VALUES

THE VALUE OF ALBERT EINSTEIN'S BRAIN = IS RELATIVE

UNDERSTANDING

THE LOGIC THAT IS BEHIND RELIGION IS IMPOSSIBLE

THERE ARE NO POCKETS

IN A BURIAL SHROUD !

WILD FOREST WOOD

Here is the wisdom of yesterday passed
Blown by the cool wind of ever last
Into my cloister of deep dark device
Making me shiver the coldest of ice

Here lays heartbreak who knows her name
Kept close to conscience carried in shame
Along the green pathway of doubt or denial
Only her beauty her love makes me smile

Here is the knowledge use it for good
Carry the message from wild forest wood
Into the thicket of so densely green
She is the essence of my eternal dream

WE EXPECTED EMPATHY

WE RECEIVED RIDICULE AND MISUNDERSTANDING

MORE OR LESS?

Intuition says so much
To all who live without crutch
Feelings impart truthfulness
Emotionally more or less

Imagination opens here
To take away a darkest fear
Dreams become real images of lust
The misery of loss or trust

APPEARANCES

This is heaven and bliss upon earth

The garden of eden from our very birth

Golden edged memories of primeaval life

Sweep down through existence bread butter knife

This is the pinacle of all that we know

The sky above heads the ground set below

The oceans the rivers the highest of peaks

This magic reveals to the Pagan who seeks

This is a pentacle for the horned one

Sacred beloved the stars moon the sun

Worship those elements reaping the seed

Giving the rewards for humanities greed

PART OF A PAGANS WISH

By this pagan law we must
In blissful sex and love entrust
Live allow all others to live
Fairly share then fairly give

Tread the circle thrice around
To quieten spirits without sound
To make the magic every time
The passionate words are spoke in rhyme

Light of eye so soft in touch
Say so little yet hear so much
Honour the ancients in deed then name
Allow love and sex be our guides again

Deosil turn by this waxing moon
Sing then dance our joyful rune
Widdershins by that waning moon
Chanting out that baneful rune

When my lovers moon is new
I shall kiss her hands two times two
When the moon rises to her peak
Then our heart’s desire shall seek

THREE THOUGHTS

You cannot be forced to dance against this path

Face energies within then summon up the wrath

To change the petulant the ignorant the fool

Challenge the obvious question their rule

You cannot be enslaved to a creed of cross

keep the stone rolling no gathering of moss

Down along hillside into valley then glen

Into the warm hearts of spirited men

You cannot be controlled by medieval tale

The constraints of celibacy wasted sperm of gaol

Useless rejected splashed against stone wall

In fantasy or imagery along the blissful hall

THE DANCE CONTINUES

The time has come to delve within
Search deep inside within the skin
To find the source of magical awe
Acknowledge now this cosmic law

The time is now sweet paradise
Despite the intricate clerical lies
The truth is plain it's simply true
Hidden within rooms inside of you

The time is long but it's all so short
Natures favours cannot be bought
So stay still then listen for her tune
Look for her at the rising of the moon

The time has passed beyond your sleep
The tears of sadness upon friendly cheek
Tells a story to the faithful gathered here
The dance continues onward without fear

HEAVEN

IS ON EARTH

IN THE FOREST

WE EXPECTED SYMPATHY

ALL THAT WE RECEIVE IS INTOLERANCE

THE SHAME OF HUMANITY

THE UNFAITHFUL

Live in joyous bliss
staying true to heart and feeling
Living in a paradise upon earth
for no other one exists!

