Life is full of adventure, and if you are very very lucky you weave a web with which you are comfortable.
Hi, I'm Tricky (aka Morgana)..a degreed graphic designer and webmistress. Welcome to my web....
I am a sometimes writer, always an artist, and occasionally have a moment of brillance *grin*

Please tread carefully, my web is fragile and a tad sticky at times...
I am the only member of the family arachnia trickidae anarchia, a species long forgotten but continuing the sojourn. Being the hyperactive species I am, you'll find this web constantly changing. All images on this web site (other than those on page three) have been woven or created by me. I love using Photoshop, Paint Shop Pro, Bryce 4D, and Blade Pro.

For those visitors who are not overly familiar with the English language, my species name is a "play on words" or joke. Arachnid is spider, but trickidae is for "Tricky", and Anarchia stands for anarchist. Webster's Dictionary defines anarchy as: 1."a social structure without government or law and order. 2. Utter confusion".....Yup, that pretty well describes my inner self! *grin*
(This page was created back while I was in college to place my favorite poetry, art, and general musings upon. I hope you enjoy).
There's a Link To My Main Site: "Magia D' La Luna" at the Bottom of This Page

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The Overseer


"Ozone AfterMath"

The Unforgiven
By Metallica

New blood joins this Earth
And quickly he's subdued
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns their "rules"...
With time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong

Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man struggles on and on, he's known
A vow unto his own
That never from this day
His will they'll take away
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown

Never Be
Never See
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown

Never Free
Never Me
So I dub thee Unforgiven...

They dedicate their lives
To running all of his
He tries to please them all
This bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
He's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is Me
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown

Never Be
Never See
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown

Never Free
Never Me
So I dub thee Unforgiven...

You labelled Me
I'll label You
So I dub thee Unforgiven.



*** I've heard many arguements regarding this song, everything from devil worship on down. I don't believe in Satan, however...I do know what persecution feels like for my beliefs. This song is one of the best for "anti-labeling" I've ever heard.



Stevie Ray Vaughan Oct 3, 1954-August 27, 1990..
One of the finest blues guitarists to ever bless us with his talent...
He was taken before his time in a chopper crash

"I've said that playing the blues is like having to be black twice.
Stevie missed on both counts, but I never noticed it." - B.B King
I usually hate Midis but these are Stevie's tunes...
feel free to load this zip if you want them (The midi used on this page is in this zip- "TinPanAl.mid")
Click here to load SRV Zip

"Wo/Man"

Telling Stories
By Tracy Chapman

For TT...and...NN...

There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn't mean
You're not just telling stories
There is fiction in the space between
You and Me

There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and Me

There is fiction in the space between
You and Me
A fabrication a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In the remembrance of your bad dream
There's no one but you standing

Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between

There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing...
Sometimes a lie is the best thing...





Cry For Mother Earth





Lifesaver Unreality



"Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas 1914-1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



"Dragon's View"



"Wish You Were Here"

"God's Eye"

"Invictus"

by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow'd.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.





"Dante's Inferno"







"Jade" (My partner in crime and best bud)



"From Whence They Came"







My "Turn Ons/Turn Offs" List is Right Below These Buttons








Favorite things:

A good storm, especially if I can get wet!
Experiencing the results of a spell well worked
Anything in the woods, I'm most at home there
Anything to do with La Luna
Eclectic imagination...yeah!!!
Really good art...such as..
Amedeo Modigliani's work
John William Waterhouses' work
Arthur Rackham's work
H.L. Giger's Work
(See our Fine Art Gallery on Magia D' La Luna)
Music: The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Tricky, Metallica, Methods of Mayhem, The Pretenders, Disturbed, Gaelic, Classic Rock, Green Day, and on & on...
Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll..no wait, that was the 60s...
Yanking chains of twits who deserve it
My parrot Jade *brat extroidinaire*
(Ok, for you bird lovers: hes a Double-Yellow Headed Amazon)
Restoring my Victorian Home (still arguing with the Historical Society, they claim its circa 1896)
Dancing
Horticulture, especially herbs and tropicals (orchids,bromeliads,ferns)
Fellow Geminis (we're misunderstood...honest!) *evil grin*

Turn offs:

Being Judged, especially for my religion
Drunks (double Jerk Award if they drive)
People who profess to be true blue and aren't
Buttermilk (I believe this was invented as a punishment)
Anyone who harms animals (my ancestors had the right idea with honey & anthills) *grin*
Racists, bigots, and people who assume because I am a fifth generation Florida Native I am a redneck
Call waiting
People who worship their call waiting
People who can't keep their egos in check
Road Rage
Child porn
(I'd like to see the adults making it all dropped naked into an asylum for the Sexual/Criminally Insane)
And, of course, living in Fla: left lane slow pokes
And last, but never least...Narrow Minds

May Your Path Always Be Blessed...