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They push us to the sea amongst their garbage and their humanity there is power in the depths of what you don’t understand decline all that isn’t cash in hand you push me, you pull me along but when I straggle, like an old man, you do little to help me along to the grave that awaits me in this dirt to the mother and her clay earthen rebirth for this I cannot stand for you or your foolish demands I find my legs pulling me into the soil, into the sands To a core of nourishment, as the earth reprimands My spirit And unprofitable wisdoms Nursed off these primordial urges Sprung from these primordial waters They wish to nourish you too Take you to the land your ancestors always knew But take what you may, take what you can, you’re too fast to sit, to reminisce, to even understand The power, in your ways you dismiss your mind is despondent, to you, your body and your long days Disturbs and aches away The life in you decays The irritation in your eyes flare For the young and the ancients to prepare For the rains They do come From the druids and their amphibian lungs The chieftains move in their sunken ocean bed Heave their damaged corporeal forms unto the shores As far as their breath can take them and their blindness can see To where that body dies, and the eternal walks eternally To walk amongst you, to change you and heal the old and the forgotten ones those you’ve left cleaved and torn From the wisdoms their ancestors had weaved for them, to be worn To you, do we sing Those who are connected to a place that feeds the heart and the mind Clears all of which was not fore-designed For this body, for this soul, for all of the wonders the earth ponders to show Do your deeds Do them well If they serve your soul The earth as our united soul will tell We have contract our secrets, with composure, will yell Amongst the rolling rocks, to the aggravated layers, to those that move above you, to those that travel in the thin air when you kiss. You would do well, not to dismiss To no longer remiss
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 7:26 AM UTC
the mothers hearth
They push us to the sea amongst their garbage and their humanity there is power in the depths of what you don’t understand decline all that isn’t cash in hand you push me, you pull me along but when I straggle, like an old man, you do little to help me along to the grave that awaits me in this dirt to the mother and her clay earthen rebirth for this I cannot stand for you or your foolish demands I find my legs pulling me into the soil, into the sands To a core of nourishment, as the earth reprimands My spirit And unprofitable wisdoms Nursed off these primordial urges Sprung from these primordial waters They wish to nourish you too Take you to the land your ancestors always knew But take what you may, take what you can, you’re too fast to sit, to reminisce, to even understand The power, in your ways you dismiss your mind is despondent, to you, your body and your long days Disturbs and aches away The life in you decays The irritation in your eyes flare For the young and the ancients to prepare For the rains They do come From the druids and their amphibian lungs The chieftains move in their sunken ocean bed Heave their damaged corporeal forms unto the shores As far as their breath can take them and their blindness can see To where that body dies, and the eternal walks eternally To walk amongst you, to change you and heal the old and the forgotten ones those you’ve left cleaved and torn From the wisdoms their ancestors had weaved for them, to be worn To you, do we sing Those who are connected to a place that feeds the heart and the mind Clears all of which was not fore-designed For this body, for this soul, for all of the wonders the earth ponders to show Do your deeds Do them well If they serve your soul The earth as our united soul will tell We have contract our secrets, with composure, will yell Amongst the rolling rocks, to the aggravated layers, to those that move above you, to those that travel in the thin air when you kiss. You would do well, not to dismiss To no longer remiss
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 7:26 AM UTC
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