Category Archives: First Nations

In Memory of a great One

Posted on September 14, 2022 by a foolhardy florilegium

Who will replace the Elders, those who stood for truth, those who stood the test of time – lives moulded in their youth? Who will stand in the against the tide that is a mighty wave; now to this so … Continue reading →

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Shadows from the past

Posted on February 7, 2022 by a foolhardy florilegium

There’s shadows on my Spirit, there’s shadows on my Soul, there’s shadows on my heart that make me feel less whole. The early generations; the ones who came before, they unleashed these shadows when they opened wide the door. The … Continue reading →

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Forgiveness

Posted on February 7, 2022 by a foolhardy florilegium

There is no forgiveness,only knowing distress.If we wish to feel Mother’s caressthen we need to see the messcreated by a world on fire;we dance atop it’s funeral pyredriven by our own desireLiar, liar, pants on firehow is it that you … Continue reading →

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Blood on the Wattle

Posted on February 7, 2022 by a foolhardy florilegium

There’s blood on the wattle and we need to heal the fortunes of futures, their fate we can seal. So much we have done and we can’t go back; we can’t change the past but we can future’s track. So … Continue reading →

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How long to weep in silence

Posted on October 26, 2020 by a foolhardy florilegium

How long to weep in silencein this place without a soul?How long to weep in silencewhile their machine eats us whole?The soulless ones who rule uswith their slimy silken glovehiding their assault rifle;monster disguised as a dove.They tear the heart … Continue reading →

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Bigotry

Posted on June 8, 2020 by a foolhardy florilegium

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 →

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I Stand

Posted on June 8, 2020 by a foolhardy florilegium

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 →

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When?

Posted on May 24, 2020 by a foolhardy florilegium

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 →

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Corporate Care

Posted on August 30, 2019 by a foolhardy florilegium

“For The Love of Money” their motto read and they don’t care if the planet’s dead. There’s corporate to think of – corporate need; it’s not like it’s about profit or greed. We have shareholders who need their gain; we’re … Continue reading →

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On Shadows

Posted on May 27, 2019 by a foolhardy florilegium

There’s Shadows on my Spirit, there’s Shadows on my Soul, there’s Shadows on my heart that make me feel less whole.. The early generations; the ones who came before they released those Shadows when they opened wide the door. The … Continue reading →

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Sometimes

Posted on February 12, 2019 by a foolhardy florilegium

We stand upon the precipice of all our lives have sown and look out on the garden of all that has now grown. Can we be proud of what we’ve done; the future left behind? Have we left behind us … Continue reading →

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On Belonging

Posted on October 16, 2018 by a foolhardy florilegium

I’m reading a book at the moment called “Aboriginal Men of High Degree” and it’s given me fresh and deeper insights into the world we overran a bit over 200 years ago. Why have we trapped these wondrous Souls? What … Continue reading →

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