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Post by eapoe666 on Mar 16, 2005 13:14:36 GMT -5
The oceans formed by tears of the gods Fill up the Mother's cup Pollute the Lady's body, The land below erupts into the sky above, capturing smoke flame & ash the lava spilling forth, as waves collapse...
utter destruction, rages the land. ravage the sky, heal the sand. breathe in this world, and live remember you tide, your time, your end.
the end is the begining oroborous the eternal breath of gaia mother of mothers create...destroy... and create anew
the swelter of the summer the coming flood of the monsoon
Veiled darkness of moonless nights The inspiring coldness of coming winters
The winds ripple rivers, oceans and seas. only a taste is left on our lips, of what was once. Seasons arise, seasons fall, naked branches have been striped, for the soon-to-be winter.
Autumn's leaves cry out forsaken, The crimson snow appearing here, Mother's rage now blind, awaken, The waves are crushed beneath thy fear.
[glow=red,2,300]If life can rush from brush unshaken Then why does winter wind blow near? If earth is dead, it's air all taken Then would spring's cries still find ears? If nature's cycle can't awaken Will we drown in God's thick tears?[/glow]
Kat P.S. My first version was better but I accidentally deleted it. (gotta love being technology-illiterate)
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BrianT
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Post by BrianT on Mar 26, 2005 17:58:37 GMT -5
The oceans formed by tears of the gods Fill up the Mother's cup Pollute the Lady's body, The land below erupts into the sky above, capturing smoke flame & ash the lava spilling forth, as waves collapse...
utter destruction, rages the land. ravage the sky, heal the sand. breathe in this world, and live remember you tide, your time, your end.
the end is the begining oroborous the eternal breath of gaia mother of mothers create...destroy... and create anew
the swelter of the summer the coming flood of the monsoon
Veiled darkness of moonless nights The inspiring coldness of coming winters
The winds ripple rivers, oceans and seas. only a taste is left on our lips, of what was once. Seasons arise, seasons fall, naked branches have been striped, for the soon-to-be winter.
Autumn's leaves cry out forsaken, The crimson snow appearing here, Mother's rage now blind, awaken, The waves are crushed beneath thy fear.
If life can rush from brush unshaken Then why does winter wind blow near? If earth is dead, it's air all taken Then would spring's cries still find ears? If nature's cycle can't awaken Will we drown in God's thick tears?
When death brushes, shaking winter's wind deals the killing blow. When the earth dies, suffocating under the weight of man spring falls back, crying acid rain that dissolves Mother's ears. When Mother sleeps we drown in Father's thick blood.
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Post by DarkWinterDreams on Mar 31, 2005 1:39:59 GMT -5
For if we still have life within Will the world still too? Guarding over all that is The eternal watching doth reply And sun swept expanse cries out for more
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Mar 31, 2005 2:09:01 GMT -5
The oceans formed by tears of the gods Fill up the Mother's cup Pollute the Lady's body, The land below erupts into the sky above, capturing smoke flame & ash the lava spilling forth, as waves collapse...
utter destruction, rages the land. ravage the sky, heal the sand. breathe in this world, and live remember you tide, your time, your end.
the end is the begining oroborous the eternal breath of gaia mother of mothers create...destroy... and create anew
the swelter of the summer the coming flood of the monsoon
Veiled darkness of moonless nights The inspiring coldness of coming winters
The winds ripple rivers, oceans and seas. only a taste is left on our lips, of what was once. Seasons arise, seasons fall, naked branches have been striped, for the soon-to-be winter.
Autumn's leaves cry out forsaken, The crimson snow appearing here, Mother's rage now blind, awaken, The waves are crushed beneath thy fear.
If life can rush from brush unshaken Then why does winter wind blow near? If earth is dead, it's air all taken Then would spring's cries still find ears? If nature's cycle can't awaken Will we drown in God's thick tears?
When death brushes, shaking winter's wind deals the killing blow. When the earth dies, suffocating under the weight of man spring falls back, crying acid rain that dissolves Mother's ears. When Mother sleeps we drown in Father's thick blood.
For if we still have life within Will the world still too? Guarding over all that is The eternal watching doth reply And sun swept expanse cries out for more
It's a plesureable feeling, To rub salt into the wounds. Care not what others think, Only love what is true. What is faithful, and you can't find anything, More so, then the land. Take away the anger. Take away the pain. Take away the acid. And wash away the rain. Live until the end, and when all else fails. Turn your face skyward, and feel the sun warm your face. Mother & Father fight, but hush, they'll always love you.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Jun 7, 2005 18:27:55 GMT -5
Given a chance, staring into the night sky only breathe in what you live stardust glitters as the years go by and now this Earth is our own unique haven.
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Post by misty on Jul 6, 2005 7:28:20 GMT -5
Smokey eyes in Autumn, lost gazes in twilight thunder. My skies are beige and my leaves crust crimson- slowly fading to gray, losing grasp of reality
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Post by MirrorImage || egamIrorriM on Jul 30, 2005 19:19:47 GMT -5
white sheets, freshly washed smell clean with bleached purity coat the land evenly wet, cold, and altogether sullen crooked angles or bark-covered persuasion dripping solid drops of clear, unresponding glistening beyond comprehension of the naked eye unaided
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Post by ImpendingDoom on Oct 3, 2005 20:47:11 GMT -5
we've betrayed our mother earth to which we are indignant such a disregard for precious life subjeted to her wrath and we deserve it
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Oct 4, 2005 22:53:12 GMT -5
Like wild waves, I want to crash against your shore, My words lost in the wind.
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Post by shamefulsean on Oct 5, 2005 12:19:50 GMT -5
thy fear that holds our mother to her nest us the waning, everchanging seasons of our un-rest the elements to us we manifest but our mother she still holds the nest
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Post by shamefulsean on Oct 6, 2005 17:01:43 GMT -5
aww shitty buzz guys, i dunt know what happened...but my piece was spossed to come in after Autumn's leaves cry out forsaken, The crimson snow appearing here, Mother's rage now blind, awaken, The waves are crushed beneath thy fear.
this, sorry that could have been my fault, but ireally dunt know how mine got bumped down so far...
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