Category Archives: Gaia

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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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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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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The Place


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?

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The Battle


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 →

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Pachamama


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.

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The end is nigh


“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 →

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The Key


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When?


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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The Future


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 →

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History


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 →

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Time


When freedom is hid by a litany of lies, that is the time to trust your own eyes. When leaders don’t lead, but drag you behind, that is the time a new path to find. When the safety of all … Continue reading →

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The Drums


Over all a shadow comes the rolling thunder is its drums. It beats the tune that is the fall; the opposite – the trumpets call will call from deep within the land something so mighty and so grand that Spirit … Continue reading →

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