Humanity stuck in throat

Humanity stuck in throat (With Love only Creed)

6 December 2015

 

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Sometimes I throw up

From a small tightened belly

Waters muddy brown

 

A share of disgrace

From non-existent lean wells

River banks of stench

 

Sometimes I throw up

Endless fights in name of Gods

Blind to their fake creed

 

Giddiness alerts

A wave of nausea strikes

Within pulsing Heart

 

Sometimes I throw up

Humanity stuck in throat

Like an endless thorn

 

While the dead bear dead

And life dwindles in lost Hope

As powers grow walls

 

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Sometimes I digest

Small miracles of caring

Emblems of sharing

 

A slice of fresh bread

Multiplied not divided

For aching stomachs

 

Sometimes I digest

As the young outgrow shackles

With Peace in their trails

 

New Dawn beckoning

Skies of reachable Nature

Resting place of coils

 

Sometimes I digest

Small measures of blue freedom

With Love only Creed

 

Unstoppable Grace

Traces of Ancient Wisdom

The Death of the Greed

 

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The Old Ways – Loreena McKennitt

The Mystic’s Dream – Loreena McKennitt

Seeds of Love – Loreena McKennitt

A Time for Us – Andy Williams

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRnx-s1TQbU

A day will soon come (Translation of Il viendra le jour)

A day will soon come

August 30, 2015

(Original french version here – Il viendra le jour )

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A distant call rings

Black echoes from beyond grave

Bring me back your blood

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Served bloody sausage

Of our dead future

Oh what rotten fruit

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Indigested dish

Brings back weary memories

From depths I had slain

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It I had reviled

Tasted it in weightlessness

Stealthily, hidden

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Heavy, disgusting

Sour-bitter of a dead past

An acid reflux

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Vomit your offal

Finally free my stomach

To digest other

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I would tear my skin

If it were to bear your stench

Make it new banner

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I will clamour loud

The withering of my sighs

Satirised in vain

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To live and then die

Of nature to wound myself

That in me slithers

.

A life extinguished

I collected the ashes

And made a new shroud

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To die and then live

Did I have to use the if/saw (play on si – scie in the French version i.e. the if or the saw)

To cut everything

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A day will soon come

Where a beautiful bright void

Will cleanse my stomach

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zU450iMsdOk