I gave away
my car
just gave away
all my money
signed over
my house
to someone else
I quit my job
quit my life
I quit my self
quit my kids
even quit my wife
surrendered beloved
trusting pets
to unholy CPS
so much desperation
just like every nation
stripped naked
wanting to stand out
floundering in that
resoundingly raucous
waiting for rapture
in that romancing
carnival street
demand complete faith
awaiting this final hour's
tempting saviour
some holy relief
temptation coming down
somewhere on high
divinity's temptress
descending between
those scarily parting
impartial clouds
verily such holy 
moly behaviour
saviour brilliance 
mystically favourable
shining light
so rapture me
take me up
captured I shall
enraptured I will
most surely rise
encapsulate me
being exceptional
in glorious heaven
that paradise place
somewhere so curious
God once visited there
meritorious dreams
notoriously far away
somewhere so sensuous
hidden far beyond
deliriously distant
far off galaxies
galactically boundless
mysterious universe
far past all those
glimmering stars
rapture me
right off this
sinfully chaotic street
prophets tell me
not to fear
rest assured
demons can't
capture me
believe in Jesus
whose coming
relief to do
something real
sit down to have 
one last supper
take a stand
once again
I'm not sure
roll away
each cryptic stone
exactly what
make peace
good luck
with that
stop war
raise up
all those
war dead
good luck
my inceptive friend
make things
receptive concepts
in prophetic Christ
somehow better
perhaps conjuring
something elementary
for good behaviour
another socially acceptable
conceptual device
good luck again
accept stoning
expect crucifixion
we're so dead
beyond this
planetary dread
cred mass extinction
things are going
steadily deeper
into planetary memory
some final keepsake
museum pieces
that artless distinction
geologic reformation
creating continental heartache
so rapture me
I want to go
be one in heaven
be one adorned
with that glowing
supernatural aura
wear all that
rapturously supreme
bejeweled heaven
my heavenly crown
such ghostly light
making me think
mostly for my ego
for god's sake
good things
about myself
think about
placing me
as somehow
tastefully perfect
one heavenly recipe
enlightened being
eternally spicy
truly seen
in God's pure 
cinnamon light
remembering  gold
all those spiritual things
frankincense and myrrh
all things are suffering
so why wait
for wiseman gifts
for mystical healing
something magical
medicine from heaven
to wholistically heal
all our running sores
to finally truly mend
our deep and weeping wounds
isn't that what
biblical medicine is for
it's written in 
one smitten bible
heal yourselves
Jesus told us so
so why wait
for something
that may
not come
that fantastic
summer dream
autumn's phantasmic
wish for spring
your holy prayer
hoping all those
desert bound
seers and soothsayers
socially deemed
as truthsayers
tik tok tik tok
truly prophets
so truly not foolish
but truly caring ones
so dream about
rapture this
even imagine
rapture that
shouldn't we 
just daily live
our best attitudes
gratitude for lives
beatitude for living
trusting jive
must be trying
so it seems 
knowing we
might not be
heavenly blessed
trusting those things
that really work
must be so trying
bringing real peace
making being things
peaceably better
ease suffering
share gentle
keep in touch
sentimentally as much
as we
two legged beings
possibly can
woman and man
so much more
than enough
with our own
two talented hands
keep open minds
dealing with everyday
all that work of daily life
all those challenging demands
so keep connected
Eden could have been
our connected clans
our shared and blessed
holy land
we are
messed up now
our present stand
we all wait
some for love
some for peace
some for healing
some for rapture
some for more
important social stature
but mostly wait
yes we will
boast about continuing
enduring constant pain
feeling pain is part
of breathing and moving
yes things shall
will forever suffer
suffering is part
of simply being
someone tough
someone waits
enough trussed up patients
moment to moment
terrible suffering
somehow need
heaven to appease
try to elude
a painful fate
don't foolishly wait
embrace blessed life
heal yourselves
brotherhood and sisterhood
could together plant
seed all that
perfect fruit
mother cultivating sacred
not just that procreating
bleeding part
gather together
all those
healing herbs
activate insurgence
vibrate gently
merge with vibrant Eden
virgin purity
emerging fruit
resurgent orchards
replacing fields of gmo
conversion gardens
replant forests
forest being
that perfectly reflects
God almighty
delight in all that
mother earth glory
give up on poverty
renounce imbalanced hunger
enough pure cool water
quenching every thirst
announce prosperity
create each happy story 
we should each be
happily seeing
fresh springs flowing
oceans full of hopeful life
continents flourishing with sacred trees
tribes nourished by happy
sometimes desert or jungle
wandering lives
female and male
as equals please
loving human beings
give up hate
cultivate rapture
give up war
just don't wait
instigate heavenly joy
what is more
manifest joyous
magnificent creation
mirror transcendent God
ascend with that
garden invitation
rapturous might
reflecting prophetic
enraptured sight

