Gaia Forgives
Gives suckle to all that lives
In spite of wicked men forgives
Praise Gaia this summer's morn
Gold crown upon her head adorn
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When Gaia Reclaims
Satan rules Earth with fear ‘n terror
By seducing men with gold ‘n power
Drunken fools, care not they error
When Gaia reclaims they will cower
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poem by Ray Lucero
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“gaia
The glory of *Gaia;
The imposing silence of a moon lit night
Countless stars strewn ‘cross night sky
The pale rays of morning sun through trees
Her rivers of cleansing menstrual flow
Her ocean womb
The pregnant smell of fertile soil
The diversity of life inter-dependent
All created to render an Adept worthy of Gaia
That moment when for the first time she exclaims;
“Man…I am yours”
Beautiful words formed by a Divine Goddess
Perfume from her Living/loving Soul breathe forth
Mingling with the perfume of flowers
Ascension;
A moment of “At-One-Meant” that man pays for
with a life of bitter regret and misery...
(Inspired by H.P.B)
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(*The Gaia hypothesis is an ecological hypothesis that proposes that living and nonliving parts of the earth are viewed as a complex interacting system that can be thought of as a single organism)
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Death of Gaia
Gaia, the mother of earth
Gaia, the mother earth
Gaia, the greek goddess
Gaia, the primordial deity
Daughter of Chaos,
Mother of Uranus
Wife of Uranus
Beloved of the goddess
Mother of mankind
Light of the world
Harbinger of energy
Silent smiling mother
What have we done to you?
We have bound you
We have broken you
We have stripped you
We have ripped you
We have raped you
We have scraped you
You came not to destroy,
But to fulfill
But we fulfilled
Your Destruction
poem by Anand Dixit
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Blue, Brown and Gold
Blue, brown and gold, bold, I'll unfold
a portrait drawn upon a train
one summer morn which shall remain
for heart to hold if truth be told.
Brown, gold and blue she sat, smiled too,
to me it seemed true beauty gleamed, -
my spirit teemed with hopes that, teamed,
we'd share love through fair seasons new.
Blue, gold and brown without a frown
she journeyed on, too soon was gone, -
yet still upon my soul she shone.
Brown bag, blue gown, - Life's golden crown!
Blue, brown and gold, cannot grow [c]old
Year in year out their tale is told...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I & I
Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed.
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams.
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Think Ill go out and go for a walk,
Not much happenin here, nothin ever does.
Besides, if she wakes up now, shell just want me to talk
I got nothin to say, specially about whatever was.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Took an untrodden path once, where the swift dont win the race,
It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justices beautiful face
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Outside of two men on a train platform theres nobody in sight,
Theyre waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track.
The world could come to an end tonight, but thats all right.
She should still be there sleepin when I get back.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Noontime, and Im still pushin myself along the road, the darkest part,
Into the narrow lanes, I cant stumble or stay put.
Someone else is speakin with my mouth, but Im listening only to my heart.
Ive made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I And I
Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed.
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams.
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Think Ill go out and go for a walk,
Not much happenin here, nothin ever does.
Besides, if she wakes up now, shell just want me to talk
I got nothin to say, specially about whatever was.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Took an untrodden path once, where the swift dont win the race,
It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justices beautiful face
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Outside of two men on a train platform theres nobody in sight,
Theyre waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track.
The world could come to an end tonight, but thats all right.
She should still be there sleepin when I get back.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
Noontime, and Im still pushin myself along the road, the darkest part,
Into the narrow lanes, I cant stumble or stay put.
Someone else is speakin with my mouth, but Im listening only to my heart.
Ive made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot.
I and i
In creation where ones nature neither honors nor forgives.
I and i
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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There's A Dot
to begin the line
and there's the line to begin the movement
infinity is but imagined finite
and somewhere in this finite
it builds the sphere
geometry has nothing
nothing to do with either Gaia or meters
unless Gaia is Gaia hyper vision
and I believe it is
and meters are a handy sky rendered
to suit the senses
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Oceania
(To the Islands of Hawaii)
Strand of pearls broken
Strewn ‘cross vast waters
Minute volcanic tokens
Gaia's Sons ‘n Daughters
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Songs of Praise the Angels Sang
Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heav’n with alleluias rang,
When creation was begun,
When God spoke and it was done.
Songs of praise awoke the morn
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose when He
Captive led Captivity.
Heav’n and earth must pass away!
Songs of praise shall crown that day!
