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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.

Again


It’s palpable, it’s in the air;the fear of change is everywhere.The Universe implodes in time;a time of change is not a crime.There is no future, lest we bea species proud and always free.Within this world when born againthere is a … Continue reading

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Rebirth


I see it riseup, up so high;it’s blackness fillsthe world and sky. I see it rise high abovethis world once greatthat killed the dove;God is now dead. Today the painthat we all feelis our rebirth;earth’s even keel.

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The One Tree


The One Tree withers, so soon to die; no longer its boughs to reach the sky. No more the link –  Heaven to Gaia; lost to humanities greed and fire. ‘Tis humans alone caused our demise with our loss of … Continue reading

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Words


I speak not in words my darling for they tangle in my mind; the words that are within my heart are not what you then find. I write the words that are my truth; they are what you now see. … Continue reading

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Chant from Yarneeth


I have so much I must learn to reach the place for which I yearn and every Right thing that I spurn is just another bridge I burn

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A Dream?


I fell away down to the top of the stairs to a world with no worries, a world with no cares. So I dusted myself off as I stood at the top and realised this wasn’t where I wanted to … Continue reading

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The Weeping Willow


I miss the Willow though I know why the ecologists did make her die. Not a native, she choked our streams; so though the tree of the poets dreams all thought of her removed from sight in the war for … Continue reading

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The Fearing


The great Fearing was upon them and it runs across the lands. The Fearing had no substance like the drifting Sands. When the Fearing is upon you, to Hades your Soul is bound; when the Fearing is upon you your … Continue reading

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Fear


It eats away at heart and soul; fear’s freezing heat – a burning coal. It freezes thought, nought can be done; like at our temple there’s a gun. Immobilized in thought and deed so none can move in time of … Continue reading

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Gaia’s revenge


Gaia’s revenge is upon us and now lots of us gonna die; don’t feel too bad about it, there’ll still be stars in the sky. Gaia’ll rebuild the world and the shit we pillaged each day; she”ll sing her sweet … Continue reading

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Black & White


In a colourless world of black and white where all things are seen as wrong or right where “I’m always right and you are wrong” is the rhythm behind almost every song. Where there is no colour, there is no … Continue reading

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Science


I watch them bury truth alive, in their avalanche of ‘facts’, with truth hid in the wilderness; out in the wilder tracts. Not seen by those with lots of letters or titles so supreme who pontificate with bullshit, of which … Continue reading

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So Many


So many years and so many lifetimes, so many forests now burned to the ground. So much of Gaia now turned into graveyards, so many places where nature did wildly abound. So many people all waving their banners. so many … Continue reading

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Finding futures in the past


The echoes of futures, the shadows they’ve cast; our futures are buried so deep in our past. Unless we can solve the labyrinth’s way it’s stuck in this place that we all will stay. Where are the answers but deep … Continue reading

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In the Ghetto


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

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