          * * * 

 

I just can't
find that
or any
potent word
I hear some
grumbling profanity
those important
potable words
importing insanity
lord but I can't
describe them
impunity prescribes
pure portability
derivatives of notions
blends of imagination
inventive potions
as I see it
but what
I choose
I just can't 
socially comment 
anything about it
maybe augmented
I'm finally trying
emotionally implementing
diplomatic things
express completion
submit to nothing
embrace beauty
caressed by bliss
maybe mix
some other
physical concretion
strictly maybe
I've been 
instinctively divining
once again
distinctive dreams
reminding me
channeling so many 
spell binding
dumbfounding obstacles
resounding things
profoundly finding me
conjuring distant scenes
mud and deep ruts
rocks and pits even
that somehow eventually
confine me
mindful entanglement
a self-serving kind
sometimes defining me
a compliant arrangement
still I feel
kind of hobbled
I do try
what trying
nobly brings
defiant engagement
if I could
just incite fabulous
invite salubrious
attach salvation
address love
there are
those magical
frivolous words
wholly factual
my devilish own
actuate forging
describing sacred
what I can't
even begin
want to smelt
form maga ingots
out of true
righteous life
melt pop
submit glop
divining spring tonic
into divine autumn gin
what sweet music
I'm genuinely hearing
wearing this guilty grin
admit my endless guilt
bear written words
to even begin
even attempt
so implement divine
incline towards
divine building
such perfection
could it be
a servile crutch
out of control
verve and intention
rounding each
contentious
dangerous curve
pretentious nerve
in that collective
blood letting
such alphabetical din
redemption
that should be
relentlessly sensuous
flush rapid words
trickles into floods
describing fumbling
what would
tumbling feelings
deceptively be
should somehow
conceptually become
indescribable sin
not some
idealogic win
inceptual words
striving for truth
speaking honestly
forming new ideas
mouthing new ideals
worthy words
molten lava flowing
from erupting volcanoes
bold rapturous revival
this transformative
informationally fractured
actual worldly formation 
somehow corrupt
this uncouth world
disinformation
where we still
somehow manage
still we are
here breathing
songline dreaming
still we live
here belonging
to our own
sacred dream place
on our own
sacred ground
graceful longing
where blessed truth
where respectful peace
wavers existentially
speaking love
peaceful dove resistance
through clenched teeth
somewhere tough
maybe outer space
still that
rough judgement
enough elite
bitch favouring
unsavoury lies
rich meaningless
artificial flavoring
grudge driven
unsavoury war
officially unwavering
victory a total loss
of strictly meaningful
complete absence
of gifted words
old oral
political sense
most reflective
entrenched and befitting
made-up
cost effective
syllables collectively
careening towards
immoral floss
inflated evidential
selective token speeches
invoking moral words
waving bloody swords
trying to defy gravity
elitists redefining
their very own
sordid trying depravity
reciting refined poems
more speech crazy
crying insanity
those richly paid
elitist mortals
bathed in staid vanity
telling profitable lies
choosing reckless words
relying on a magic alphabet
mystically divining imaginary
relentless sound
unrealistically
trying hard to sell
their feckless own
trying to blissfully
immeasurably lay claim
to treasured
sacred ground

          * * * 

 

