I follow, my thighs give chase
A snake, I wind a route
Peaches, sticking out of the hedge
What beauty is this creaturely love,
Rain for the virgin
It’s a miracle, a miracle, a miracle
She came in the rain
From head to toe
No religion anchors me
God leads the trail
Every nation embraces me
The rocks stare up to fallen idols
The sun glints off my mercurial heels
But even must I ascend the empirical realms of Jupiter
For ultimately I follow the sun into its Plutonic demiurge
Man knows no limits, he is killing for all the same reasons
From a mountain top and riding on a stream of sunlight
Duty meets passion, the creative touch of hand and heart
Ride on, wind up, the journey is a hero’s welcome
The setting sun has disappeared among her breasted fort
Second sunset, second sunset diminishing beneath the sea
Why, from this ancient spot upon her prostrate navel
The colours were bright, all angular in sight
Deeper and deeper I cut like a cleaver
God in creation, the God of Redemption
Everyone heeds the word of the Tree
Heave I will into her Holy of Holies
My utterance reverberates the walls of her cavern
The seas will rise and rivers will prize
I live in this world through day and night
In tooth and claw I was bourn on her back
I grew to the size of a colony of honeybees
You are not what you seem Old man of the gean
I chopped down the ash to embody me a handle
The holly bore me a hand with a pang of deliverance
I blew me a scream from the wood of hornbeam
Into the darkness I ventured within a mangle
I festoon myself in the clothing of evergreen armour
And in that most quiet place where the yew casts its face
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Her stride, the way she walks
Upright, her head held high
She makes me ready
Bloody, a spear on her gait
My heart cries rebel
She’s close, I feel her heat
Her scent, leaves a trail of leaves
A bush who smells of myrtle
Her cover, a shady resort
Brings me unto her bower
Peaches, I bite into her nest
Peaches, sweating juice down my neck
Peaches, leaves my face in a mess
Peaches, her lips I ingest
Peaches, I drink of her sex
Peaches, thrust them down with zest
Peaches, I giv’em my best shot and no less
that binds up like a deer to a hunter
How majestic she drew me in,
like a sword into its scabbard.
Like a seed carried in its husk,
nurtured in the moisture of the earth.
Swelling to puncture her hymen,
to give rise to a virgin sovereign heir.
Rain for the people
Rain for the fields
Rain for the festivals
Rain harder still
Rain for the chase
Rain for the rivers
Rain until they break
It’s a miracle, a miracle, a miracle
Every drop had her name
She washed me from high
Each moment she cried
Her tears rolled down
And bathed my horny crown
She came with a flow
I paled to load up my bow
She slipped on a ring
And caught me in a spin
I came into her thrashing steening
I am free to ride, I am free to fly
To fly away upon this day
To ride the light with courageous might
And reach the exalted heavenly way
No politics burden my view
The whole earth is my nesting ground
God makes me not fail
This is the road of the prophets
Every culture embalms me
I will be remembered for liberation
The rains pour scorn upon sunken cities
But I traverse the higher road
Where the starry sky meets my nomadic soul
Venus passes me with a loving kiss
Her virginity is no match for heroic plights
Mars canters only a short while into the mists
Saturn still grounds me in wild earthly delights
Before even Uranus will give me an heir
And then on Neptune raise the chosen from their watery graves
For ultimately I follow the sun into its Plutonic demiurge
When the world was flat they said, ‘You can’t reach the ends.’
And now the world is round they say, ‘If only we could be friends.’
Territorial boundaries leave him scrapping around the edges
One stone too many has been tossed over the line
The rivers are filled contemptuously to overflowing
Its muddy waters change the course of history
Leaving the fields plagued with death and disease
And the people are left like salmon to a poacher,
Blinded in the aftermath of their melee
Comes the hunter wielding a scythe in one hand, a net in the other
He returns to reap his glory sifting the wheat from the chaff
The rulers of unkempt lands will buckle under his righteous gaze
There will be no mercy for his sweeping hands will strike them at the heel
He shall recover the balance of nature by flailing the rotten at their core
And the boar, the lion and the scorpion will pay homage,
In the graceful umbrella of his spreading wings
First one up, the whole world on my shoulders
The embers of yesterday’s fire still emitting its glow
I shake it up, another stick to rekindle my inner desires
Hidden flames once dormant, now relish the new day’s activities
The hours pan out, senseless to the real flow of energy
As wood turns to ash, and ash to soil, so the winds stir up another spirit
The death on one leads to the birth of another, its name is mythicpoetic
Ride up, wind on, the land undulates to reveal its person
Its many folds take the rider through a blurring scene
Its face just a memory of countless dreams
The road meanders as a snake to its den
But in that dappled shade beyond the crest of a hill
I see it a second time from a dimple of her flesh
As if passing away the time it quenches the day’s flight
Dragging with it a gusty wind that cools the skin of the land
As nature draws in, her silhouette is a night-blackened tan
I, emrys stood in full view of her boundless verdant scape
Reaching up at every turn of my wispy view
But then taken up in the cradle of her bosom sucking
Looking around into the void
Space is a frozen reticulate scene
Positioned I am in the middle of time
Stationed my vision to see from within
I turned on a point to capture the light
Everything fused, the dusk before dark
I made up my mind to follow a line
Carving and moulding a world for believers
A place of my own, a zone all alone
Beyond the dimensions of human retention
Death is passing me flowers in heaven
Born to a throne so fine does it shine
I take my position to state the conditions
An elder as high the mountainous sky
Risen in deed and spreading his seed
I take me a virgin to sanction a purging
The land will tremble and rattle its temple
A snake through her chasm to enrapture a spasm
Shaken right down to reveal a new haven
A single deep note so incredibly remote
Plutonic and sonic it pierces with fierceness
To raise upon a dais the most awesome enforcement
The banks will tear under the surge of an heir
Give me light, I give you might
Like no other to rule all nature’s fare
I find myself among the chosen few
I reside on a rock that reaches to the sky
And find myself on a shaft of light
I am a wolf, I am an arrow, the hunted deer, the bull of a target
The predator, the prey, the moss on an alder
My feet are wet with the travel of rain
My hair a mat of twigs and disdain
All nature produced me to widen her tract
To regain what has been lost to the men of feign
Desdcended are they from the families of Cain
And bred on the wing a sweetness for insurgency
A thousand stings to the temples of perdition
A thousand drones to the tune of sedition
Your fruit is still green Like the mind that you wean
You nurture revolt Like the insatiable goat
Who’s cry is consort With a brazen throat
To wield with the fervour of a barbarous vandal
With metal I sharpened the edge to a tinker
To cut through the mire of Babylon’s bingers
To curtail from the land the offending officiants
She bore me a prick with a poignant remittance
To go into humanity like a scourge unto pittance
To the slaughter of man upon the altar he shams
His blood feeds the soil in revenge and spoil
To replenish the earth from Mammon’s unrelenting toil
Amid the lianas where men are hung and strangled
Caught up they are in the vines of their vices
No rest for them as they struggle against reprisal
Tending to the needs of the budding seedling farmers
Who march in droves from their sacred oakley groves
To trample down a succession of foreign hordes
I bend me a bough that is strung with a vow
To cast upon the assailants of my Gallic verdant glades
A death as promiscuous as the rape of my virgin valesBack to main page