God will make new heav’ns and earth;
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
And can man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No: the church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
Hymns of glory, songs of praise,
Father, unto Thee we raise;
Jesus, glory unto Thee,
With the Spirit, ever be.
poem by James Montgomery
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15 MINUTES OF ECSTASY (For Lovers)
Before reluctant sun arose
one summer’s morn,
Her lithe, naked body
lay next to me
On downy pillow her flaxen
locks did adorn,
Heated passion thru me rushed
“Oh, sweet agony”
Hungry hands explored the
fullness of her landscape,
I felt the roundness of her breasts
a nipple I did pinch
Ere long, my veiled heart
she’d soon undrape,
She moaned a sigh of pleasure,
and gave a subtle flinch
Two bodies conjoined in bliss
all else did fade away,
Earth nor God Himself
would dare interfere
I in her, her in me
our love we'd not betray,
Our sacred act felt no guilt
as finish then grew near
'15 minutes of ecstasy' as
two lovers fulfilled as one
She morphed into nights Silver Moon,
and I the Central Sun
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Signs Of Fall
It was a ceremony of Sparrows
Their Psalms sung on bare branches
Of Fall
Breaking, 'tis the dawn, through my frosty window
Opening to their crisp
Musical Call
The orange and gold, fallen leaves
Blow their way towards God
And The Aristocrat
Of the Robin-Red-Breast
Leaves his remanents
Upon, The New Fall Sod
The Pumpkins, they are ever ripening...
The Gourds and maze, adorn
Waving it's goodbye in the breeze
The End of Summer
With open arms, welcomed in
Autumns New Morn
The once, moist, glistening of dew
Counted on, during late summer days
Has become crystal-like
To Frosty
With each day, That Autumn Makes her way
The Equinox has now, come and gone
...When hours of light and dark equate
Making it ever
SO Official
That Autumn 'Tis Never Late
poem by Theodora Onken
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You Are Immortal
You are immortal;
When you are in touch with the,
non-physical, elements of yourselves.
How will you handle Gaia’s transition?
You will do this by working with her Goddess Alchemy.
Your body knows the connection between the iron,
in your blood and the iron core of Gaia.
Human blood is an archive of the Cosmos.
That is why evil men spill our precious fluid,
through violence. They want from us,
what they do not see in themselves.
Now is the time to go deeply into your blood,
which is the very source of your individuality.
As you move deeper into awakening,
your blood gets extremely activated.
This is happening now,
as great events are developing.
Our blood is instrumental in processing,
individual and collective karma.
This is painful yet rewarding.
Be warned brethren;
Remove your bodies and consciousness
from all situations that are violent,
except situations where you can act to calm violence.
Look within, not without for immortality…
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Psalm 150
Praise God in his heavenly dwelling;
praise him in his mighty heaven!
Praise him for his mighty works;
praise his unequaled greatness!
Praise him with a blast of the trumpet;
praise him with the lyre and harp!
Praise him with the tambourine and dancing;
praise him with stringed instruments and flutes!
Praise him with a clash of cymbals;
praise him with loud clanging cymbals.
Let everything that lives sing praises to the Lord!
Praise the Lord!!
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Every Day With Jesus
If each believes, then each receives
What Jesus wants to share,
For He's the Lord who will not leave
His precious ones in prayer...
Consider what the Word proclaims,
With blessings and rewards.
God made the stars and gave them names,
So trust the Lord of Lords...
If each forgives, as God forgives,
The Holy Spirit smiles,
For He indwelt the Lord who lives
To overcome His trials...
Anxieties will come and go,
God's peace is here to stay...
Armed with God's Word, His light will glow,
A beacon night and day...
From Bethlehem, where Christ was born,
Fulfilling prophecy,
God shared with us a brand new dawn
The angels yearned to see.
Disciples learn what God reveals...
We know much more than then!
When God restores and Jesus heals,
Let's praise the Lord! Amen...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Upon The Same Event
WHEN, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn
The tidings past of servitude repealed,
And of that joy which shook the Isthmian Field,
The rough Aetolians smiled with bitter scorn.
''Tis known,' cried they, 'that he, who would adorn
His envied temples with the Isthmian crown,
Must either win, through effort of his own,
The prize, or be content to see it worn
By more deserving brows.--Yet so ye prop,
Sons of the brave who fought at Marathon,
Your feeble spirits! Greece her head hath bowed,
As if the wreath of liberty thereon
Would fix itself as smoothly as a cloud,
Which, at Jove's will, descends on Pelion's top.'
poem by William Wordsworth
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Gaia
Notes:
Jt on sony.com: there is a theory suggested by the planetologist john lovelock, that life (on earth) is one inter connected, self regulating organism (watch out). he named it the gaia theory aft
E ancient greek earth goddess (evidently).
Your basic tree huggers anthem.
