receiving a bachelor's degree in design management, he started a second workshop which included such artists as Antoine Lamarche and Michel Dernuet. |
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Caius Petronius Dexter : Posted on Saturday, August 21, 2010 6:10 PM
For L. Iulia Aquila Idaeae pulsent Curetes tympana Matri, Faustis atque ferant genetricem laudibus almam! Vota vovens decori Cybeles pura, atque Quiriti Esto Turrigerae cordi, tu Iulia victrix. By Caius Petronius Dexter *All Rights Reserved. No Part of the material protected by this copyright may be reproduced in any form or by any means electronical or mechanical without written permission from TheLastEnchantment.com or individual Authors. |
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