She helps the heaving midnight mother
bring a baby, bring another,
She our leader, she our lover,
She our boon.
She wakes the waves and wills the
weather,
Makes the magic moonlit heather,
Where we come and lie together.
She our sight of things unseen,
She our soft our sweet Selene,
She our hope, our help, our Queen,
Come let us praise the Moon.  
There's an image of hope in a crumbling town
a shaft of light as the sun goes down
that calmly tells us that it's alright
remember
day exists eternally alongside endless night
no need to worry just because you have to die
see how many went before you
and how comfortably they lie
no need to feel imprisoned by the barriers you see
their strength is weakness
sense the possibilities
there is no power that can hold you
when your heart is free.


There's a quiet man sitting beside a stream
watching the ripples of life's long dream
wondering as it goes chuckling by
and thinking
"I am always everything that ever is alive.
"There was no beginning there will never be an end
"listen to the spirits heed the messages they send
"concrete made illusions like reflections on a pond
"are real until you reach out
"scattering they're gone
"I am you as you are all and every thing is one."
For a son not to bury his father
A father must bury his son
For ever the old must be ended
That ever the new be begun
And autumn must turn into winter
that spring may return with the sun

So know at the death of your parents
You have saved them a terrible pain
They know as they look on your grieving
That you will be with them again.
You see I had been dreaming
I dreamt I had been seeing
I seemed to see a warning
that warned me of the seeming

I felt that I had known
That knowing was a feeling
and feeling was revealing
that nothing could be known

And there was the beginning
of nothing ever ending
never ever blending
with all the ends' beginnings

And the end is the beginning
and the beginning is the end
the everything they send
and the nothing ever spinning.
Me and the universe,
the universe and me.
Everything I say Everything I
see
Me and the universe
the universe and me.

The movements of the stars
make the things you do
the things you do
move the stars too.

Things that are the same
are the same thing
me and the universe
the universe sings.
I came to see the storm

To see the colours in the clouds

To see the struggle of the light
To feel the power raging loud

To see the old air swept away
The wreck of poorly rooted trees

The Thunder God has come to play

I would be one who sees

And in the beating of the rain
In the whipping of the gale

If you see me lightning lit
From some shelter in the dale

Do not waste a thought on me
Do not wish me in the warm

I am where I sought to be

I came to see the storm
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MUSIC IS POWER

- On its own, but all the more so when combined with powerful language...

Women have always loved  the poets... and who have the poets become? Who is it that
the young women love nowadays? The pop stars. They tell us their poems through music
and then  there is a music industry which is very powerful and run by rich men with  
agendas, who will sign you up if you sing what they want people to hear and do it to a
memorable tune - of to a combination of previously memorable tunes supplied on a
computer and mashed up according to the preferences of the prospective audience.

But - this system of control is breaking down now that the musicians are employing more
esoteric means than previously to access the golden places the songs come from, and
ingesting healthier white powders than previously to help achieve the high-spin state
required to pick up messages worthy of being transmitted.

Of course, some poets just inhabit those realms naturally.....
Twelve around 1