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Hymn to Plunderers
When I think of all who have come
to rape this land of its bounties
vikings
romans
tories
I wonder if the land itself
is where we learn
our Britishness:
we do not crumble
in the taking of treasures,
we thrive in times
of deep agony
healing over
and over again
just as she
was pillaged
robbed
sacrificed
in the name of
gold & greed.
There’s a lot to be said
about the spirit of place
how to be British
is to be made of steel
...
to rape this land of its bounties
vikings
romans
tories
I wonder if the land itself
is where we learn
our Britishness:
we do not crumble
in the taking of treasures,
we thrive in times
of deep agony
healing over
and over again
just as she
was pillaged
robbed
sacrificed
in the name of
gold & greed.
There’s a lot to be said
about the spirit of place
how to be British
is to be made of steel
...
#Britain
#courage
#determination
#pagan
#strength
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Hymn to Plunderers
When I think of all who have come
to rape this land of its bounties
vikings
romans
tories
I wonder if the land itself
is where we learn
our Britishness:
we do not crumble
in the taking of treasures,
we thrive in times
of deep agony
healing over
and over again
just as she
was pillaged
robbed
sacrificed
in the name of
gold & greed.
There’s a lot to be said
about the spirit of place
how to be British
is to be made of steel
...
to rape this land of its bounties
vikings
romans
tories
I wonder if the land itself
is where we learn
our Britishness:
we do not crumble
in the taking of treasures,
we thrive in times
of deep agony
healing over
and over again
just as she
was pillaged
robbed
sacrificed
in the name of
gold & greed.
There’s a lot to be said
about the spirit of place
how to be British
is to be made of steel
...
#Britain
#courage
#determination
#pagan
#strength
13 reads
0 Comments
Hymn to Plunderers
When I think of all who have come
to rape this land of its bounties
vikings
romans
tories
I wonder if the land itself
is where we learn
our Britishness:
we do not crumble
in the taking of treasures,
we thrive in times
of deep agony
healing over
and over again
just as she
was pillaged
robbed
sacrificed
in the name of
gold & greed.
There’s a lot to be said
about the spirit of place
how to be British
is to be made of steel
...
to rape this land of its bounties
vikings
romans
tories
I wonder if the land itself
is where we learn
our Britishness:
we do not crumble
in the taking of treasures,
we thrive in times
of deep agony
healing over
and over again
just as she
was pillaged
robbed
sacrificed
in the name of
gold & greed.
There’s a lot to be said
about the spirit of place
how to be British
is to be made of steel
...
#Britain
#courage
#determination
#pagan
#strength
13 reads
0 Comments
Hymn to Plunderers
When I think of all who have come
to rape this land of its bounties
vikings
romans
tories
I wonder if the land itself
is where we learn
our Britishness:
we do not crumble
in the taking of treasures,
we thrive in times
of deep agony
healing over
and over again
just as she
was pillaged
robbed
sacrificed
in the name of
gold & greed.
There’s a lot to be said
about the spirit of place
how to be British
is to be made of steel
...
to rape this land of its bounties
vikings
romans
tories
I wonder if the land itself
is where we learn
our Britishness:
we do not crumble
in the taking of treasures,
we thrive in times
of deep agony
healing over
and over again
just as she
was pillaged
robbed
sacrificed
in the name of
gold & greed.
There’s a lot to be said
about the spirit of place
how to be British
is to be made of steel
...
#Britain
#courage
#determination
#pagan
#strength
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A Prayer to Little Gods
Giving thanks
to all the little gods
of house plants
mascara
and traffic lights
the world is alive
with magic and dreams
so I leave alms
at the alter of little gods
with hope they weave
the tapestry of me
with compassion
and not disdain
to find more fertile souls
[an ex perchance]
to ply their fateful trade
now for my daily communion
fighting eyelashes
as I race the lights to work
to all the little gods
of house plants
mascara
and traffic lights
the world is alive
with magic and dreams
so I leave alms
at the alter of little gods
with hope they weave
the tapestry of me
with compassion
and not disdain
to find more fertile souls
[an ex perchance]
to ply their fateful trade
now for my daily communion
fighting eyelashes
as I race the lights to work
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#pagan
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6 Comments
A Prayer to Little Gods
Giving thanks
to all the little gods
of house plants
mascara
and traffic lights
the world is alive
with magic and dreams
so I leave alms
at the alter of little gods
with hope they weave
the tapestry of me
with compassion
and not disdain
to find more fertile souls
[an ex perchance]
to ply their fateful trade
now for my daily communion
fighting eyelashes
as I race the lights to work
to all the little gods
of house plants
mascara
and traffic lights
the world is alive
with magic and dreams
so I leave alms
at the alter of little gods
with hope they weave
the tapestry of me
with compassion
and not disdain
to find more fertile souls
[an ex perchance]
to ply their fateful trade
now for my daily communion
fighting eyelashes
as I race the lights to work
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#pagan
339 reads
6 Comments
A Prayer to Little Gods
Giving thanks