THE LORD OF GREEN

The Lord of green is in between me and you
He sees every single thing we do
From briar hedgerow with watching eye
From tree top haven high up in sky

The Lord of green is in hedonistic bliss
The seeds of fruit or intimate kiss
Stem from water flowing deep within
To the heart or soul wherein we begin

The Lord of green is not far from us all
Ever present behind high garden wall
Growing existing observing the way
Nothing can change that part of the day

OUT OF THE ARCHERS VIEW

All of these thoughts in superstition

Becoming visions of premonition

Sublime the same mundane unchanged

Revamped reworked then rearranged

All of these dreams in romanticism

Become barriers then bars of the inner prison

Holding back in embarrased denial

The errors first without the trial

All of these ideas in creative swill

Mixed then churned before keeping still

Hidden or revealed to those few who knew

How to stay out of the archers view

IMAGINE

A World without government
A society without oppresion
A thought without creed
Imagination without censorship

OVER THE STONE

Tonight is a night for Pagan fornication
Around stones in joyful celebration
With our left hand out our right hand in
Performing the magic of withershin

By the moonlit sky we taste her scent
Following blindly where ever she went
With our third eye open our two eyes closed
To her service now our time disposed

Tonight is a night for the Pagan ritual
Evoking passion for the sexual spiritual
With our deepest desire our hearts are hot
Over the stone the only bed we've got

Tonight is a night for satisfaction of lust
In honour to earth each deepening thrust
With our orgasms growing deep within
Exploding our climax planting fertile seed in

THE FAITHFUL

Still await their Judgement
They shall wait long and die unhappy
Only discovering their life, as they lose this one.

WE EXPECTED LOVE

ALL WE RECEIVED WAS HATRED

Cosmic law

Come over here now take one look
devoutly swear upon holy book
It's time alright we're passing by
We live our lives then quietly die

Our tree is growing can't you see
A branch of ancient history
The years marked out in annual rings
the magic of what Nature brings

A star filled sky is above our head
Left speechless now no more was said
A vision of this then I'm in awe
Respect the magic of this cosmic law

Come over to me now join right in
The race has ended we cannot win
A time for them to start once more
Take comfort within the Senchus Mor

We expected peace

WE RECEIVE ONLY VIOLENCE

TO THE SPIRITS

When you were old but young
The first song was being sung
To a totally different tune
To the Ogham rune
To the Pagan Earth
To the elements of Nature
To the spirits of water
To the spirits of air
To the spirits of Fire
To the spirits of Earth

WAR PIGS

The dust settles on religious few
who gather for communion
In celebration of the fallen
with red poppies worn in pride

Will they ever learn will they ever turn
away from their military might
Many Mothers cry when sons and lovers die
the roar of cannon fire all through the night

The war pig stumbles upon dead or dying
Clutching a Bible in prophecy crying
Happy for His Lord is coming He says
To wipe away sin turning night into days

WHAT COULD IT BE

It could be silence it could be words
The whispers within hearts are heard
In a book of shadows where it burns so bright
A continuous candle between dark and light

It could be violence it could be peace
A miracle gift by commander in chiefs
In a biblical tale where no men have wings
Divided detested doing terrible things

It could be heaven it could be hell
To continue under a religious spell
It's no mans folly the simple fool
Follows without question the unbroken rule

MYSTICAL EXPERIENCE

Around the blazing flames of fire
In denial of our hearts desire
We throng in humble servitude
We gather the lowly multitude

A subtle essence pervades all self
the leprechaun and pixie elf
A foundation of all that is or is not
the deepest memories that time forgot

The essence is all the essence is real
it moves us forward then makes us feel
The emptiness for the art of none
reality essence for thou art the one

I WALK

In the shadow of the ancestors
I dream in rivers of fast moving time
In the fields of wild clover
Within the meadows of growing thyme

THE INTELLECTUAL PARADE

Is in disarray
in decay
falling silent without sound
a lost scent unto the hound

THE BIGGEST MISTAKE WE MAKE

Is not saying I love you more

I do

Love

You

DESTINATIONS

Along this path of wisdom dawning
On to the dreams of tomorrow morning
Where hedonism then self elevation
become the symbols of this global nation

Serving up to the religious few
Hindu,Muslim,Christian, Jew
Hide behind your golden towers
tremble in darkness by the hour

These pessimist dreams the pious fool
dominated bound then made to rule
Reading books of medieval passion
like mercy or love ever went out of fashion

Along the way where Erin is calling
in the long grass where our dreams are falling
In ecstasy then sexual bliss
the culmination of a good bye kiss

THE DANCE BEGINS