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View More Pics	I stood Beyond the world Whispering secret Syllables in the Eyeless dark Dancing wildly Round and round on the rotting ground Surrounded by the dead dusts of hell This is how I delete myself And this is how I corrupt Everyone else Female 108 years old endless boundaries of my mind United States [ 59 ] Profile Views: 563

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I am a womyn, a mother, a wife, a sister, a warrior, and to close-minded groups I am an evil satanic witch! I couldn't really give a shit about the quantity of "friends" I have but the quality. I am the greatest friend and worst enemy. I am neither darkness or light but the shades in between. I am the grey. I possess energies that professionals call "bipolar", "schizophrenia", "anxiety" and even eneriges that take the form of other beings than myself. Though, I am one of the most sane/real individuals you may cross paths with. I believe in pushing boundaries and striving for self growth. I have been through tremendous hell in my life. I will share it to enlighten or feed it back to attack. I do not believe in religion but spirituality and within that I chose no labels for myself. When it comes to spirituality, I am many and all things within myself. I cannot deny where I come from, the "old ways". where labels did not exist only a way of instinct. I will continue to proliferate within different spiritualities because I am what I am, my own reality I AM RHIANNON.

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DaveDoom51	Jul 4, 2008, 06:45 AM
	There is a seperate reality...where dreams are real, and those who can......FLYYYYY! For my Sweet Lynn and Lilly ! Nyght Flyght They dry their gossamer wings together.... They have starlight dreams to gather... They spread their glistening wings tonight... In anticipation of mid-night flight. Perfect moonlight softly glowing... Majik dreamscape filled with knowing... Both have spent a lifetime waiting... Longing for this joyous mating. Ancient knowlege freely given... To those who's souls are only driven... By purity and best intentions... Those who seek divine ascension. So like children they gather here... Their balance masters their mortal fear. The Goddess in her wisdom blesses... Arcane chants and love's caresses. Silken night breeze holds her breath... Suspended now 'tween flight and death... Their care-worn hearts choose sweet release... Ascending as their fears decrease. Embracing as they fly together... Soaring above the streams and heather... Goddess weeps at such perfection... She takes them under her wise protection. These brave seekers of aether's gift... Ride sly night-currents as they shift... Between this plane and that beyond... Sweet laughter as new dreams are spawned. Brief thanks they give to one who cared... One who knew what could be shared... They giggle as they fly away... Will they return...no one can say. Two hearts eagerly pulse as one... Their souls entwined, their journey begun. © July, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

DaveDoom51	Jun 23, 2008, 06:48 PM
	Well....once again, it has been way to long since I visited you.....Here is my peace offering......I hope you enjoy it .. BTW, this poem concerns the original Stregan belief system......approximately in the time frame of the Druids in Britain....though this locale is southern Italy (what is to become a unified Italy anyway) in the "boot" portion of that country..... Stregheria Grottoes of awareness, resounding with the crystal sound... Of sweet pure voices singing there, waiting to be found. Innocence in its varied guises, displayed for pristine divine pleasure... In all its varied permutations, images that ancient Goddess treasures! Gentle Stregan generation, survivors of the darker times... Still practice careful majik sendings, reciting arcane power rhymes. Listen as the little ones, chosen on their birthing beds... Sing the ancient melodies, repeating what the Goddess said. Oh Mother in your lofty aerie, receive this offering from our hearts... We seek your blessed intervention, we claim the knowlege you impart. Remember ancient Calabria, when her forests reigned supreme?... Before your teachings were perverted, before misguided papal schemes? Long before Arcadians, came slinking to our shores... We remember sacred Mother, the knowlege that you taught before. Both sides of majik doth require, that the Goddess and her lover... Once again unite together, in hopes your faithful can discover... Forgotten power once obtained... Rites once lost... .. must be regained. Rise again and walk among us, look again upon our faces... Renounce the slumber of the ancients, reclaim all your holy places. Too long mankind has forgotten, the awful price your wrath exacts... Too long since your sorrow claimed you, time now for you to react. Pillars of creation groan, as dear hallowed Mother wakens... Too long since her teachings prospered, long ago she was forsakened... Now her time comes 'round again... Free at last... .. no longer chained. Fearsome mother of Diana, we seek your blessing once again... Gathered here upon the Sabbat, chanting your sacrosanct refrain. © June, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

Mariah	Jun 23, 2008, 03:42 PM

DaveDoom51	Jun 17, 2008, 04:21 PM
	Here is a pretty video....outdated, .....but so am I lol Hope you enjoy!

