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If we were gods and goddesses, But we are... you are... and so am I and so is he and they... We are boundless swirls of D.N.A., Waves of energy play. We bubble like ancient telephones, All on the same exchange. We send faxes without machines Speak without words, And God is in your coffee cup... Does she play dice... she does, she does, She plays and laughs... at the tyranny Of needs and musts. If we were gods and goddess We would flow like seas... 5. Doom Ghosts I am a witch I heal dogs, and help the grass to grow I speak to birds, And particularly owls, gather herbs on the full moon and frighten patriarchs... I threaten those who wish to market the universe So they burn the competition... I have been burned nine million times And I, am still, alive... She is the great goddess She is the great goddess, She made the world the life force in trees and the rhythm of tides that follow her bleeding... Once she was everywhere, men and women lived in her seasons, They loved where they would, With no priests robbing her blessings. What is she, mother goddess. She is trees, and seas, and rocks and fish and horses foaling, hens laying, and the bliss of every leaf... (Gilli Smyth) 8. Spirit Lover (to be posted) (Steffe) 9. We Walk The Streets - Gilli Smyth We walked through the streets as if they were snakes, but their skins never fell, and beneath gasped the children of our antiquity, the memory of our power. We walked through the streets, we walked through the streets, like snakes with old scales, glued to our nakedness and tongues flicked into the oily syrup of air. the fear of vulnerability, the vulnerability of fear... we walked through the streets as if we had always done so, and cold winds of forked tongues licked screams upon our lobes, perhaps our own the streets walked through us, and as we now gasped beneath water from our eyes washed our dead scales and the curled bone of a leather finger pointed to a moth, or perhaps the moon as the naked shadows of our indigina, our indigina, melted like alcohol into the wind... The streets walked, the streets walked, and we rose off them like steam to curl onward, to forget. and shells whispered spirals on the shores of our silence as the moons around our heart could be quiet no longer! they called, ullulated to their oceans, rivers, puddles, rains, clouds, blood, like a lobsters death cry, a planet cracking like an egg. The sun cracked, the galaxy cracked, the universe scracked, curling our fingers of steam, with skins of leather, into embryos... and the streets ran, and the streets ran! shimmered, ran, shimmered, coiled, shimmered, steamed, into scales that fell like crystal tears, to shatter upon the earth, and become the mist it once was... Father lies, mother cries, streetwise... 10. Goddess Love Oranges - Gilli Smyth (to be posted) 11. Lets GLO - Steffe (to be posted) 12. Back to the Sea - Gilli Smyth I remember ancient magics that moved huge stones and cured all illnesses. I remember the boy who became a bird, The fish who walked out of the sea as a woman, giants, mermaids, sorcerers... and the waters of sight. Back to the sea, Back to the sea. top of page |
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