User:Preachur
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About Me: I am a 32 y/o legally ordained Pagan, poet, single father, and student. My real name is Mark Richard Watson. I have been designing websites since I first created CrUsThAvEn in early 1996, in an effort to help connect my road family through public library computers. My interests include: Paganism, Earth-based religions, travel, witchcraft, occult, poetry, tattoos, guitar, reading, dogs, music, Shamanism, Gypsy, Celtic, hiking, backpacking, Pagan gatherings, festivals, art, wildlife, train riding, sustainable communities, alternative lifestyles, dumpster diving, indigenous cultures, Crustylands Project
I am currently a full-time student at Pueblo Community College, and I live in the beautiful town of Salida, Colorado U.S.A..
Examples of my Poetry:
Lethal Beauty (Sunday, November 06, 2005)
One touch of your fingers
The perfume of your breath
I long to embrace and hold you
To join with you means death
My soul cries out to free you
From your solitary fate
In seclusion and abandoned
Alone and cursed to wait
I feel such love and passion
Yet empty, and forlorn
Tormented by the knowledge
My aching heart is torn
What sort of fiendish monster
Could have cast this heartless spell
To take a blameless innocent
Then damn her to a lonely Hell?
To cure you and restore you
I vow I'll find some way
I'll break the chains that bind you
Then we can run away
An elixer or a potion
To cleanse envenomed flesh
Redemption from your quarantine
Free to start afresh
I pledge my heart and hand
I shall save you or I'll die
Our lips will touch I swear to you
Your affliction I'll defy
We'll find delight and pleasure
As one our souls entwined
We'll walk together forever
Made pure, our love refined.
Copyright 2006 Mark Richard Watson
Out the Window (2005)
You sit within your room in pain
Wondering if you're going insane
Thoughts of how the time flew by
Wonder how your mind could lie
Scared of seeing their evil light
Steal you up into the night
Feelings set your soul on fire
You can't move as you go higher
Rape your body erase your mind
Who WAS the one who stood behind?
You watch your body fall apart
Damaged soul and broken heart
They tell you that it could not be
If only you could make them see
Terror as the night draws near
For with it comes the ones you fear
They could heal you if they would
It seems their motives are never good
You wish it all would go away
Too bad I think they've come to stay
Copyright 2006 Mark Richard Watson
From the Pod (2005 December)
I look upon a stormy sea
I sit atop a mountain high
I traipse across a fiery plain
In one blink of my eye
I hop upon a rolling train
Walk miles down a dusty road
I fly across a star-lit sky
To watch the world explode
Taste scarlet fruits from paradise trees
Spinning maidens exotic dance
Icy flames consuming me
I slip into ecstatic trance
The air so sweet, inhale the smoke
I hear the silent drum
I watch the spiral web unwind
See what has been and is yet to come
Inside my mind there are no walls
Behind these bolted doors
They may lock me up and lose the key
Yet still my spirit soars
Upon a cold steel slab I sleep
No windows in this cell
Lights out, locked down, but I'm not here
I'm free and all is well
Copyright 2006 Mark Richard Watson
