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ferineFrom: Mat Butler (mbutler@PROBLEM_WITH_INEWS_DOMAIN_FILE)
Subject: A farewell...
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/20
A year ago, I joined the Pack. I joined from a feeling of belonging,
and a feeling of finally, for once in my life, being HOME. And it worked,
for a while (a year, whether that's short or long)... and I owe thanks
to everyone in the Pack for their help and support over the past year.
However, all things change. The new generation of packmembers knows
nothing of me, and few of the packmembers even truly remember me. Which
is, in all actuality, as it should be. I have changed, over the past
year. I have become more comfortable with myself, and with the Wolf
and Eagle who live inside of me. I have become more comfortable with
the many people in me, clamoring for attention, being pained because
I didn't realize they were there. I am happier, now, than I have been
in a long time. Thank you.
Now, though, it is time for me to begin a new trek, a new journey in
my life. I don't know whither this will take me, or whether I will
ever be back. If I do return, I will undoubtedly be different. If I
do not, then I will have found another tack to search through myself
along. Always, I will remember alt.horror.werewolves with a feeling
of goodness in my heart... for teaching me that it is alright to have
an animal living inside of me.
I pray that each and every one of you who reads this post finds, truly,
what you are looking for, be it comfort or pain or pleasure or self-
enlightenment or self-delusion. And I pray that each and every one of
you who reads this may eventually find happiness, that you may or may
not already have.
I shed a tear, for each of the memories, good and bad, that this group
has brought me. For the Howls, for the dreams that I was given to dream,
for the anger and the misunderstandings, and the struggles to control
(or at least understand) those in me. I keep my name, and I wear it
with pride, for it is still, truly, me.
Goodbye, alt.horror.werewolves. Mayhap, one day, we shall find each
other again.
-Mathew Butler... the Winged Wolf.
From: KatmanDu (Katmandu@cris.com)
Subject: Re: A farewell...
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/22
Mat Butler (mbutler@PROBLEM_WITH_INEWS_DOMAIN_FILE) wrote:
(a farewell that I oversnipped a wee bit....)
Good travels to you, wingedwolf... I 'spect there will always be someone
here should you return...
--
katmandu@uga.cc.uga.edu * ewilson@cosmic.uga.edu * katmandu@cris.com
Theriomorph at large * http://www.cris.com/~katmandu * Certified annoying git
"Just say a word and the boys will be right there, with claws at your
back to send a chill through the night air. Is it so frightening to have
me at your shoulder? Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder. I'll
write on your tombstone 'I thank you for dinner'. This game that we
animals play is a winner." -Ian Anderson / Jethro Tull
From: Walks-Between-Worlds (qualmi@ix.netcom.com)
Subject: Re: A farewell...
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/21
Dear Wingd Wolf,
I wish you luck in your journey toward self-discovery.... I remember
many months ago when we wrote back and forth and mentioned our
favorite stuffed animals
Lost in thought,
Walks-Between-Worlds
"Some things must be believed to be seen."
From: Rorschach/Greywolf (greywolf@gladstone.uoregon.edu)
Subject: Re: A farewell...
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/21
Walk well and with heart all the trails of life before you.
Remember us well, for we will well remember you.
Listen for the lonely howls and do your best to answer them. To affirm
to some poor lonely soul that they are not alone in this vast world.
Walk well. nih koh nai.
Rorschach / Greywolf
.^\ /^_
|/ "" \| Grey is the invisibly thin line between White and Black
/ ,\ /, \ This is the path I choose to tread, it is both
( |__| ) the most difficult and the most rewarding.
\ \==/ / "NOW is the time to RAGE against the dying of the light!"
From: Peter Sims (wolfie@aardvark)
Subject: Other Languages
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/09
Lets find out what the word "Werewolf" is in other languages.
Werewolf- English
Werwolf - German
Loup-Garou - French [...Those Bastards]
Oberoten - Russian
and... ?
Wolfie!
