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In The Green you can live ….

In The Green you can live ….

Don’t listen to the people
Who think they know it all
I open my heart
and write you a song

Time is Gone
Escape from all

And in the green
you can live
On the trees you can sleep
And the moon will make you smile
And the city says goodbye
And shout lalalalalala

I give you my bag
Old bag
For guitar and bread

I give you my shoes
Old shoes
And i give you my hat

Time is Gone
Escape from all

And in the green
you can live
On the trees you can sleep
And the moon will make you smile
And the city says goodbye
And shout lalalalalala


My Name Is Gossip, A poem by : Oliya Charkhi

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My Name Is Gossip

I am a mysterious phenomenon
I am a menace to the society and families
An element of devastation and destruction
People can’t fathom my destructive powers
I thrive on losing or questioning people’s sanity

I hurt without killing
I plant hatred and jealous in people’s heart
I break hearts and ruin lives
I am sly, cunning and malicious
And gather strength with age

The more I am quoted, the more I am believed
I flourish at every level of society
My victims are helpless
They cannot protect themselves against me,
For I have no name, no face

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I sneak and sow the seed of doubt in the soil of innocent hearts
to extinguish their joy
I sometimes hide behind a smile,
Or simply behind an innocent tear
Most of the time, I creep and stab from behind

To track me down is impossible
The harder you try, the more elusive I become
I target the vulnerable or the hurt
I simply don’t let happiness chance
I am nobody’s friend

Once I tarnish a reputation it is never the same
The wound I inflict never heals
I overthrow governments and ruin marriages
I destroy careers and cause sleepless nights
I generate suspicion and grief

I make innocent people cry
My name hisses hate
Yes, my name is Gossip


Gods our Sun and its Autonomy, a Poem.

Autonomy of the Sun  Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Autonomy of the Sun
Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Last Night I sat down and wrote my first Poem for a while, I was sorting through some Landscape Images and found a collection that I took earlier in the year.

These images are all taken Directly into the Sun, I love to play with the effects that the sun can create in a lens.

The subject of the sun in images I also find very inspiring, its our very life force and has fascinated mankind through out our long history, in both art and all the many religions we have followed.

Sometimes I feel that to use your eyes and clear your mind and just look at the landscape in front of you, on a clear day to just look up and the sun is freedom itself ! . In these moments there is no confusion of religion or even Science, Just yourself standing and looking at the world around you !!

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Gods our Sun and it’s Autonomy

As a single cloud floats by and winds coerce,
I desire alone the Sun to have such might and force.

When Gods Command the ageless trees,
a boundless cosmos is all I ask for to see.

Not simply the power of a signal God alone,
But infinite forgiving universal love,
contained forever within time and space.

A completely cosmic power,
open to all and with in the grasp of my simple mind,
open and without fear of a hidden world.

As the Stars stride through horizons and winds twist forests trees,
I only plead to be just as free.

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The crows will only grow louder, poem: Laura Breidenthal

The crows will only grow louder
A crow flying in-front of Slievenamon, County Tipperary
Landscape and nature photography : Nigel Borrington

The crows will only grow louder

By : Laura Breidenthal

There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts
Can you not see that I am free from you?
I am a crow perched high in the treetops
You will hear my crowing and you may hate it
But, you cannot take away my voice!
Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life,
You can abuse my freedom to find your glory
You may discard these words for your love of gods,
And in so doing you may simply ignore
All the cries that I so passionately utter

But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back
To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced
And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts
That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly
The crows will only grow louder when you turn away—
When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride
For my voice is a production sent from above
Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies!
And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever
Harmony and dissonance as one