The sky was light and the land all dark
The sun rose up over central park
I was walking home from work
Gaia
The petal sky and the rosy dawn
The world turning on the burning sun
Sacred wet green one we live on
Gaia
Run run run run said the automobile and we ran
Run for your life take to your heels
Foolish school of fish on wheels
Gaia
Turn away from your animal kind
Try to leave your body just to live in your mind
Leave your cold cruel mother earth behind
Gaia
As if you were your own creation
As if you were the chosen nation
And the world around you just a rude and
Dangerous invasion
Gaia
Someones got to stop us now
Save us from us gaia
No ones gonna stop us now
We thought we ought to walk awhile
So we left that town in a single file
Up and up and up mile after mile after mile
We reached the tree line and I dropped my pack
Sat down on my haunches and I looked back down
Over the mountain
Helpless and speechless and breathless
Gaia
Pray for the forest pray to the tree
Pray for the fish in the deep blue sea
Pray for yourself and for gods sake
Say one for me
Poor wretched unbeliever
Someones got to stop us now
Save us from us gaia
No ones gonna stop us now
song performed by by James Taylor
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Golden Visions
GOLDEN VISIONS
Written by Chris Cornell
Studio Demo
(Lyrics transcribed by Will Haines)
Shame
I don't know why
All the fiction of your sleeping
Doesn't visit you awake
I don't know how
To get your storybook sunrise
To follow you above your cloudy day
All these gifts should lay upon you
With heaven painted on you
I wish this now with all my soul
(chorus)
May all your visions turn to gold
To have and hold
May all your visions turn to gold
May all your visions turn to gold
To have and hold
May all your visions turn to gold
Terrified
The world will never turn to look at you
And the sun won't see you shine
Children's lives
For rose could bless just from your smilin'
And the water form a crown
Only better luck should greet you
The road should rise to meet you
I wish this now with all I know
(chorus)
Mmmmmmmm. . .
Lives inside your winter
Feel the cold wind blowing
Cutting through your head and your ears
Feel the fire growing
No more frozen danger
No more wretched
I stumbled
Fear
(chorus)
song performed by by Audioslave
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Juno Gave the Summer
A sun for hearts – tempered rhythm in her flares;
The naked tan – bikini line a cry for stares;
Gregarious green, beguiled by colours en rapport –
The park’s alive! So what’s to hanker after more?
Children scream while parents dream their fantasies,
Igniting under brilliance –
They think they share resilience to the
Ultraviolet hues;
To lie displayed au naturel
Is what they’d rather choose!
And Helios peers at lovers in their
Heady worlds: vibrant leas to
Roam in hand; calming seas –
Satin sand insensible as
Water runs her ripples cross the
Shore – so like the park, it really
Cries for very little more!
In the garden, roses clamber for attention –
Pouting blooms, wafting scent –
Our floral monarch June’s event!
And fingers green receive the praise
From toiling hard for coloured blaze.
Compelled, I walk the countenance of sunny June
As Mother Nature danced amok in her saloon
Of roaring life, that came of youth in early spring
And nurtured in maternal warmth beneath her wing.
Eyes bedewed, I mellow in a reverie
– Hope renewed –
As Juno saw to suckle me with
Quintessential summer.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
Summer summer June summer June in summer summer
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Psalm 150
Praise the Lord of the morning
When the sun rises from its sleep
Praise the Lord for His excellent greatness
For His beauty makes me weep
Praise the Lord when the darkness falls
And the moon rises high above
Praise the Lord for His majestic glory
And His everlasting love
Praise the Lord in the winter
When the snow falls on the ground
Praise the Lord for His glorious presence
When we stand upon holy ground
Praise the Lord of the summer
When the days are warm and long
Praise the Lord for His magnificent splendor
And the saints shall sing a new song
Praise the Lord of the springtime
When the blossoms on the tree
Praise the Lord for His holiness
And for the Blood that set us free
Praise the Lord of the Autumn
When the leaves fall to the ground
Praise the Lord for His faithfulness
And that His grace abounds
Praise the Lord when your happy
And there's a smile upon your face
Praise the Lord for His mercy
And for His saving grace
Praise the Lord when you're in despair
And your pierced by a fiery dart
Praise the Lord for HIs loving kindness
That restores your broken heart
Praise the Lord with your last breath
As you lie upon your bed
Praise the Lord for His promises
To raise you from the dead
Praise the Lord for all eternity
As you gather around His throne
Praise the Lord for His incredible beauty
As you worship Him alone
Let trumpet, harp and timbrel praise
And dance before the King
Let all with breath praise the Lord
And with their voices sing
Hallelujah to the King of Kings
We worship and bow down
We sing to you forever more
And we will crown Him with many crowns
poem by Frank McEleny
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No Time Like The Old Time
THERE is no time like the old time, when you and I were young,
When the buds of April blossomed, and the birds of spring-time sung!
The garden's brightest glories by summer suns are nursed,
But oh, the sweet, sweet violets, the flowers that opened first!
There is no place like the old place, where you and I were born,
Where we lifted first our eyelids on the splendors of the morn
From the milk-white breast that warmed us, from the clinging arms that
bore,
Where the dear eyes glistened o'er us that will look on us no more!
There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared our morning days,
No greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise
Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold;
But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
There is no love like the old love, that we courted in our pride;
Though our leaves are falling, falling, and we're fading side by side,
There are blossoms all around us with the colors of our dawn,
And we live in borrowed sunshine when the day-star is withdrawn.
There are no times like the old times,--they shall never be forgot!
There is no place like the old place,--keep green the dear old spot!
There are no friends like our old friends,--may Heaven prolong their
lives
There are no loves like our old loves,--God bless our loving wives!
poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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