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MONICA RICHARDS - INFRAWARRIOR GAIA (Written by Lloyd Richards)Lyrics GaiaLYRICS GAIA (Written by Lloyd Richards) ........................................... If we turn from Life, we have only Death. From the minute we humans started building fires to cook our food, we have been aware that we must revere the source of our lives and all life on this planet. And we have named that source "Mother of Life". She is kind, sometimes cruel, always indifferent to sacrifice except for those who came in their time - fertility rites, the celebration of birth, of the new year, thanks for the harvest. But she is capricious and aloof. Her manifestations: Serene, Ferocious, Willful, Cruel, Wise, Lustful, Mysterious, Wanton, Loyal, Scheming, Jealous, Cool, Greedy, Dreaming. She responds to arrogance by withholding her favors and sometimes by destruction. Her weapons are overwhelming, myriad, awesome: Winds, Water, Lightning, Fire, Ice, Heat, Earthquake and Tidalwave. If we worship and revere male gods, we ignore Gaia's ultimate power over us. Turn from the Goddess of Life, and there is only Death. Turn form the Mother of Life, and there is only Death. ................................................ There seems to be no escape from our difficulties until the industrial system breaks down for some reason or another, and Nature reasserts herself with grass and trees among the ruins. But the longer her hour is postponed, and therefore the more exhausted by man's irreligious improvidence the natural resources of the soil and sea become, the less merciful will she be. - Robert Graves, 1948

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Moving up slowly

Moving up slowly Pathological euphoria, in deep purple tones melting on the bedroom floor. Midnight well passed his hour, slumber is waiting on his calling. Recalling her aroma a...
Posted by Aresaeolus on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 08:46:00 PST

Raw beauty

Beauty should not be defined by the friends or loved ones you have in your life .. The truth is the beauty starts within you. Its grown carefully, seeded somewhere in your soul If friends ...
Posted by Aresaeolus on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 09:38:00 PST

Wind and water

The wind touches water rippling its surface brining her into a spectrum of light only surpassed by imaginary color. Coming to twist and turns flowing in all directions meeting upon highs that no...
Posted by Aresaeolus on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 10:34:00 PST

Whisper... Another ending ..

Winds Running through your hair, kisses laid softly upon your cheek. Carried upon ages rushing a trickle at a time to find beauty with -in that was once upon a time Fierce battles, brimstone...
Posted by Aresaeolus on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 08:33:00 PST

Far after

Far after I turn to ash Far after the darken corners becomes threatened from the morning light Far after the lights from the heaven fade Far after ever after ...
Posted by Aresaeolus on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 07:08:00 PST

So cold it burns

Unannounced on-slot of forgotten dreams enter Leaving the door wide open Creation bound only by wonders lawControlling by sight & sound Unrelenting teasing and thrashing against swe...
Posted by Aresaeolus on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 10:49:00 PST

Cherubim

Shadows of light dancing in the dark. Dissimulate by the asking is the silence of heavens glory. Lascivious desires were part of a trinity once spoken to her, in the passageway.&nb...
Posted by Aresaeolus on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 11:43:00 PST

Open sky

Why do we have to define our space? ... a wall here, a door there, a cloest here, a road here a path there .. we divide our space until theres not much left.. we even set aside a place for our dead......
Posted by Aresaeolus on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 08:40:00 PST

Forsaken

Tweaked among fairy tail death in midnights tone My heart pounds Frightened of what's to come Hourglass filled with water is trickling down the last grain of sand Falling from grace without our...
Posted by Aresaeolus on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 09:30:00 PST

A candle

There was a time, when the innocent of this world was in the hands of a child. In the blink of a eye it was over. That moment, the world was not flat is was round. We were not the center of the univer...
Posted by Aresaeolus on Fri, 26 Aug 2005 09:10:00 PST