Yule Be In My Heart ~


It’s that sad time of year
When all through the streets
Lay the Christmas trees, cast away,
Along with their wreaths.
The joy that they gave has been tossed in the pile,
And won’t be rekindled for a very long while.
The glow of the lights no longer draped on their frames,
They lie on the sidewalks, forgotten and lame.
What happens to thee, my fine firry friend?
Although some would claim twas already the end
When you were cut from your roots to adorne holiday homes,
Now you lay without purpose, without tinsel, or cones –
Along with the packaging stuffed into bags,
You lie there like trash, to be heaped with the slag.
At least on a bonfire you’d light up the night
And go out with a glow, as should be your right.
But you were a tree that got shipped to the city –
So you’re destined for landfill – oh what a pity –
Well I, for one, my dear Tannenbaum,
Will carry your image all the year round;
In my heart you’ll stand tall, smell sweet, and be green,
Bedecking my memories of Christmasses been.
The branches I’ve saved will make sweet incense,
And well into summer emit your fragrance –
I shall honour your life force, and all it betokens,
Keeping faith that your offspring ever will grow again –


Monsanto Murderers

What more do we need to know???

“Far from being ‘magic seeds’, GM pest-proof ‘breeds’ of cotton have been devastated by bollworms, a voracious parasite.

Nor were the farmers told that these seeds require double the amount of water. This has proved a matter of life and death.

With rains failing for the past two years, many GM crops have simply withered and died, leaving the farmers with crippling debts and no means of paying them off.

Having taken loans from traditional money lenders at extortionate rates, hundreds of thousands of small farmers have faced losing their land as the expensive seeds fail, while those who could struggle on faced a fresh crisis.

When crops failed in the past, farmers could still save seeds and replant them the following year.

But with GM seeds they cannot do this. That’s because GM seeds contain so- called ‘terminator technology’, meaning that they have been genetically modified so that the resulting crops do not produce viable seeds of their own.

As a result, farmers have to buy new seeds each year at the same punitive prices. For some, that means the difference between life and death.”
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1082559/The-GM-genocide-Thousands-Indian-farmers-committing-suicide-using-genetically-modified-crops.html#ixzz1Hjt4s8BQ

Daylight bloody Savings Time

Every year this terrible thing happens, and here it comes again, and there’s no staving it off, it’s gonna roll right over me, and OH I HATE IT!

It’s worse than getting up in the morning!

And it’s all for LABOUR!  For ECONOMICS!

Oh what a sad day, when HUMANITY became LABOUR! (a thing, I suppose you could argue, that happened with the expulsion from the garden of Eden, which perhaps was all a conspiracy of mythology created by hierarchical warmongering power hungry types.)

Yes, we’ve always had to do things: make shelters, find ways to cover our bodies, feed ourselves, but THEN, the INDUSTRIAL (are you industrious?) REVOLUTION happened, and we’ve never had a calm moment since, and every week the noise and madness encroaches on our last corners of nature, that’s NATURE: that which is NATURAL.

You may say: clocks are arbitrary.  Yes, indeed.

However: a sundial will show noon at the noon hour we’ve constructed, until this unnatural manipulation happens, and then the sundial will show noon, when the clock says 1.  And since we are made to live by the clock, we are now forced to have a whole extra hour of daylight intrude on our evenings.

Does anybody ever think about the beauty of evenings?

I love evenings, the calm, the relative quiet (depending on where you live, I suppose).

I love cozying up once it gets dark, settling down, SETTLING DOWN – from a busy BUSY DAY!!!!

Does any one in here need to be MORE BUSY???  NEED MORE TIME????

Exactly: there aren’t enough HOURS IN THE DAY to get done all the things we’re beholden to, since the INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION came along, since the advent of PAPERWORK, not to mention the tsunami of the INTERNET.

It doesn’t affect the birds and the bees, but it bloody well does affect me, ‘cause I am part bird and bee,

aren’t thee?

for Spring:

Bright sturdy green shoots spiking up through the damp ground like proud little children sprouting up, lifting their arms small selves to the sun…

Here it comes again, that season that always comes around;

Maybe someday it won’t; maybe some spring will be the last spring; we won’t know it while we’re in it, but it might turn out later to have been the last spring this earth would ever know – after that, darkness, maybe obliteration?

But for now:

Here it is again:

Look, see: things will change, life will flower again, sooner or later…

But I remember:

People wrote about/talked about how spring came and the skies were blue, even at Auschwitz…

Yet my heart delights nonetheless at the sight of snowdrops…

Someone will make it; some sense of possibility, of the magick of life unfolding, of existence, of beauty, of creation, is still there, just beneath the soil…