Poems by Silver Spiritwolf

* Now Silent
* Once Broken Wings
* Out of the Ashes
* A Faerie Tale

Poems by Jaqueline de Graaf / Twinbornkristy

* The Night Before Samhain

Short Story by Jaqueline de Graaf

* Not Alone Any More

Poem by Lee D.  Fluhr

*Lifetime of Sorrow

Now Silent

Now silence falls upon the world
In wonder what will be.
A fist has fallen on the land
In order to set free.
The pain, the lies, the shackling chain
That bound the soul and heart,
But not without a price you see
And freedom is the start;
Of living with intention, of seeking
Out your kind who travels right there with you
When others have been blind.
The land was filled with promises
That many could not keep,
So now I lay upon the ground
My sword that cut so deep.
The sword that I did carry,
To keep each one at bay
For my freedom and integrity
Meant more than I could say.
To be my own true spirit
Independently to Being
Has helped to heal the broken
Wings, the dove that now flies freely.
So place your sword upon the
Ground, right there next to mine
And know that truly to be free
You must open up your mind
To all the many wonders the land
Is sure to hold
In future and eternity
It comes back to two lost souls.

Silver Spiritwolf
March 6, 2006

OUT OF THE ASHES

This morning upon rising,
Had to shake the ash away
For on an eve of sadness
Bent spirits led the way.
I felt afloat in darkness,
As this place I did abhor,
For rocks, and dust, and ashes,
Were all that did remain.
I reached out in the darkness,
A hand perhaps to hold.
For in this bitter coldness
Sad tales did unfold.
So many people drifting,
Or their souls it seemed.
This was the place despair had taken
Away all of their dreams.
A place where bitter anger,
Mistrust and hate abound.
Their lives had sure been shattered
By love’s sweet sour sound.
For they themselves could not get past
The burning of that sting
That left its mark within a wake
Of drifting, lovely beings.
They took their lives quite gladly,
As if a better place would go.
But now they saw their error,
This place of blackened holes.
And then the Angels came
From where I do not know,
And asked them if they’d follow
Where love would ever grow.
For in the land self-pity,
Would be not ever more,
But only a faint passing
When once through Heaven’s door.
The Angel asked what would you do
For a chance to be set free?
Would you be willing to open up your hearts
Be willing to set Her free;
To dwell within your bellies,
Where passion it does grow,
To open every new door,
And watch the newborn grow?
For in a life there’s sorrow,
there’s  pain that ever swells,
When love’s sweet scent becomes no more
We feel as if in hell.
The only hell there is now,
Is the one set here for thee,|
While those you left behind
Have been driven on their knees.
The stabbing pain of life,
Will never ever cease,
For that is how the knowledge
Is within our reach.
A cloud burst forth above them,
The rains I watched them cleanse
Away the ashes and the soot
Of their memories’ remains.
And then the Sun burst through the sky
In this place that darkness dwelled,
And lifted them upon its rays
And cradled them with love.
So I rose up this fine morning,
With the ashes in my eyes,
And quickly cleansed them softly
With thoughts both good and kind.
For if we let another take from us our grace,
We shall stand there in the ashes
Of that cold and dismal place

Silver Spiritwoif
March 2006

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Once Broken Wings

Today I start anew again.
Today I venture not,
To a place that took me
Deep within where
Spirit did get lost.

For I never even realized
The true pain that wandered there,
As I spoke of things more beautiful
Than the Angels even dared.

I walked away so many times
From things that haunted me
And in those times I always fled
Words not uttered, still not free.

But then my muse was wakened
and I saw that deep within
the hidden beauty of the word
or was it sword not pen?

Yet not too long into the quest
For beauty that I sought
I took the elevator to
The mundane and the lost.

I felt the flood gates open
And come pouring from my hand
And then their was an echoing
Of all that past in sand.

I tried hard to contain
The anger felt in me
For Spirit hung on tightly
And knew things of sad debris.

For in the quaking hours
I ventured to be bold
I took with me the innocent
Now blamed for all the old.

The only one regret now
Is that I set free
The beast that lived within
And took power over me.

I allowed the darkened shadows
To roam within my blood
and boiled ever quickly
and then came the great flood.

An after thought of feelings
Both old and then so new
Of things that went before me
And blossomed on the dew,
Of tear drops that did cover
The ground now brown with age
Of winters cold and sharp
Embrace experienced as Sage.

Today has bought a new day
Of familiar echoings
For in the wake of madness
New Spirit has New Wings;
To venture every boldly
The planes where she felt free
Where answers they lay waiting
Of what there is to be.

For in a dream was spoken
“You do not belong here”
And now I know the reason
It was whispered in my ear.

So do not think the darkness
Has enveloped me,
I found in it a freedom
Like there could never be.

So I cried for my OneSpirit
I cleansed this “dis-eased” soul
And sought the healing oneness
In Goddesses of old.

For there will ever be that beauty,
That others do not see
Because of words harsh spoken
OneSpirit still is she.

And now the ground is covered
With grass so green and new
And growth now in a seedling
Of sweet waters cleansing there.

