Bardic Circle
Cover
The empty hand of innocence
Transfusing street of the sorrows
And children of the wood
Hounded, shredding off veils
Unwinding all the sheets of the dead world droning
Overturning tables
Laden with silver sacrificial birds
Beating goatskin drums
Advancing With hands outstretched
And we keep filling them with mercury
Nitrate, asbestos
Baby bombs blasting blue
Scavengers picking through the ashes
Children of the mills
Children of the junkyards
Sleepy, illiterate, fuzzy little rats
Haunted, paint-sniffing
Stoned out of their shaved heads
Forgotten, foraging
Mystical children
Foul-mouthed
Glassy-eyed
Hallucinating
Requested RePost: How to Not Fit In
Wear socks that don’t match
Especially on Tuesday and Friday
And always with shorts
Wear a wrinkled pink blouse
With a bright red skirt
Red and pink are in the same family
Aren’t they?
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Don’t get subtle hints
Be confused by mixed messages
And laugh at inappropriate jokes
Always say what you mean
And mean what you say
Because no one else does it that way
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Take everyone at face value
Be open and honest
In everything you do
Having no hidden meaning behind your words
No hidden agenda behind your actions
Is sure to frighten and confuse
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Be loud and boisterous in public
Quiet and reserved at home
Have moods that are affected by the weather
Remember to be daring and bold
Always act as if you’ll never grow old
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Wave with both hands
Bounce into rooms
Offer everyone a hug
And feel bad when they refuse
Dance when you are happy
And wilt when you are sad
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When there is a job to do
Be the first to volunteer
Once people start to gossip
That you’re trying to take charge
Don’t volunteer the next time
And they will complain about that too
Othello
“Oh God! That men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beasts!”
~ act two, scene three
Debate in my Sleep
Last night I woke myself up shouting:
“You only think the gods are archetypes because you haven’t MET them yet!”
I do not recall the dream, I wonder who I was arguing with?
Praising of the Great Earth
In a group, you can have the last line repeated by everyone in unison. This was written assuming it would be recited in Ottawa (Canada), you might have to change a line or two in order to suit where you live.
I sing of the foundations of the Earth,
Mother of all, eldest of all beings
She who sustains all the creatures in the world
All things in the sea, all things that fly
Or live upon the ground divine
All that lives, moves and breathes
Are nourished by Her
Hail the Earth, our Mother!
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Oh great queen!
We are blessed in our children
And in our harvests
We honour the Earth
Who both gives life
And takes it away
Hail the Earth, our Mother!
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With your blessing
There is fruit ripe on the trees
The land is laden with corn
The pastures covered with cattle
And our larder is full
Hail the Earth, our Mother!
*
With your blessing
We grow and flourish
We live in a prosperous city
Of garden parks filled with flowers
Where women are equals
In the seat of power for our nation
Hail the Earth, our Mother!
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