your mountains
those high peaks
your long valleys
such deep canyons
blue glacial ice
so many granite fissures
raging blizzards
blowing snow
water symptoms
trickles into streams
everything about you
even crystal clear
pristine alpine lakes
eventually everything though
rushing towards some 
uncharted ocean
what about sacred springs
do you know
what about
miracle fountains
please tell me now
what about ancient
mature forests
I've tried measuring you
your vast wilderness
no wonder love
your mountain treasure
remains so well hidden
maybe it's your landslides
that crafty forever
whipping wind
severe blowing
drafty seemingly forever
funneled down
from alpine caverns
into your lower
unexplored caves
who ever knew
all those tunnels
would lead up
to moral stories
you could be
so finite yet galactic
could it simply be
your solar system eyes
redemptive glory
wanting to reveal
unimaginable horizons
no matter how
but hard I try
whatever it is
that I do or say
with my troubled sight
I doubtless need
to envision more
seek healing light
it comes down 
to blatant excision
you know
so material revision
you know
so precise incision
but still my love
you make me
curl up and cry
after your precision style
where I almost die
every decisive condition
I know I was enticed
by how much
you entranced me
by just how much
you could bleed me
your personal inquisition
torturing my poet soul
even then you watched me
cut myself cut myself cut myself
macerate all my dreams
cut away cut away cut away
incarcerate my inner vision
I should be unchained
done with derision
try to fully heal
me still trying
to somehow envision
deep incisions 
lasting painful visions
why my eclectic heart
deceives my sympathetic
electric neon eyes
my prospective dreams
remained the same
finding me as always
lost somewhere
floundering in love
me far out at sea
sounding deep oceans
me needing to shit and pee
but I can't find a toilet
anywhere with a door
so more and more
that scenic tour
never a closing door
pleasure that
au revoir
I'm drowning here
and still I can't see
though I try to be
that thing you want
for me to change
being whatever
you think you need
be something other
than some tragic love
which so often bleeds
now I'm unstitched
I've broken my tether
I'm no longer haltered
but no matter
how hard I try
thinking I should
stay bound
to your love
stay tied up
even corralled
but I simply can't
soundly
give up my own
lifelong horse race 
my sacred chant
that spiritual face
so I could
take up some other race
so I would
even begin to embrace
all of yours
but I just can't
only yours
this love affair
no matter how
painful this all feels
I'll always know
just how much
love truly cared
but I dare you
frayed I simply can't
I'm gut wrenched
recalling love's kisses
love's sunshine days
such stormy misses
nightly love
romantic plays
I'm static sorry
I'm lost now
we've admittedly lost
love's magic fairy tale
please don't
berate me
I just can't love
I just can't stay
all those last things
love is too  painful
that past special
delirious morning magic
what we would do
all those loving things
what we would say
all those romantic things
feral currents change
gathering storm clouds
cyclones rearrange everything
turn our already cruel world
from worldly blue
to hurricane gray
all those hurtful things
we did and didn't say
after all those 
many tragic things
we just can't
breathe life
back into love
in any way
expect lost love
forgotten dreams
to somehow stay

           * * * 

 

golden kingdom
this loss
golden freedom
detained and chained
then nailed
reticence and innocence
to one
other cross
for sale
plainly impaled
marked down
tied up
by mighty
military might
sales hailed
autocratic power
scale necessary
what failed
as freedom
lies bleeding
war entails
mortal ego
political creed
as token kingdom
typically betrays
real statistical
spiritual need
hammering things
into some
broken place
channeling things
marching upward
into this downward
embracing global race
demand everything
face it
cook up
another cannibal feast
consume both
broth and meat
assume punitive
ambivalent dessert
flambe of sorts
a fire feast
flaming malevolence
consuming relevance
decency and peace
resuming indecent
glorious war
like war was sweet
like war is just
an after dinner treat

            * * * 

 

I'm tripping man
goo goo ga joo
there are
thick carrots
just wanting
popping out
of sacred ground
orange red yellow
even white ones
wanting to feed me
needing to tell me
true garden stories
about what is
below this
pardonable surface
I'm tripping man
wond'ring what's
it all about
if peas and carrots
would just
stop by
let me
see them
maybe all that
reimagined stuff
would simply turn
to violet and purple
give us all
rainbow dreams
instead of gratis violence
freedom Constance
constantly burning
I'm crying man
this trying world
is so fucked up
all Mother's insects
are suddenly disappearing
moving on
to some other
sucking realm
maybe lightning
will strike us
change our souls
to something else
all those birds
falling from
Mother's sky
all those diamonds
that were once
in her eyes
if I could fly again
to blessed Valhalla
I'd virtually fly
where divested warriors
pray to invested Odin
where they
are curiously tested
coming to rest there
when they die
I'm shouting man
all that horrid shit
being flung all around
every political bit
what a fucking noise
what a fucking sound
I'm falling man
hoping to land
on my fucking feet
after all this war
after fucking all
this worldly dissent
costing fucking lives
costing fucking everything
that once meant
truth and peace
prosperity and love
I'm feeling all
so washed up man
just give me
another toxic shove
maybe I'll just fall
into a shallow grave
or maybe I will
run naked and screaming 
through ev'ry crazy
fucked up street
man this world
is fucking wild
all I want 
is love and peace
all we need
is to be heard
why don't we 
just give up
lay down to die
decide to quit
why can't we see
get things right
I guess
they are
tripping man
taking it all
to such extremes
if assassination
is some answer
we should all
just pulled a trigger
then maybe
we'd trip together
reaching so deep
into everyone's 
bleeding heart
don't think
I'm kidding man
because in reality
I'm tripping man
writing these
acid words
painting velcro
not placid pictures
sticking myself
so I feel like
I'm still alive
what if tricks 
make I and we
all fall down
drop hard upon
mercurial red
burning ground
what if 
that resurging lady 
urgently rises
once again
from that deep lake
handing us
lay us down
for us to keep
swords and spears
let us finally
truly see ourselves
our clear reflections
reflected in
malicious mirrors
why can't
simply delicious
be slathered on
our daily bread
why can't we bother
to find
sweet water
pure springs
let holy erupt
all around us
we'd be sipping
purity and sacred things
as all this tripping
tears everything
to bits and pieces
ripping us all
into jailed squares
instead of all that
which sacred brings

