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Author: A. Gouedard
Gorgeous (song lyrics)
here’s a gift i didn’t need
a gift you blithly brought to me
it’s gorgeous
oh so gorgeous
you never wrap it up in flowers
now i sit in empty hours
so gorgeous
all so gorgeous
there’s a gift you bring to me
a gift of brutal honesty
it’s gorgeous
oh so gorgeous
some gifts can burn like hidden fire
now here I am, quite uninspired
you’re gorgeous
oh so gorgeous
i feel lost, misunderstood
such brutal truth has done no good
gorgeous
truly gorgeous
i’m a fool to care so much
for what you say, your distant touch
is gorgeous
oh so gorgeous
truth can kill the gift of love
as all the angels know above
some things are better left unsaid
or hidden underneath the bed
love’s a child of sun and light
a lantern shining in the night
why squash the flame and snuff the spark
now i’m dancing in the dark
it’s gorgeous
really gorgeous
i ponder every word you say
i’ll live to see another day
don’t lie, don’t sigh, don’t shy away
never look at me that way
you’re gorgeous
always gorgeous
An Audience of None
true
Who will judge us, and by what measure?
We closed our eyes upon the living world and awoke to find ourselves standing in the presence of a powerful being, being both jackal and man. We do not fear him, but rather the great set of scales besides which he stands.
In one hand he carries a single feather, plucked from the wings of the goddess of truth.
He places that feather upon the scales, and then reaches out toward us, into us, and though we are not harmed, we see that he carries our heart in his easy grip.
This two he places upon the scales.
A heart weighed down with a lifetime of regrets, and a feather infused with the weight of justice.
The scales tip, one way or the other, and we are judged.
The taste of the coin lingers as the small boat finally comes to ground.
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Landlocked (a haibun)
On my TV screen I watch a real time bus journey through green rolling hills. It’s so long since I saw a wide open field. I am jealous of all the passengers, though they ride around in a box.
in my silent room
here’s how the zoo lion lives
enclosed with no space
Awakening of the Heart: Permaculture’s Ethic of Care
well worth a read – no shortage of wisdom here – let’s not say it’s impossible to change direction – change ethics and all else follows
Love the earth
As I write this, a brave group of Native Americans are standing in support of the earth and protesting yet another oil pipeline that threatens water supplies, health, and home. Here, we see the clash between those defending their mother in care and compassion, and those representing profit and pillage. It is in the care for our lands the tribes take a stand; it the understanding of sacred connection of all things, all life, that helps them brave the dogs, pepper spray, the intimidation and much worse abuses. In some ways, the situation unfolding in North Dakota is a representation of similar circumstances that peoples and communities find themselves all over the world facing: fighting giant corporations who seek to pillage and profit while paying little attention to the human and environmental costs involved in their actions. I believe that many of today’s problems stem from a…
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Quote from Da Vinci’s Demons
Hell happens when the evil of this world exceeds our belief that we can conquer it
To Lizzie (when we were eight)
I remember you little girl,
I remember you so well,
(still with a smile in my eyes)
and our home in the hidden hedgerow
and your pink tray with painted roses
you’d dragged from a tangled ditch
and scrubbed clean as a whistle
to serve me tea, one day, long ago,
when i returned from my wandering hunt
in the unfenced, treasure filled hills.
I remember your bouncing braids
as you ran and skipped on ahead,
to the shade of the bluebell woods.
I remember your chapped lips,
dry, from long summers suns;
the lips that i kissed so chastely
and thought it a daring deed
that I waited for days to repeat,
knowing you wanted me
to practice more kisses in play.
my princess of summer meadows,
my princess of virginal snows,
my princess of warm rains and ice,
my princess of the beckoning
who thought she was only a girl
we knew how to savour life
we knew how to live for one day,
and never for yesterday.
we only wished our tomorrow
to be the same as today,
in the simple trust that it would.
now, i remember you, little girl,
i wish that it always was
A Sad Season
Spring was full of promise,
Summer bloomed forth and shone,
But, with the coming of Autumn,
The blossom I thought would bare fruit,
was the last to be stripped away.
I wonder what Winter will bring
Homespun Twaddle
a fae should never wear feathers
they would float much too far off the ground
they’d soon blow away and might not get back
that’s what the old wives say
*****
don’t drag people down rabbit holes
until you’ve been there and back by yourself
*****
meddling with magic has unforeseen results
thinking you’re clever is the act of a fool
wizards and chess masters think they see all
but they have no control of the stars
*****
if you live in stone houses
don’t cast the first glass
we are all far too fragile for that
looking tough never works
when you’re shattered
false dignity makes it worse
*****
I am not wise
I’m an idiot
So I never bother with fools
We Can Dream in the Dark
Some people share joy, some spread defeat,
By placing small obstacles under our feet.
Any small weapon for them will suffice,
Any device that comes to their hand
Will be used with full force when they can.
I’m flat on my back, stunned, on the floor,
but I too have a weapon, I dream in the dark,
so I’ve turned off the lights and opened the door.
Putting guards on our the windows shuts everyone out
And that’s never been what this house is about
Words have been spoken that filled me with doubt,
Thoughts have been scattered and tumbled about,
They crept round our building dispelling delight.
The carpet was swept from right under our feet,
So I stare at the ceiling and wonder all night
What we ever did to cause such dislike.
Putting guards on our the windows shuts everyone out
And that’s never been what this house is about
Act what you say,
Say what you act,
Say to our face
What you say to our backs.
We will still party,
Despite your attacks.
If the cap fits wear it.
We know how you are.
Putting guards on our the windows shuts everyone out.
That’s never been what this house is about
The Dreaming Path 