From: Lycanthrope (werewolf@neosoft.com)
Subject: Re: Other Languages
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/10
In article <4ffo07$ddr@panther.apana.org.au> wolfie@aardvark (Peter Sims) writes:
>From: wolfie@aardvark (Peter Sims)
>Subject: Other Languages
>Date: 9 Feb 1996 15:07:51 GMT
>Lets find out what the word "Werewolf" is in other languages.
>Werewolf- English
>Werwolf - German
>Loup-Garou - French [...Those Bastards]
>Oberoten - Russian
>and... ?
>Wolfie!
Okami Otoko (wolf-man) - Japaneese
-Lycanthrope
From: Walks-Between-Worlds (qualmi@ix.netcom.com)
Subject: Re: Other Languages
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/17
werewolf@neosoft.com (Lycanthrope) wrote:
>In article <4ffo07$ddr@panther.apana.org.au> wolfie@aardvark (Peter Sims) writes:
>>From: wolfie@aardvark (Peter Sims)
>>Subject: Other Languages
>>Date: 9 Feb 1996 15:07:51 GMT
>>Lets find out what the word "Werewolf" is in other languages.
>>Werewolf- English
>>Werwolf - German
>>Loup-Garou - French [...Those Bastards]
>>Oberoten - Russian
>>and... ?
>>Wolfie!
>Okami Otoko (wolf-man) - Japaneese
>-Lycanthrope
And for those Tolkien addicts out there
Sylvan language used by elves! >;-)
The ever-lovin' Werelynx,
Walks-Between-Worlds
"Some things must be believed to be seen."
From: Ineke Roelofs (ineke@iol.ie)
Subject: Re: Other Languages
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/17
qualmi@ix.netcom.com (Walks-Between-Worlds) wrote:
>werewolf@neosoft.com (Lycanthrope) wrote:
>>In article <4ffo07$ddr@panther.apana.org.au> wolfie@aardvark (Peter Sims) writes:
>>>From: wolfie@aardvark (Peter Sims)
>>>Subject: Other Languages
>>>Date: 9 Feb 1996 15:07:51 GMT
>>>Lets find out what the word "Werewolf" is in other languages.
>>>Werewolf- English
>>>Werwolf - German
>>>Loup-Garou - French [...Those Bastards]
>>>Oberoten - Russian
>>>and... ?
>>>Wolfie!
>>Okami Otoko (wolf-man) - Japaneese
>>-Lycanthrope
>And for those Tolkien addicts out there
>Sylvan language used by elves! >;-)
The 'Woman's Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets' by Barbara G. Walker
gives the following list of werewolf names:
Var-ulf Danish
Vaira-ulf Gothic
Wargus Old Norman
Wlkoslak Servian
Vlkodlak Slovakian
Wawkalak Russian
Vrykolaki Greek
Varcolaci Romanian
Loup-garou French
Lupomanaro Italian
She states: [The] Slavic terms descended from volkhvi, a title of the
shamans who held important positions in tribal life before
Christianity. Cornates are German 'volk' = 'people' and Russian
'vrach' = 'physician' indicating that werewolves were people: totemic
healers in wolfmasks.
==========================
Ineke Ineke@iol.ie
==========================
From: Mark Straver (moonchld@trauma.xs4all.nl)
Subject: Other Languages
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/10
Hai wolfie@aardvark,
You wrote to All:
w> Lets find out what the word "Werewolf" is in other
w> languages.
w> Werewolf- English
w> Werwolf - German
w> Loup-Garou - French [...Those Bastards]
w> Oberoten - Russian
Weerwolf - Dutch
Moonchild | 195:3110/0@Unilink 195:3110/1000@Unilink |
|Moonchld@trauma.xs4all.nl Moonchld@trauma.hacktic.nl|
From: Coyote Osborne (stygianv@shadow.net)
Subject: Re: Other Languages
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/18
In article <4fr5sq$qe@natasha.rmii.com>, Mark Freid <canuss@qnet.com> wrote:
> moonchld@trauma.xs4all.nl (Mark Straver) wrote:
> >Hai wolfie@aardvark,
> >
> >You wrote to All:
> > w> Lets find out what the word "Werewolf" is in other
> > w> languages.