            * * * 

 

if I pull
that forceful trigger
I wonder if
I'll regret it
if I remorsefully
hang myself
will I find myself
coarsely dangling
in some concise
forbidden street
if I tersely
drown myself
would anyone
ever miss me
what good advice
if I light myself
on resentful fire
could there be
an absolute end
absolving spent life
of our obvious
tenuous mistakes
could we
ever bend
resolve this
endless trying
what if God
takes me
right here
right now
would I
sense regret
or would I
feel somehow
respectfully proud
of those
respected things
in my life 
that I once had
that I have left
so far behind
what if all
our brilliant music
forever stopped
what if
it never
rained again
would we
find resilience
ever wish
we had
somehow changed
to save ourselves
to save our souls
what would we do
just carry on
drowning forever
in this
mixed up
bloody flood
of depressed blue
what if love
completely disappeared
what if joy
never could appear
would we live
until another day
or would we
decide to choose
to simply
melt away
shoot and hang
our bitter selves
out in some
littered street
drown ourselves
drink up
all life's poison
in some
faceless ocean
hoping to leave
no lasting trace
of this mindless
bloody disgrace
we call
normal life
or is it always
just suicide
for this
strangely deranged
human race

        * * * 

 

what happens
when we see
some end coming
when our dreams
tell us things
that seem
totally unreal
what happens
when prophetic things
enter into
our mortal world
what credit
should we give
to those 
inventive times
when we
surely know
unseen things
are going to occur
should we
have sympathy
for ourselves
can revelation
lead us home
perhaps if we
study stars
try to read
vie to interpret
far off
constellations
decipher revolving
evolving implementation
what if
we truly knew
how some end
would surely come
what if 
our primal dreams
would tell us
penultimate things
that must seem
so intimidating
so damn unreal
perhaps only
committed time
will tell us 
submit truly
how to be
where to go
how things 
will finally admit
to a very end
on this
planetary show
should we
blow up and trend
offended
or be sorry
that we
can't help
but save
our souls
should we 
try to dream
better days
when all 
we dream
are frittered nights
instilled with prayers
that forever bleed
into our bitter lives
events that we 
always wish
we shouldn't need
so if this is
some conventional end
to all 
our retentive dreams 
and intentional hope
so if this is
coming to
that end
to what
we loved
and what
we hoped
perhaps that
tree of life
will still grow
nurture all of us
teach us all
what we truly
should always know
what if
this is just
another side
of eternity
what if this
so called
trusted modernity
is nothing but
some material dream
making us believe
that what happens
is nothing really
never more
but what it seems 

           * * * 

 