DaveDoom51	Jun 11, 2008, 12:52 PM
	Here is my latest....how similar things all are in the end...it is truly ironic.....all we do is pick our own master!! I hope you enjoy! Daemon-Hound Panting from extreme exertion...further survival is far from certain. Devil's spawn now close behind her...she wonders how the hell he finds her. Sanctuary far away, chances slim in that direction... Hell-hound baying in the distance, her weapons offer scant protection. Once again she finds her rhythm,striving for life's preservation... Slipping, sliding in her flight...frantic in her desperation. She doesn't notice in her haste, the drop of blood she leaves behind... Precious nectar betrays her passage, a scent unique to human-kind. Such carelessness not tolerated, by the elders of her clan... Lapses are so often fatal, the result is often death...unplanned. Stygian landscape offends her senses, still she strives for distance from... This unholy creature tracking her, she knows the worst is yet to come. Meantime in the misty distance, night-mare hound has found her spoor... Succulent blood-scent sets him snapping, his dripping jaws demanding more. Pissing in insane excitement, tail tightly tucked around his balls... Baying his obscene enchantment, he listens to foul nature's call. He tastes the blood upon the ground, yearning for complete fulfillment... His frenzied brain relays the message, only blood will bring contentment. Relentless in his fell pursuit, cruel death it takes to calm this brute. Only then can he return, with her stolen soul to burn. As she approaches lower ground, approaches understanding's calm... It seems as if her cares have fled, as if her soul has been embalmed. Surely she could make her stand here, make her final dance resound... Show that she is not defeated, make this the place she kills the hound. As if her very thoughts have brought him, conjured from her fevered dreams... Beast makes his awful presence known, with daemon sounds and nightmare screams. She stands alone; tall and defiant, slowly she unsheaths her blade... Mind racing as she sets herself, relieved now...her decisions made. As if no distance seperates them, as if his sight were magnified... He sees the pulse within her throat, dark wishes he will satisfy. A coughing snarl escapes his lips, as he leaps to sate his hunger... Quick as thought he is upon her, he is fast but she is younger. He feels a burning deep inside him, as his teeth lock on her throat... The blood that fills his mouth is tasteless, all sensation seems remote. Thoughts of his master's retribution, fill his mind as he is dying... Last sound he hears upon this plane, the sound of gentle maiden crying. Pinned beneath the reeking carcass, her life-blood seeps into the earth... Gore-crows gather all about her, to feed on carnage she has birthed. Yet she is happy for she knows, it is her soul that she has saved... Mortal death a price worth paying, courageous souls are not enslaved. At the moment of her death, even as she draws her final breath... The goddess whispers in her ear, daughter...I will keep you near. © June, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

DaveDoom51	May 31, 2008, 05:14 AM
	Have ya ever wondered what that Catholic Nun who works as a nurse in the hospital did for entertainment???? Well here is one I dredged out of the depths of my imagination...heheheh....I hope you enjoy the latest!! Black Onyx A time to hear and to obey... Commanding beauty she doth convey... Angel of mercy so dark and vicious--- Power abused...but the blood's delicious. Approaching the bed that just arrived.. She feels a stirring from deep inside. His wide eyes beg her for escape... From his pain...infernal plans taking shape. An injection to increase his hurting--- She licks his skin before inserting... A monstrous needle in his vein--- Time for her evil games again. Hell's half-sister of creation shines... Through rough vessels, at such times. Agony birthed so hot with-in him, No succor by this harlot...given. Chanting and awful acts conspire.... To bring about what she desires. Death and cold destruction reign... Soon only death's release remains. Laying naked upon the bed beside him... Her body alive, with wild...anticipation. Foul ritual now demands completion... A bath for her, in death's secretions. Adding spice to her deprivation... His agony fueling her desperation... She reaches blessed culmination... Better than pious masturbation. Groaning marks her soul's release... Imagined outrage of parish preists... Should they learn of secret rites.. Performed by her on duty nights! Adjusting garments, tying laces... Bathing him to remove all traces... Of her night's perverse attraction... Removing signs of her satisfaction. Soon...another she shall use... Another corpse she can abuse. © May, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved Lovingly dedicated to Dawn and Tashina....my two true "Angels of Mercy"...Thank You !! ~DaveDoom51

DaveDoom51	May 27, 2008, 02:57 PM
	Well, thankyou for putting up with my lack of communication......I think things have settled down a bit now so I hope to be here more In any event, here is one from my archives that I don't think you have seen !! (I have ignored my writing just recently as well !) Ingenue Shadow writhing in the mirror, intense eyes staring... Mirror in shards, fractured faces glaring... Imagination soaring, fragile reality in tatters... Things gone horribly wrong, escape is all that now matters. Arcane gestures performed, evil unknowingly seeded... Franticly seeking asylum, sanctuary desperately needed. Awful spawn of her conjuring, suddenly sitting beside her... She repeatedly screams, soul ripped out from inside her. Sudden quiet descends, marred only by panting... Hideous creature she birthed, quietly chanting... Forbidden, almost forgotten verses... Bathing in foul birthblood...capering, reciting Assyrian curses. Fell shadow now here, as young ingenue commanded... Her naive soul forfeit, as custom demanded... Evil grin spreading, across mal-formed features... Squirming soul eagerly devoured, the way of such creatures. Writhing and dancing this foul imp of destruction--- Now prostrate in obescience, he receives his instruction... Gleeful imaginings, soon to be dreadfully clear--- Fell imp thirsting for this mortal, ambrosial fear. Clad now in false beauty, traveling openly among us--- Foul urges hidden for now, his mission to urge us... To act with abandon, pursue beastial passion--- Demean us, leave us empty of human compassion. Cycle endlessly repeated...why won't we learn... Mankind hopelessly diseased...destined to burn. ©July, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved

