Say you’re a wolf You’ve got to be joking First sign of blood You know you’d be choking There’s something deeper Than what’s in a name It’s about being broken And never the same It’s given by Mother A medal she pins For living through trials Where nobody wins Say you’re a wolf But you don’t howl at the sky Or run through the forest Without knowing why It’s about baring your teeth And baring your heart Hearing the Wild Right from the start So don’t cry wolf

For the entire month of December via the Starry Eyed Facebook there has been one important message on repeat: Rock your Weird. We are living in times of uniformity and conformity where the urge to “fit in” becomes an overwhelming and oppressive weight on our shoulders, whereby 2016 has stolen many of our misfit role models; Bowie told us to “Turn and face the Strange,” Prince that; “…no one can dictate who you are,” and the infamous Zsa Zsa Gabor that; “I tell you, in this w

(Original image – Witching hour by DmajicPhotography.) I place my bare feet Upon this Earth And feel the call Of all that was My aching soul It longs to run To be free with The Wild Ones My beating heart Sings out loud The trees they know It’s all around The Crows are singing Back at me Little daughter You’re not asleep I see through wolf eyes I weave my fate Tears sow the ground From my mistakes But warriors They are simply made That iron dancer Is not

And when it burns And when it bleeds And if your heart cries For what it needs Hear me now And hear me true The will to live Is inside of you And if they try to Put you to Pyre Remember then You’re made of Fire I’m standing here A phoenix heart From the ashes Is where we start. J.morris 2015 – All my own work recipes and design all rights reserved #speak #phoenix #spell #power #poem #poetry #poet #magic #spirituality

There’s a Witch in these bones In the Crags and the Creek Bringing magick to bear In Old tongue Crow speak There’s power in the knowing Wise words in the well Each time you’ll be dying And discarding the shell The darkness clouds over A guise in the smoke The Morrigan thundered With each word She spoke There’s a Witch in these bones The marrow stands still You’ve known her forever yet You never will. J.Morris 2015 All my own intellectual property, all rights reser