–Poesy by Skadi meic Beorh

Words To The Loving Anarchic Heart

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Awake not, child, to find all leaves turned brown

and Summer gone; Summer afire, lain waste

by Autumn’s hand presaging Winter’s frown;

its trick of death so bitter to the taste.

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Work diligent at tearing down all schools

which hinder Freedom that, at ev’ry turn,

labors beneath bright smiles of moral fools

binding with cords of trust that blind and burn.

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Water

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I gazed into a water

and there saw the face of a stranger.

It was kind, like water…

like unto the touch of a healer.

I could not gather sadness

for the fields had long been gleaned

and so I gazed in wonder at the water…

through the water

into the deep.

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We are the tribe that never sleeps.

We are the messengers of wind.

We are the ministers of fire…

life has no end

life has no end

From the deepness came those words,

shadows creeping through a storm

and silently I understood

the mirror image, mirror form

gazing at me dispassionately,

cunningly, patient and kind.

I love the rain, I love the storm

and how I love the wind.

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O, the joy of being filled with fire

and vast, dark skies…

the ecstasy of knowing

without thought, reason or lies.

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The water path is hidden from

the soul who will not still

its searching, bleeding, clinging being

crying to be filled.

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The water path seems wondrous,

frightening, strange…

stranger to bless

the clanging paths of neon nights

and nomad drunkenness.

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