DaveDoom51	May 17, 2008, 04:05 PM
	Here is the latest.....It is for Lynn, and if you know her....you will know it fits! I hope you enjoy Enjoy your weekend! Evil Lynn Passing naked in the twilight... Path revealed by gentle soul-light. Warm easy breeze caresses her... She feels insistant magic stir. ~~~ In this garden of rembrance... Ancient images proclaim... Ages will not dim such balance... Arcane wisdom will remain. Lynn journeys here, not for pleasure... Not for gold, nor worldy treasures... Instead she's questing for revenge... Foul actions that she would avenge. ~~~ On the morrow her soul's sister... Meets her death beneath the blade. Due to some malicious whispers... By shallow friends she was betrayed. Lynn wonders as she ventures further... What this feeling is inside her... As if her soul is being branded... As if somehow it is commanded... To writhe within her very center... Wrench itself out of her keeping. Tomorrow she will count the cost... Time enough then for her weeping. Laughter greets her late arrival... Faerie ring assures survival... Awful vengance worth the price... She strikes Mother's brass-bell thrice. ~~~ Lynn shrieks to see her dark intending... Taking form as it descends. Shape that alters destiny... The shape required to save her friend. At last the reckoning time arrives... Time for this sending to alter lives. Dark sending anxious to receive... The final shaping before it leaves. ~~~ Dancing with the crystal flow, Guided by ancient mother's hands... Sharpening intending's purpose, She learns the price success demands. ~~~ In a land not split asunder... As in times when they were younger. Lynn and her lover soar forever... Worth the price of her endeavor! © May, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved For Lynn and Lilli

Mariah	May 16, 2008, 10:42 PM

Mariah	May 14, 2008, 03:54 PM

DaveDoom51	May 11, 2008, 08:05 AM
	Heheheheheheeee....I do wish all the Mothers on Deep Realms a very happy "Mother's Day" !!! I know even they will admit that there is an occasional throw-back...That female who is more daemon than woman......so I just HAD to send this older poem to all my friends today! Thank you for your kind indulgence! Betrothal Dread daughter of chaos, no physical flaws--- Appearing deceptively docile, sharpening ebony claws. Luxurious preparation, bathing in young-maidens' blood--- Stretching supernatural sinew, rejoicing in the flood... Of despicable emotions, accompanying odors as well--- Infernal mission paramount, engraved invitation to hell. Deceiving humanity, true image never displayed--- Carefully choosing her raiment, for tonight's masquerade. Plans nearing fruition, letting her mind rush ahead--- Ceremony this evening, celebrating the soon-to-be dead. Monstrous teeth peeking, through succulent lips--- Debauched images overwhelm her, as her disguise briefly slips. Deep carnal moaning, down low in her throat--- This corpse-bride is anxious, chance of escape is remote. Foolish priest murmurs, beloved standing beside her--- Later stealing his soul, as he thrusts desperately inside her. Abandoning her musings, regaining total composure--- Musn't allow her excitement, to result in exposure. Impatiently waiting, for her bride's entourage--- Planning to wear her groom's heart, as a bloody corsage. © February, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

Mariah	May 10, 2008, 06:08 PM
	HAPPY SATURDAY

DaveDoom51	May 9, 2008, 08:20 AM
	Please forgive my absence from your comments recently ! I was giving birth to this foul child of a poem....I hope you enjoy it!!!! Betrayal So many nights we've lain together, Thinking we were friends forever... Now such thoughts are in the past... I guess nothing good is meant to last. In your arrogance you believe, Implausable logic which you conceive... To justify your manipulation, Demanding another's...capitulation. The string of souls you leave behind, The one's you use...ones you think are blind... Were only dazzled by your double-talk, They simply lacked the will to walk.......... Away. Is that disdain that you are feeling, For those souls from whom you're stealing? Are you so busy running away, Do your indiscretions forbid your stay? Perhaps your anger is reserved, For those who treat you as you deserve? Remeber you reap that which you sow, You shouldn't trifle with those who know....... You. A word of caution may be in order, Don't drag me into your own disorder... For you are small with-in your rage, Avoid my teeth...turn the fucking page! © May, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

Mariah	May 7, 2008, 06:21 PM

Chrissie	May 5, 2008, 02:28 PM
	Alrighty, this is a bit late being afternoon and all, but you get the idea!

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