Once wilted from the chilling
Of cold night evening’s frost
Now rays of sunshine gleaning
have thawed and warmed the lost.

So with broken wings I spoke of
Both the beasts and darker things.
Yet OneSpirit rises from beyond
And raises up her wings.

She’ll take her place among
The stars where secrets will unfold
And step into the Open Gate
That she once herself had closed.

To walk within the Portals
Of true Awakenings
And come home to the Calling
and with others she will sing.

Silver Spiritwolf
March 24, 2006
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A Faerie Tale

I can feel the thunder rolling
And the lightning on my face
As I wake in midnight’s glow
Of faeries dancing in this place.
I can feel the softness burning
And see the candles’ darkened glow
As they tempt me with their beauty
In these lands so far below.
I can smell the streams’ sweet water
As I splash it on my face
For this is not a dreamland
But Paradise through time and space.
The leaves did move and waved about
As the energy it did rise
And sounds of joyous laughter
Were seen through many eyes.
I can feel fingers that whisper
As they gently do caress,
And a blessing they bestow upon
My feet, my womb, my breast.
I can taste the berries’ blueness
As they dance upon my tongue
And the colors of this wondrous place
Wake my senses on the run.
As I lay upon the Earth so warm
I felt Her roots embrace me
And felt the glistening of their wings
And felt their loving grace.
And I melded into the trees
That I had rested on
Then felt the moon’s great pulling
As I grew, Great Spirit One.
Then the sylphs, gnomes and sprites alike
Took their places in the breeze
And welcomed me into their world
ALL creatures ONE are we.
The ring of light that shone there
Was their beauty and their splendor.
The magick of their presence
Did leave my soul to render.
Am I awake or dreaming now,
Or perhaps it doesn’t matter
For I have walked through a Golden Gate
Where ancients surely gather.
A faerie tale you tell me? I wouldn’t be too sure.
For I have dreams and visions veiled through Portal’s door.

Silver Spiritwoif April 30, 2006

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The Night Before Samhain

by: Jacqueline DeGraaf
Aka: TwinbornKristy

'Twas the night before Samhain.
The veil very thin.
Spirits of ancestors were
entering in.

We talked and visited by
the pumpkin's warm glow.
They told us all
what we needed to know.

We partied and feasted
and shared a grand meal.
Unbelievable love
from each one we could feel.

As the night drew to a close
they started to part,
while reminding us all
to keep love in our heart.

With the dawn of the day
and the new year in view,
we want to say -
"Happy Samhain to you!"

Published in 2005 by the International Library of Poetry as a compilation in their book titled "Twilight Musings".

~ NOT ALONE ANYMORE! ~
By: TwinbornKristy 8-9-2004

Ahrianna, born into a world of people who didn't understand her, was always like a lost soul in a sea of souls. She always kept to herself, because no one could or would listen to what she thought.

"Something is very wrong with me", she would often think to herself. "I just don't get this whole 'God' thing. Everyone tells me that, if I don't do what ‘God’ wants, I will suffer the pains of 'Hell'. What is Hell anyway? And what is this thing they call the 'Devil'?"

For 20 years, her whole life, Ahrianna was raised to believe in the ways of Christianity, but it just never did make any sense to her. "If God loves us and forgives us all our trespasses, then why would he make us suffer in this place called Hell?  If he is all powerful, why doesn't he stop all the suffering and wars?  I just don't get it!", she would think to herself.

Then, one day, she noticed that a new shop had opened up on her street. Ahrianna asked herself, "What is this curious place?". It was a metaphysical shop. Ahrianna went inside and saw, to her amazement, that there were books about 'Gods and Goddesses', something called the 'Magickal Arts', herbs, incense, strange looking knives and jewelry and much more that she never seen or heard of in her Christian life. Something just felt right to her in this place so she talked to the proprietor of the shop.

"Excuse me sir," Ahrianna said "But could you please tell me what all this stuff is about?" She went on to explain that she had never seen anything like this before. He told her that it was all a part of his religion. "What religion is that?, she asked. Her eyes were wide, because she never heard of a religion that had Gods and Goddesses before. "Well," he said in a soft tone, "I am a witch." Now this term she had heard before. Witches were evil and did things to hurt people and consorted with the 'Devil'!!! His tone of voice was so gentle, though, that she wasn't afraid and just had to hear more!

He went on to explain how, in his religion, the earth, planets, stars and all of nature was "Goddess" and that everything was created from her, not by her, so everything was a part of her. This intrigued Ahrianna and she asked him if he could teach her about it. "Of course." he said and he pointed out a couple of books to get her started. She had no money, so he told her that she could borrow them for a few days. Ahrianna was surprised at this show of generosity, as her family would never consider loaning something from their store to a total stranger!

One of the books Ahrianna had borrowed was "The Craft" by Dorothy Morrison. In there, she read that Witchcraft was an earth based religion, that witches used herbs for healing, that there was a direct correspondence to us with the elements of nature and so much more. This is what she had been looking for all her life! Now there was finally someone who knew how she felt and felt the same as she did! Ahrianna was not alone anymore!