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I live with the walking wounded, where their pain is a thing they share; I walk among our world’s unwanted, where no one know how to care. My life’s amongst the great unwashed; emotions all stripped bare but I walk … Continue reading
One day a man invented ‘knowing’ a wondrous way to be; it was the one thing he knew, could set the whole world free. And so he went on ‘knowing’ teaching it to many more but many would own ‘knowing’ … Continue reading
There is a place that I once knew where happiness just grew and grew. Where folk were greeted with a smile and asked to linger for a while. People would laugh and play and sing; a place where all could … Continue reading
Body Spirit and in song this is a place where I belong. I open wide my heart and mind; I am here now, what will I find?
When bigotry does rise what part of us then dies? Much Spirit becomes lost; that is the final cost. Our wisdom of the past in ‘progress’ fire we cast for our ‘truth’ so unreal; the coin in which we deal. … Continue reading
I stand because the guilt is mine; I know that I must hold the line. Forefathers failed; they knew the law it was just greed and love of war. Though riches made soon fell away; their karma struck at end … Continue reading
As we battle now with Gaia; our fight against her care. She stands in gentle silence; all offence she will bare. Her heart is always willing; forgiveness is her art. If we but reach out to her she will caress … Continue reading
The embrace of Pachamama, her gentle sweet caress. A feeling of contentment; couldn’t be more or less. She embraced me with wisdom, gentleness and more and it’s Pachamama always feels the true pain of war.
“The end is nigh” I hear them say while our world crumbles day by day and those who profit from the fall, we let them rule; they make the call. The instrument of our own demise; it’s us who listen … Continue reading
When men become more gentle and the forests live in peace; When will it come, when will it start, when will the violence cease. We’re like a tribe that’s lost it land, a species lost it’s place. What will be … Continue reading
“Let it be” they said as I walked the line but somewhere along there I missed the sign so I wandered along, a spectre afore; I imagined this mist was some sort of door. But now, as I look with … Continue reading
The Serpent comes; we will all die; this is truth’s perpetual lie. The Serpent is the truth at last; into the fire none will be cast. ‘Tis the Gods we’ve built from man that undermine Gaia’s true plan. Who are … Continue reading
There’ll be no history with no one left to tell what us fools did to ring that final bell. There’ll be no future and there’ll be no past when humanity itself has breathed its last. Whatever follows will never know … Continue reading