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Autumn* movements seems
to be
like a warm Indian Summer:

Colourful leaves cover
A
net of
Branches

Breathing life:  
The heat, the beat, the tender
Sun beams birthing: versatility, a vermillion voices
**Rooted along the path of any proud passenger
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2015
( song )*

Every culture of the world, they speak of,
Tell the tale of a great flood,
I feel the weather is changing, pouring hot
And getting ready to spill.
    I don't know what it was like before,
    'think now is like before the flood.

And so I welcome the rain from the sky,
It is only the tears of the earth,
As a young woman who cries,
Showing beauty along with the hurt,
In future days woes of our lives,
Will be cleansed by the tears of the earth.

I read the story of Noah and his ark,
'say that he was a righteous man,
I look for truth but I can't see clear it's dark,
And all the animals are scarce.
    I feel the end of an age is come,
    Inequity is the day, O Lord!

And so I welcome the rain from the sky,
It is only the tears of the earth,
As a young woman who cries,
Showing beauty along with the hurt,
In future days woes of our lives,
Will be cleansed by the tears of the earth.
Goddess is a description
of radiance, not of appearance.

~ z.s
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2015
The fly makes his way through the house.
Its tongue, like billions before, is tainting  
All it touches.  The fly has wings to spread  
His mess, and though he has innumerable  
Facets to his eyes he cannot see  
The swatter coming.

The house surrounds the fly and is sacred.
As the great blue world beyond is sacred.  
And the fly is spreading fast, flitting here  
And sticking there trampling his own  
Shelter, spreading pollution and excrement  
With a rolling tongue  

That spews and spits upon his own home.  
And though he is happy while he soils  
His house his eyes are two dead worlds  
Barren and still, born to die by the hand  
That flies even higher, so, the fly cannot  
See the swatter coming.

Buzzing, like a burn, through the innocent  
Air he dreams of vast minions rooting  
His world with legion hands.  The house was  
A garden that led him in, he cannot  
Wait for his seed to fester, all's he needs  
Are God’s green plants  

And clean water, some fresh air to conquer.
This house was made for him he would have  
Himself believe.  But when all has dried  
And all is soiled the fly would wish to move  
On, if only he could, trapped as he is  
In the earth and wooden house.

He could taste it all, oblivious to oblivion
In God’s green wooded world— all spinning,  
The sands are running in the sacred home  
That he himself has always defiled,  
As he has never shown any grace;
The swatters hand is His  
Own hand.
Dan McGowan Jun 2015
we are not stewards of Earth, she looks after us
Question Reality May 2015
As one now
in thought and rhythm
missionaries of that  
***** fever dream
called humanity
skin of the Mother Goddess,
Earth.  And let me tell you,
she is one ***** mother.  
All her trees,
their roots penetrating
deep into her soils.  
All her creatures,
rutting day and night,
her atoms come alive.  

Mother Earth came alive
to **** herself.  
Mother Earth has come alive,
and you are her,
writhing on your bed.  
Mother Earth has come alive,
and I am her,
breathing in your ear
**** us all,
for Goddess sake,
**** us all.
for Ellyn
kenye May 2015
She is the life breather.

She is the adventure.

She is the little death.

*She choked me here.
Fly
Grandfather
Spirit
To
The Sun's
Illumine

Magnify
Thy black
white feathers

And heal
The human race
Children
of
Gaia

Moon Souls
Oceans dream of
Your return


Music Muses
Play for Us
Enchant
Lost souls to find
The path of innocence
And love

Breaths, hands, rhythms
Rhymes of Thou magic Wings

Oh, to be
Each step
Lifted upon the invisible
Eagle Spirit
To follow
The fellow
Beings

Transform
Us - imperfect beggars
For life to the dawn of enlighted
souls sharing

Cosmic
Kindness

Blissful
Dance of Infinity
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Spirit
Dani Simpson Apr 2015
There’s a copper covered floor
     swept in by father’s hand.

And a sweet scent dwelling in the thick air
     of mother’s sigh.

Streams leak into the sills
     upon my face.

And a blindfold
     drapes the *****.

A mesmerizing buzz
     echoes within.

And irrationality
     fills my presence.
Outside I find myself looking in
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2015
Sol winds seed Gaia
Ritual of twining breaths
Lovers unspoken bond
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