> >
> > w> Werewolf- English
> > w> Werwolf - German
> > w> Loup-Garou - French [...Those Bastards]
> > w> Oberoten - Russian
>> > Weerwolf - Dutch
How about "Volkorlak"? (Or is that "Vrkolak"?)I believe that is one of the
Russian spinoff ones.
Not sure of the spelling. : )
But it is a different word than the greek "Vrykolakas" completely. No
relation between the two to my knowledge.
Coyote
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From: Raukan (gremlin@iol.ie)
Subject: Re: Other Languages
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/03/02
Schponfirkle!
> Lets find out what the word "Werewolf" is in other
> languages.
> Werewolf- English
> Werwolf - German
> Loup-Garou - French [...Those Bastards]
> Oberoten - Russian
> Weerwolf - Dutch
> Varulv - Svenska er... Swedish.
Mactire (pronounced mactira) - Irish. (Don't call it Gaelic. Or Erse.
Even though that is what it is ... :)
--- Raukan Mactira.
= Arooo! * / \ ========================================
= \ \__/ = - gremlin@iol.ie - =
= * ^^-o = - raukan mactira - =
= / / * = - ennis, ireland - =
= / \ = oOOo =
= | /~\ \__ =- "Wonderous is our great blue ship -=
= \ / |_|| ' =- That sails around the mighty sun -=
= \&_/__>\_ -RAUKAN- =- Joy to everyone that rides along" -=
================================================================
From: Wanderer (wanderer@whytel.com)
Subject: Re: Other Languages
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/04/16
In article <4hakq9$5gh@nuacht.iol.ie>, gremlin@iol.ie wrote:
>Schponfirkle!
>
>> Lets find out what the word "Werewolf" is in other
>> languages.
>> Werewolf- English
>> Werwolf - German
>> Loup-Garou - French [...Those Bastards]
>> Oberoten - Russian
>> Weerwolf - Dutch
>> Varulv - Svenska er... Swedish.
>
>Mactire (pronounced mactira) - Irish. (Don't call it Gaelic. Or Erse.
>Even though that is what it is ... :)
>
>--- Raukan Mactira.
> = Arooo! * / \ ========================================
> = \ \__/ = - gremlin@iol.ie - =
> = * ^^-o = - raukan mactira - =
> = / / * = - ennis, ireland - =
> = / \ = oOOo =
> = | /~\ \__ =- "Wonderous is our great blue ship -=
> = \ / |_|| ' =- That sails around the mighty sun -=
> = \&_/__>\_ -RAUKAN- =- Joy to everyone that rides along" -=
> ================================================================
>
>
Okay, so I goofed the last time ... but I still have one.
Bisclaveret: Brittany
That's where Marie de France got it:)
Yours wishing he had more research materials,
Wanderer
wanderer@why.net
From: Ina Faye-Lund (lundfa@ifi.uio.no)
Subject: Re: Other Languages
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/11
Peter Sims (wolfie@aardvark) wrote:
: Lets find out what the word "Werewolf" is in other languages.
: Werewolf- English
: Werwolf - German
: Loup-Garou - French [...Those Bastards]
: Oberoten - Russian
Varulf in Norwegian
From: Ina Faye-Lund (lundfa@ifi.uio.no)
Subject: Re: Other Languages
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/11
Ina Faye-Lund (lundfa@ifi.uio.no) wrote:
: Peter Sims (wolfie@aardvark) wrote:
: : Lets find out what the word "Werewolf" is in other languages.
