Today of all days

OMG This country has gone fucking nuts. Hurry up people and make pot legal and get this country stones off its ass so it can only think about where to get the next round of munchies.

Too many people want to fight. Too many think they are right. Too many people willing to risk Other’s lives. Too many people want to die. All you fuckers are crazy beyond belief. This isn’t the land of brave or the free. Welcome to the US, where our souls are sold for dollars and our hurts manipulated for those cyberlife hours. It’s all a scam, the news isn’t real. Everything is upside down – right is wrong and wrong is right and no body knows why or how it flipped one day. I can hear the drums of war playing on the television and piped in on the net. And all you dumbass are falling for it. Puppets, puppets, thinking you are doing righteous acts – saving your people – your cause – your life not even realizing you’re the cause – you’re the cause it’s all dying. “Stand up!” they scream calling you to the ranks of protest – puppet fodder – cannon fodder – you don’t even know who’s calling the orders – your mind’s been clouded too long with emotions, addicted to feeling good, feeling oh so heavenly – on the cause of heaven and right – and so damn blind. You can’t see what your doing – your damn nose is stuck up the tree and you can’t see the forest burning. Everything good that should be stood for – all thrown away – deemed an inconvenience to the progress of the cause. If you’re so willing to throw away honesty, throw away humility, throw away compassion, throw away justice, throw away progress just because your cause is willing to sacrifice that as a loss to the greater good – now that’s the upside down thinking right there. Throw the world topsy turvy – confuse the population – start riots and fighting – destabilize the rule of law – increase the disrespect for society and their fellow man – demonize anyone who disagrees – you got the perfect recipe –
to .. really? And you want me to spell it out for you too?
Wake the Fuck Up Already!

Autumn’s Twilight has moved to Wordpress

I’ve kept a poetry blog up on blogger for ages now. I’m porting it all over to a brand new WordPress blog.  Having a new look makes a huge difference to me. Gone is the troublesome editor, outdated background and difficult to navigate site. It was a wonderful ride with blogger. I appreciated its ease when I really used it. But now, I’m a huge WordPress fan, so here I am.

https://autumnstwilight.wordpress.com

Anyway, I wanted to let everyone know.  I hope it enriches your life as much as it has mine in the writing of it.

Wordless Wednesday

Loreena McKennitt – The Two Trees

THE TWO TREES

William Butler Yeats

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the wingèd sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

“The Two Trees” is reprinted from The Rose. W.B. Yeats. 1893.

Thoughts of Gaia

Mother Earth, My Lady, the Divine Mother, Provider of Sustenance, The deep swell of water, The Woman of the Green Veil, The Immortal Queen, She who is with us always, Consort of the Heavenly Bodies, Wife to the Celestial Helios, Our Lady Gaia, Our Mother, Lover, Sister, and Grandmothers, Our first Mother, First Woman and Ancestor.

She who is the divine Earth in all it’s majesty, raw power and ferociousness. She who is soft, yielding fruitfulness, abundance in good measure. She is the fertile earth, soft, black, moist and warm. Just quivering under the plow, awaiting for the fertile seed and the warmth of the summer sun.

She is both the mother and the daughter. She is the generations of women, as we march through time. She is our past and our future. She is My Sister, My Mother, My Aunt, My Daughter, she is My life. She is every women I’ve ever met and will ever meet. She is womankind. The Immortal Mother, Queen, and Lover. She is Warrior and poet. She is Ursula protecting her own cubs, the wild terror of a tornado, the amazement and beauty in the golden fields of wheat.

Oh how can I respect such a resplendent creature such as this? Oh the world has forgotten thee and give such dishonor.