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fades
In the fog
Toxic factory waste has
Spilled in the bog
Smog of humans
Corruption on soil
Your hierarchy bends all men but this
Atavistic mammal

serene 
A love divine

Brittle bog road
Loveless soil, holding fast remaining
Painted pilgrim, elemental child
Carved by the shade of time 

Oh, juniper

My heart is as dark as the soil sodden with winter rains.
My soul is as heavy as the peat freshly dug from the bog.
My thoughts swirl like willow

Shapeshifter

Richard Dawson

Peasant

2017

Leaving the path
Lured by an emerald
I wander into the Bog of Names

Now I'm stuck fast
Calves sorry henges
Glued with the silence of newts in

Out over the windy moor
Chilly vapours rise
From the sodden soil to air
Diaphanous the skies
Rising into the blue
See your body fall below
Black with

the head of Abraham...
To renounce hollowed lands of the light...

Walking the garden of thorns, my feet now bleed, draining into the soil
Collapsing onto

Still gleaming with mucus

The canal now barricaded with obsidian growth
The soil-colored river of discharge yet flows
Into the ocean of the bloodless

higher

The husk on the horizon
Call down the winds and rain
Rotten to the very core
Bury it in the moss and soil

The dance continues and something stirs

in the soil
Emerges in blue light amid the ire
The human condition enters its final form
Mephistopheles himself finds it wholly wicked
The reckoning

a range,
all peace-like, to aerate your brains.
It doesn't change.

As peat soils drink carbon up from the wild country air
all at once, in silence,
will

work
Explore new worlds like Captain Kirk
And I seen those kingdoms in the sky
To reach them is my enterprise
But I am rooted in the soil
Tethered by

soil tae me
Cut oor way through the mire
And on tae victory
Jacobite yae came sae faur
Let them feel yir steel
Twenty miles a day on foot
A hard

Foreign soil tae me.
Cut oor way through the mire
And on tae victory

Jacobite yae came sae faur, let them feel yir steel

Twenty miles a day on foot
A hard

away
They'll never take out love away

The riverbed rolls through the Righteous and wrong
The silt where it settled soaked in a Song
Sun baked the soil

and beautiful
The earth was rich and bountiful
The clansfolk tended to the soil
And so did feed their families well

But the hungry sea was minded
With the wind

contour residue

Descending the peat bog fire

A Kaleidoscope of chemicals form minerals 
Morphed into very wroth, cancer cells
my dark existence

On Halloween night

Jack O Lanterns will give you a scare
They will soil your underwear 
The boogieman is under yo' bed
Do you hear what I said!?

See

ahead
Try to slay me
I am the bog-witch
And the boat
That floats along its face
You know that softest hiss
To some, it's hell; to some, it's bliss
Was it

From the misty morning bogs to the streets of distant lands,
I’ll remember every whisper of the winds and rolling sands.

The emerald fields will beckon

the air!

Leave your lair 

then let them bound deep into the ground!

Leave your lair 

let waving soil just now begin to boil!

Screaming

howling

looking

up a storm of soggy soil drenched from last night’s downpour. These unforeseen conditions bogged down the usual favorites, like The Ottowan Empire,

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

to Fxxk Off?

What if there's no army to stop a big invasion?
Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration.
Who'd pull the pint