Bardic Circle

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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?

*

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

*

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

*

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

*

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

*

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

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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!

*

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!

*

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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