I'm burning now
going up in flames
all this bloody trying
forever yearning
I have to wonder
just what ever
have I truly learned
vying for something
all those life long dreams
never really coming true
crying it seems
doesn't get me anywhere
but all those tears
help me wash away
some of my fear
perhaps shed some light
over all these years
on what should be right
what could have been
but so much
past history
still I find
most of it
all that
tragic mystery
sticks with me
brings me 
to this roadside
I know I can't
ever truly hide
but if you
somehow find me
laying on this 
rocky broken road
bleeding and crying
perhaps you'll find
I still have a pulse
but surely
you will see
my heart is truly broken
not just by
lost spoken love
escaping costume life
shedding that lonely
impersonal masquerade
but by all those
other tragic
token storms
that have swept me
out to stormy sea
maybe some day
I shall truly wake
choke all that
loose dirt and gravel
all that choking
ocean water
out of my
constricted throat
I'll try to choose
unrestricted light
and brilliant life
let my heart
be somehow filled
with love and goodness
choose what is right
things that take me
somehow closer
to some righteous light
perhaps sightless time
will let me see
that we're all the same
us human beings
needing love and care
even going there though 
we might not know
why we're here
instead of being there
where we thought
we should truly be
so I'm still burning
going up in smoke
consumed by flames
self immolation
on this broken road
my funeral pyre
along with all those things
I thought I desired
trying not to feel
lost and so ashamed
my careless incineration
wrapped in futile love's 
pathetic tragic attire

             * * * 

 

this crutch world
such is based 
on butch volume
how much
we can
stitch moves
across oceans
land on
foreign lands
those gluttonous
super markets
barking volume
takes a stand
columns of trinkets
those base
clay targets
so say money
translate wealth
every emperor
each political head
stamped and branded
across this
tattooed planet
no ample matter
what overall health
our world is forever
everything in tatters
there is volume
columns and stacks
such a whack
of needless things
but we humans
love all this
glitz and glamour
hammered and enamoured
by bright blinding lights
we are enraptured
with colourful fables
stables of greedy
enabling seedy industry
making it what
consumers must buy
take those rumours
deporting masses
past history
a class mystery
still want
all that need
those earthy coins
recalling mirthful Jack
in his toll box
buy climbing beans
plant timely fairy tales
encourage bean stalks
trade your sacred cow
for same old
some magical dream
another holy show
wholly recollection
in a mindless land
of bland sour cream
and spoiled honey
a voluminous place
stacks and columns
of esoteric space
racks and volumes
rich playful tracks
of perverse erotic joy 
mirroring that shine
of stolen gold
so this shimmering
unfolding world
what we see
what we think
we truly know
move sinfully
criminally along
measure volume
accumulate encapsulated
capital mass
measure pleasure
counting triads
of billionaire cash
when we all
see bloody red
when we do
think we know 
what someone said
measuring things 
trashing sacred earth
blow and other drugs
all up your nose
fake news stash
count your coins
everything is harsh
recount lost freedom
accountability is nothing
but everything
a fake news rash

          * * * 

 

what happens
when sister moon 
decides not to rise
what happens
when mother sun
never shines again
what happens
when oceans
boil or turn to ice
what happens
to mice and men
turning away from truth
when humankind
accept political lies
our yearning world
our burning planet
always forever littered
with trash advice
will earth still turn
or will humankind
launch more missiles
so our world burns
maybe bitter thought
and futile prayers
would help us
but I have my doubts
allowing truth to still
turn in its shallow grave
what if righteous things
were completely different
what if hallowed bells
would lift truth's coffin
out of that unblessed grave
what would God
want to tell us
if only God
would truly speak
what if all Creation
could ever forgive
all this insistent trash
piled so very high
right on top of us
if we would change
rearrange ourselves
perhaps birds
could continue to sing
perhaps epic mountains
would rise above it all
raise some holy blessed voice
why can't we all
make that perfect choice
decide to live together
in respectful peace
sing with reflective harmony
let bountiful mother earth
ounce for ounce
provide for us
feed us blessed food
grant us peaceful life
wouldn't that be
some better choice
instead of ultimate war
and disrespectful lies
instead of trash and vice
perhaps one day
God will show us
how to exist in bliss
let us surely grow
nurture purity once again
that beautiful garden of Eden
if we would sow
those blessed seeds
if only we could
truly see ourselves
through holy eyes
perhaps war would stop
perhaps a myriad of fish
would once again
swim plentiful in ocean schools
recompense for what we've done
all our needy compensity
spoiling every continent
soiled waste and oil slick reality
destroying everything
what about credibility
firing guns and dropping bombs
what if brother moon
could tell us all
there is a better way
but if sometime soon
we don't change
with our destructive ways
sun will refuse to shine
burn us all up
consume us with its
universal retribution
turn us to cinder and ash
remarkably irreversible
supreme solar fire
what should have been
holy blessed Eden days
what kind of space
have we ultimately devised
this mucked up human race
living devious trumped up war
consuming trumped up garbage lies
tossing truth and goodwill
into that hungry fire
tossing love and life
into some deep pit
but God and earth won't forgive
consequential human greed
and all our bloody human desire