: : Werewolf- English
: : Werwolf - German
: : Loup-Garou - French [...Those Bastards]
: : Oberoten - Russian
: Varulf in Norwegian
Ops....I meant varulv
Night-Wolf
From: Deb Griffin (deb.griffin@father.com)
Subject: Re: Other Languages
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/17
Shungmanitu wa chah .... one who is a wolf
daughter of the black wolf
you can call me sapa for short
From: Ineke Roelofs (ineke@iol.ie)
Subject: Re: Other Languages
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/02/21
deb.griffin@father.com (Deb Griffin) wrote:
> Shungmanitu wa chah .... one who is a wolf
>
> daughter of the black wolf
> you can call me sapa for short
More names:
Bulgarian ----------- Vrkolak
Modern Greek----Brukolakas
White Russian--- Wawkalak
Russian-------------Oborot
Slovakian--------- Vlkolak
Bohemian----------Vilkodlak
Ethiopia ------------Buda and Tibbib
Perigord (South of France) Louleerou. (accent of first 'e')
From: Reemul (raven@musenet.org)
Subject: Repost:Egyptian Transformations
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/09/14
In the Egyptian Book of the Dead, several chapters are devoted to the
making of transformations into several forms. These transformations are
all done in the realm of the dead, and are meant to help the deceased make
his journey through the realms of the dead into the Kingdom of Osiris.
Each chapter was in itself a formulae for transformation, which through
recital in the realms of the dead allowed transformation to take place.
There are few stories of making transformations in the realms of the
living. Most shifting was for the object of making perfect the soul in the
Dead-lands.
The first chapter is on making the transformation into a Swallow.
The swallow represented an incarnation of Serquet, the Scorpion-goddess,
daughter of Isis and Ra, and a harbinger of glad tidings. All roads are
then known to him, teh deceased, and he flies everywhere in sunshine, and
is not doomed to remain in the Dead-land.
The next chapter is on making the transformation into a Hawk of gold.
Teh Hawk was a giant, measuring 4 cubits from wing tip to wing tip. The
reason for this form wasa to fly up into the sky to the realm of the
Sun-God, so he could refresh himself with the offerings recieved by the
gods. Once there, he could transform himself into a Spirit-soul and live
with the Spirit-sould of Osiris and Ra.
The next chapter is a very important and long on in the Book of the Dead.
It is the chapter of making the transformation into the God-hawk.
THis recital means to make the deceased into the very hawk which is Horus,
son of Osiris and Isis. HOrus [the elder] was believed to have provided
the primeval Spirit-soul with a Spirit-body, and is therefore linked with
Tem, who dwelt in the Celestial Waters, before there were "gods" or men.
Horus, son of Osiris and Isis, was a vessel for this primeval Spirit-soul,
and by making the tranformation into the God-hawk, one was part of the
being and substance of God, and a fellow with Osiris, Horus, and Ra, their
equal.
This chapter is on making the transformation into the serpent Sata.
The serpent could cast off it's old skin, and appear with a new one, and
so is integral to reincarnation/immortality myth. By becoming the serpent
Sata, one would be associated with new birth and a rejuvenated body.
The next chapter is on making the transformation into a crocodile.
With this body, one could strike terror that is always associated with the
crocodile. One could then traverse the Nile(integral to Egyptian myth), or
any stream without danger. [along the Blue Nile, until recently, not sure
about now, there were myths that natives could tranform into crocodiles at
will]
THis chapter is on the transformation into the god Ptah.
THis god is highly regarded as one of the cosmic Gods, who made the
heavens and the earth at the command of Thoth. THis tranformation
guaranteed teh strength of Ptah, a master blacksmith, and a portion of his
offerings, and he could identify himself with Tem and Ra.
The next recital is of making the transformation into the soul of Temu
[Tem]. THis chapter was very important, as it made one into the Soul-God
of Nu [the heavens], and is the counterpart of the primeval Soul of Temu,
the Father of the Gods, placed in Ra, which exists under the name Khepera.
In this form, the deceased becomes an emanation of the Light-God.
This chapter is for making the transformation into the Benu bird.