to all the little gods
of house plants
mascara
and traffic lights
the world is alive
with magic and dreams
so I leave alms
at the alter of little gods
with hope they weave
the tapestry of me
with compassion
and not disdain
to find more fertile souls
[an ex perchance]
to ply their fateful trade
now for my daily communion
fighting eyelashes
as I race the lights to work
to all the little gods
of house plants
mascara
and traffic lights
the world is alive
with magic and dreams
so I leave alms
at the alter of little gods
with hope they weave
the tapestry of me
with compassion
and not disdain
to find more fertile souls
[an ex perchance]
to ply their fateful trade
now for my daily communion
fighting eyelashes
as I race the lights to work
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#pagan
339 reads
6 Comments
A Prayer to Little Gods
Giving thanks
to all the little gods
of house plants
mascara
and traffic lights
the world is alive
with magic and dreams
so I leave alms
at the alter of little gods
with hope they weave
the tapestry of me
with compassion
and not disdain
to find more fertile souls
[an ex perchance]
to ply their fateful trade
now for my daily communion
fighting eyelashes
as I race the lights to work
to all the little gods
of house plants
mascara
and traffic lights
the world is alive
with magic and dreams
so I leave alms
at the alter of little gods
with hope they weave
the tapestry of me
with compassion
and not disdain
to find more fertile souls
[an ex perchance]
to ply their fateful trade
now for my daily communion
fighting eyelashes
as I race the lights to work
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#pagan
339 reads
6 Comments
A Prayer to Little Gods
Giving thanks
to all the little gods
of house plants
mascara
and traffic lights
the world is alive
with magic and dreams
so I leave alms
at the alter of little gods
with hope they weave
the tapestry of me
with compassion
and not disdain
to find more fertile souls
[an ex perchance]
to ply their fateful trade
now for my daily communion
fighting eyelashes
as I race the lights to work
to all the little gods
of house plants
mascara
and traffic lights
the world is alive
with magic and dreams
so I leave alms
at the alter of little gods
with hope they weave
the tapestry of me
with compassion
and not disdain
to find more fertile souls
[an ex perchance]
to ply their fateful trade
now for my daily communion
fighting eyelashes
as I race the lights to work
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#pagan
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6 Comments
Power
I want the Sun,
drum-beating,
throbbing on a salt water sky,
I want sand,
I want skin and the arc armed spine
lifting up to stretch from relaxation or test,
I want bare nails, bare kisses,
the unapologetic liquor in a clipped on tin,
rucksacks, nudity,
child-free quietness,
rest in the organs of me,
I want bodies
moved to immovability,
touched by tomorrow
and yesterday and today.
I want expansion,
to eat the cherries off your tongue,
to tie knots in all your...
drum-beating,
throbbing on a salt water sky,
I want sand,
I want skin and the arc armed spine
lifting up to stretch from relaxation or test,
I want bare nails, bare kisses,
the unapologetic liquor in a clipped on tin,
rucksacks, nudity,
child-free quietness,
rest in the organs of me,
I want bodies
moved to immovability,
touched by tomorrow
and yesterday and today.
I want expansion,
to eat the cherries off your tongue,
to tie knots in all your...
#power
#summer
#pagan
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3 Comments
Power
I want the Sun,
drum-beating,
throbbing on a salt water sky,
I want sand,
I want skin and the arc armed spine
lifting up to stretch from relaxation or test,
I want bare nails, bare kisses,
the unapologetic liquor in a clipped on tin,
rucksacks, nudity,
child-free quietness,
rest in the organs of me,
I want bodies
moved to immovability,
touched by tomorrow
and yesterday and today.
I want expansion,
to eat the cherries off your tongue,
to tie knots in all your...
drum-beating,
throbbing on a salt water sky,
I want sand,
I want skin and the arc armed spine
lifting up to stretch from relaxation or test,
I want bare nails, bare kisses,
the unapologetic liquor in a clipped on tin,
rucksacks, nudity,
child-free quietness,
rest in the organs of me,
I want bodies
moved to immovability,
touched by tomorrow
and yesterday and today.
I want expansion,
to eat the cherries off your tongue,
to tie knots in all your...
#power
#summer
#pagan
143 reads
3 Comments
Power
I want the Sun,
drum-beating,
throbbing on a salt water sky,
I want sand,
I want skin and the arc armed spine
lifting up to stretch from relaxation or test,
I want bare nails, bare kisses,
the unapologetic liquor in a clipped on tin,
rucksacks, nudity,
child-free quietness,
rest in the organs of me,
I want bodies
moved to immovability,
touched by tomorrow
and yesterday and today.
I want expansion,
to eat the cherries off your tongue,
to tie knots in all your...
drum-beating,
throbbing on a salt water sky,
I want sand,
I want skin and the arc armed spine
lifting up to stretch from relaxation or test,
I want bare nails, bare kisses,
the unapologetic liquor in a clipped on tin,
rucksacks, nudity,
child-free quietness,
rest in the organs of me,
I want bodies
moved to immovability,
touched by tomorrow
and yesterday and today.
I want expansion,
to eat the cherries off your tongue,
to tie knots in all your...
#power
#summer
#pagan
143 reads
3 Comments
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