                  * * * 

 This is an old poem. Something I wrote back on July 18th, 2006. At that point everything in my life seemed like it was failing and falling apart. I don't remember but I may have published the following poem on my 'Yahoo 360 Blog'. I posted my 'stuff' (writing, ranting, raving, poems, etc.) on my 'Yahoo 360' Blog for four years, from 2006 until July 2010 when Yahoo shut their entire Yahoo 360 Blog down for good. Rereading the following poem I remind myself that for all these years I've been, sort of, in the same headspace and place in my strange life. Photo with this 'poem' is of my beloved dog Tippy (born December 2000 - died April 26th, 2014). I had Tippy from June 2001 until her death, still missing that dog to this day. 

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 July 18, 2006

Everything 
Around me
Is Broken,
my Hammer
my Axe
my Rake
my Shovel
my Hoe
all my Tools.

Everything 
Around me
Is Broken,
my Truck
my Car
my Bus
my Cabin roof
my Fences
my Community Spirit.

Everything
Around me
Is Broken,
my Wether Goat Kid's Leg
my Washing Machine
my Fridge
my Freezer
my Computer
my Relationship.

Everything
Around me
Is Broken,
the Grass
the Plants
the Trees
the Forest 
the Land
my Marriage.

Everything
Around me
Is Broken,
the River
the Lake
the Mountain
the Atmosphere
the Environment
my confidence.

Everything
Around me
Is Broken,
the Animals
the Birds
the Amphibians
the Soil
the Ecosystem
my Dreams.


Everything
Around me
Is Broken,
my Family
my Clan
my Tribe
my Nation
my Country
my Hope.

Everything
Around me
Is Broken,
my Courage
my Faith
my World
my Universe
my Promises

my Heart.

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good god
give me
life and light
grant me
dried figs
sweet nuts
all things
that are good
everything 
that is perfect
everything
that is right
gift me
pure water
just enough
blessed liquid
to ground me
water enough
to refresh me
good god
let me find
profound poetry
midst variegated leaves
let me
attach to flexible twigs
grow strong roots
set me firmly
midst throngs
of wondrous sound
teach me
boundless
concentric motion
so I will
endlessly
truly understand
discover good sense
uncover eccentric notions
finally recover
get emotional me
bless me
with actual freedom
all those factual
rational overtones
bless me
with passionate space
allow me
feeling deep seas
wash me
with empathetic
blue ocean
something evolutionary
shower me
with revolutionary
primal goodness
grant me
voluntary love
good god
allow me
untold volumes
billowing summer
welcome clouds
reveal transitional towers
grand columns
of clear and clean
magnificent air
let ecstatic magic
mix with rasta purity
follow me
so mystically
crystal clean clarity
clear will follow
good god
let charitable
unfolding blooms
fields of bold
tall sunflowers
growing introspective
prospective power
my dreamland
grant me
my physical garden
scarlet runner beans
twining amongst
winter squash
good god
grow apple trees
bless sweet plums
speaking nourishment
reciting enriching psalms
about calm minds
productive hands
sensible neighbourhood
orchards of juicy pears
let blue berries
ripen and flourish
let resilient canes
produce red raspberries
ripe meeting
my ready
ritual tongue
my puckered lips
blood red
after all
sweet joy to eat
all that perfect 
unblemished
spiritual fruit
majestic goodness
unfinished god
feed us
spiritual chemistry 
dessert for food
heady encouragement 
nourishing bread
mineral rich roots
baked and stewed
what mother earth
reverently boasts
abundantly gives us
all her blessed
milk and meat
cheese and roast
good replenishment
pleasing god
grant priestess mother
good priceless earth
perfection's perfect rain
rich enough to grow
fields of gardens
all her
knowing sunflowers
please don't
be hard on us
raise earth up
sprouting seeds
for all of us
all that blessed
introspective purity
all that respectful
reverential praise
god's best poetry
praising her
let us
pleasing goddess
plainly hear
open our eyes
clearly envision
for we want
to clearly know
truth and all that
spiritual goodness
fruit we need
to live and grow
maternal god
freely give us
material goodness
oceans of sharing
granting charity
giving care
to all of  this
respectful afterglow
universal eternity
cosmologic maternity
reflecting all of this
oh so sacred
blessed show

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