This bird, which is sometimes identified with teh Phoenix, is
self-produced, and therefore a extension of the god Khepera, who was self
produced and self-begotten. This form has many functions, including
aloowing the deceased to take any form he pleases, to trafel over the
earth with Ra, to eat the food that Osiris eats, and to be free from every
evil thing forever.
This chapter is on making transformation into a Heron.
The purpose of this transformation is vague. It is thought that by taking
this form, one gains power over teh animals of the sacrifice, and could
then provide himself with food and offerings. It is also thought that one
could never take the form of the Heron unless one was pure in thought and
deed, part of the recital is this proclamation.
The next chapter is on making the transformation into a Lotus flower.
This flower was a favourite of Ra, and is an emanation of him, and
represents of idea of resurrection, to emerge daily into heaven like the
Sun-god. The lotus is also a representation of Nefer-Tem[young Tem], son
of Ptah and Sekhmet. In this way, one becomes both the elder and juvenile
forms of the same god. This is also seen with Horus.
The final chapter in this version of the Book of the Dead which concerns
transformation is on becoming the God who Giveth LIght in the Darkness.
The land of the dead was believed to contain many dark places before one
finally reached teh Kingdom of Osiris. To take this form one could produce
light and so travel in safety. In this form, one was a personification of
HOrus, and of Set, and could emit light and dark at his whim. The
deceased could merge his form with the substance of Osiris, the Moon-god,
just as earlier he could merge himself with the dual-soul of Temu.
--Reemul
"And his [Cain's] passion led him to slay his brother:
and he slew him; and he became one of those who perish.
And God sent a raven which scratched upon the ground,
to shew him how he might hide his brother's wrong.[bury him]
He said, 'Oh woe is me! am i too weak to become like this raven,
and to hide away my brother's wrong?' And he became one of the
repentant."
Koran, 5:33-34
From: Reemul (raven@musenet.org)
Subject: Re: Weres vs. Spirt Animals
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/08/30
i see a 'were' as either someone who can shift, or someone who seeks to
shift. i see a totemic, as simply someone who follows a totem, different
than a were, although the two can combine.
--Reemul
From: Reemul (raven@musenet.org)
Subject: Re: The Unfairness of Life.
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1997/01/30
MegaDog the Nettweiler (megadog@dogstar.win-uk.net) wrote:
: Life. Doncha just hate it sometimes?
: A work colleague of mine has just been diagnosed as having terminal
: stomach cancer.
sorry to hear that. things like this always seem to hit those you least
expect.
: He's in his *very* early 'forties.
: It's things like this that convince me that if there is a god,
: he/she/it must be a seriously sick "supreme being"...
hmm. i dont care to think of things in quite that light. if you fall down
that well, then you'll never be happy, always blaming what goes wrong on
some divinity or cosmic force. you make your own justice, and you know,
sometimes, shit happens. *shrug*
: And sometimes you feel so powerless to actually *do* anything to help.
being there, and being understanding are about all you can do when
something terminal comes around for someone you know.
: Life, and death, are so unfair....
um, i dont remember in my contract any clause that specified "fairness"...
yeah, i know, kinda rough, but well, lifes rough.
--Reemul
From: Reemul (raven@musenet.org)
Subject: Cloacal Quiverings
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/07/30
*the Raven swoops down out of the night...*
It took me a while to decide to post this under it's own thread. It really
is a response to many posts, so i decided to give it it's own subject.
I find it rather disturbing, the attitudes that can be displayed on this
newsgroup. Often i hear great calls for tolerance, yet in the next breath,
i see poison spewed at the object of someones distaste.
While there are many subjects covered by both of the above, i choose here
to talk about religious tolerance. Many of us were raised Christian. It's
jsut a fact of this countries past that we all share this faith, with it's
many denominations. Many (by far not all) of us have left that faith for
one or another reason. Quite often there seem to be feelings of great
anger towards the old faith, for whatever reason. And, unfortunately,
these feelings of anger often express themselves as scathing hate towards
anyone who speaks in a favorable, or sometimes even neutral light, about
that faith. Now, before i go any further, i get as annoyed as anyone when
confronted by bible thumping fundamentalists. I've lost friends over this,
when they become fundamental, and i choose to stay on my own path. But,
you see, i do not hate them. I do not deride their faith. Their choice is
their own, and i am TOLERANT of this. Even if they get in my face, i do
not hate them.
That having been said, i find the lack of tolerance towards Christian
beliefs on AHWW a sad thing. Demonhunter may or in fact may not be a
fundamentalist. Do we really know? He could be a fuck who is just out to
have a little fun at our expense. And what better way to do this on this
newsgroup? Why, it's to come on as a Christian. Go figure. You see, not
all christians are asswipes. And, for that matter, not all Pagans are
prime moral examples. I find Wicca as a means for furthering myself about
as useful as a kick in the crotch, but do i, when i hear a Wiccan go off
wiht more "Blessed Be's" than a hive in summertime, make comments about
how much i'd like to engage in a menage with the God and Goddess? No.
(gets my cloaca a-quivering jsut thinking about it ;> ) I have absolutely
no use for Earth Worship. But when i hear people drone
on about Natures revenge and the Earth Mother, do i say that Gaia is a
whoreish cunt that can blow me? No. And, to be fair, when some
bible-thumper starts yelling in my ear, do i mention that Jesus gives good
rim-jobs? No. (who knows, it was 2000 years ago...)
My point? Heh. Who is at fault, the faith or the follower? NO religion is
free of blood on it's hands. But does insulting the faith solve the
problem? No. It's a distraction, nothing more.
the fundamentally oral raven,
Reemul
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From: Reemul (raven@musenet.org)
Subject: Re: Personal therianthropy: where I'm at
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/07/17
Ron Orr (grizelda@vianet.on.ca) wrote:
: It occurs to me that we don't talk much about why we may be what
: we are, and in what way that reveals itself to us. For some reason it
: doesn't seem to come up too often, and at times the werecards (mine
: included) gloss it over a bit.
: I thought I'd say a few things about how it is with me, and
: perhaps get some discussion going on the subject.
: This is a question I've been reluctant to ask. I'm afraid that
: (as has happened before in my life) overanalysis will ultimately ruin
: the experience. There are possibilities: he's symbolic; he's a
: reflection of my psyche; or it's even possible that manticores _are_ or
: _were_ real in some fashion, as is widely believed about dragons and the
: like. I just don't know...and in a way, it really doesn't matter. It
: isn't what he is, it's what he's done for me.
i dont think overanalysis is a bad thing necessarily. how else do you
learn and grow except through introspection?
perhaps it really doesnt matter if manticore was or was not real. it is
real in the myths and minds of humankind. in this way, it is as real as
Raven or Wolf, or the other animals who represent our totems. mythical
totems are more difficult than those which are extant, as we have no
example to point to and say, "there, there is the basis for my spirit."
but i think that mythical totems have a mystery and power that rivals any
that an extant totem may possess.
: Interstate in a thick, dark fog, I began getting these _ideas._ They
: came to me in the form of stories, stories that felt like tales of
: manticore mythology. They came entire, complete, needing only to be put
: into words. Again, not a clue where they came from; stylistically,
: they're nothing like I've ever written before. But it's all of a piece
: with the rest of my experiences with my mythical counterpart. Perhaps
: they're a way for me to get to know him a little better?
i think that's probably right. Raven will sometimes do the same with me.
have you decided to write these stories down?
: Names: I've become obsessed with them. Magicians used to believe
: that once you knew something's True Name, you'd be able to control and
: understand it fully. I know some of you have had no trouble finding a
: Name; in some cases you've been 'told,' in others one's occurred to you
: out of the blue, or after some significant event. I've had no such luck.
: The other me has been quiet about who he is, and it's begun to bother
: me. Lots. I have the idea in my head that if I know who he is, I'll know
: a lot more about what's happened to me.
i agree. true names do possess a great deal of power. but true names can
take many forms. once you do learn a name that is integral to your spirit,
it is something that one should keep to oneself, but tha'ts a personal
opinion. Reemul is just a nick. nothing more. but in a way, it is a true
name. not in a way that anyone else can use though. ;> i would be wary of
letting someone else give you a name, expecially one you consider part of
your spirit. i dont know the true name of raven, he simply is.
: Ron
: me all over
--Reemul
From: Reemul (raven@musenet.org)
Subject: Harrowing
Newsgroups: alt.horror.werewolves
Date: 1996/05/21
a great howling surrounds me
the winds whip against my jet feathers
my talons grip the branch below me
so tenuous my grasp
rain beats on me, a constant staccato
a machine gun against my body
a storm that has no natural cause
a storm set upon me my myself
i am the agent of my own demise,
if i fail to keep my grip.
how can you all just sit there?
a mute look on your face!
do we not walk the same path?
my anger grows with every second!
then i see your eyes...
i see into your soul
reflected in them is the same struggle
the same storm
hidden behind your eyes
covered by the mask you wear
the same mask i share
the rage surrounds me
my limbs set aquiver
my vision starts to blacken
a fire runs through my veins
madness stands before me
to sleep offers respite,
if only i would join the hollow men
temptations of the world surround me
so much to choose from
so shiney
so sparklie
but temptations of the world distract me
i will take what i must
written into my contract,
i must partake of it's treasures
my body and soul in bondage to a new god
a price i pay to stay on the path
the diety Plutonium
with new tricks
new magicks
magicks to keep my body together
tricks to keep my legs strong,
that i may keep on down the path
while i have a contract to keep my hands,
my legs, my face, my breath
i have no such assuraces about my soul.
with my own broken hands
did i piece it together
with my faith and wisdom
did i glue each piece in place
shattered to the winds it was
my soul laid bare
for me to be reborn
the Lady helped me put it back in place
the Lady sang for me
songs of life,
of experience,
of existance.
and i knew that hers was the shining path
so many temptations of the spirit
so many guarantees
if only i will give in to their light
if only i will speak their words
if only i will sing their songs
a refuge from the storm
to break it's frigid cold
to shield me from it's howling wind
to protect me from the driving rain
but in my heart i know
they offer not what i need
their words are hollow
their spirits reek of the lacking
they walk hand in hand with the skins
so few are the points of light
so rare the gems of wisdom
among the words of the hollow men
to burn away the chaff
to clear away the weeds,
that choke the soul
that hold back the spirit
often one of the hardest decisions to make.
knowledge ceases to be wisdom
if it's use is long past
what use has the man for a cave,
once he learns the secrets of carpentry?
the stories that put me to bed
as a child
these things do nothing to comfort me now
i cast aside all that i was
i leave behind my words that offer nothing
i put away all i learned,
but that teaches me not
but i never forget
for one day i may come full circle
and take up what i left behind
so many are the temptations of the flesh
i could lose myself so easily
the rapture of sex
the ecstacy of drugs
the union of love...
these most of all are hardest to put behind me
could i weather two storms?
could another handle the demons i wrestle?
perhaps.
but i will not use what little time i have
waiting for one to share my path
i have fallen by the wayside in the past
drawn by such sweetness
i can not, will not walk another's path for them
i expect no more from another
it has been said,
"precious things lead one astray.
therefore the sage is lead by what he feels
not what he sees.
he lets go of that, and chooses this."
these are words that are easy to understand
but hard to follow.
they are the path i choose.
i release my grip on the branch
i spread my wings
i enter the storm
to curl up, to hide from it's ferocity
it to never proceed
i called the storm
i am the agent of my own harrowing
with glee i sing my song
with joy i answer her call.
--Reemul
