those rickety heaps

The left one is winning the right one is not and he now knew less than he might have forgot. His hands they were shaking his heart it was cold and bitter from long years of stories he'd told himself and to others about his low worth about such abuse as he'd suffered from birth. He knew not a way out not where he'd soon be or whether he should let his closest friends see the anguish and suffering buried below that had held him back and made his progress slow. Then one day he woke up and had had enough and finally turned 'round to face his past stuff and finally gave up his grasp on his grief those rickety heaps of it those well-stacked sheafs. It wouldn't be easy to stare it all down but he knew if he dug in and stood his ground he'd step from the shadows of what had once been and allow the healing to start and begin.

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lust far behind

It's time now to lessen the thoughts of the mind and leave such afflictions as lust far behind. By reaching and wanting and trying to grasp one stands there just panting with deep choking gasps one misses the options that may lie beyond one takes up war weapon not peace-making frond. So sit there unblinking and watch it all pass return to the Mother whose power can last so place not importance on this or on that on buttocks well toned or on tits' supple fat. There's nothing one can do to pull someone near except maybe make empty space twixt the ears and clear out attachment thirst hunger desire and keep room for what many call holy fire. While this may sound easy it's anything but for thoughts needs emotions do constantly jut and constantly hamper the efforts of they who seek to find Happiness now here today. Don't give up keep trying stay empty stay bland and be that bright shining star right where you stand; great fortune is coming but so is great pain – it's better to face them with soul-space unstained.

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shelter and sweets

What few homeless people still live in the streets were given this Solstice-Time shelter and sweets. Mere citizens did it, not the state's agents, did go out and knock on those crude makeshift tents did gather belongings in bag tote and box and bring in said vagrants for champagne and lox. A few things were stolen – some knickknacks at best – but for the most part such light fingers did rest and reached for a napkin or reached for the salt and with their loud smacking their hosts did exalt. More of them did stay there to lend helping hands than went back outside to roam once more the land; some cannot be cured of their need to be free to wander and gather their food from the trees. We here in Grigovia believe it's best to bring those with little straight into our nests to wash fête and furnish them with what they need be in a warm blanket or an honest feed. Ganestryx as well as fair Nuuzstathena do smile on they who hold anathema the notion that only the worthy deserve our food love and jackets our kindest of words. So open your doors to whomever may knock for she may be a goddess stood there in just socks in need of a kind and compassoinate word – or maybe a bit of that well-cooked Solst bird.

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water is ours

Our water is ours it is not for sale so stop sending writs of request in the mail. We need it to grow crops and keep ourselves clean and for making power with ground-heated steam. Should we to you sell it for one hundred years confirmed would be our few but longstanding fears concerning dependence and big business greed wherefore we will keep this here wet for our needs. Should such corporations as Coke and Pepsi be allowed to gobble up sources, you see, then soon they will raise prices for you and me and we'll have to scramble to get some clean drink and naught will then flow from well faucet or sink. Grigovian landscape will therefore stay wet and nary a drop of our water you'll get to bottle up and sell what must be kept free – that's how it is now and that's how it will be.

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methods and arts

All safe in our hiding-holes buried below we weather wild winters with faces aglow. There's vents for the fires that keep us here warm and plenty of food-stores to feed us through storms and wells for our water and blankets for night and dances and merriment for our delight. For miles they extend our well-maintained caves where we escape snowfall or months weeks and days; they help us stay fresh for the battles we'll fight against such fool nations as our borders slight. We go up for training and line up in ranks then march off through wind-gusts and piled snow-banks then march back to warm up our chilled bones again – each of us who can walk all women and men. The tubers are safe in their stout wooden stores and stout is the wood of our out-facing doors and stout is the fire that burns in our hearts as are our Grigovian methods and arts.

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and raven hair

Slow it down and take a breath – hurry only hastens death. From the hilltop mountains high loudly sounds the eagle's cry shrill its warbling crass its tone bouncing over rock and stone then it meets this human ear and I think Oh, what's that I hear? Timmy's lost in yonder well and gone is youth's short-lasting spell and now I sit here old and frail with little but a chair and pail? Ah whatever all is good for bright is my impending mood and soon I'll meet a woman fair in spandex tights and raven hair.

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tally and keep

Now pause at the entrance to house temple glen and feel for the telltale threshold guardians who stand at the ready who stand at the watch who can and will best-laid plans ruin and botch. They may be invisible to the plain eye and soundless is each of their soft warning cries but that doesn't mean that they've gone off to sleep for records eternal they tally and keep. So stand for a moment and clear out each want and loosen the heart-strings should they be too taut and ask then the watchers to pass unmolested for theirs is a power that cannot be bested. They'll tangle tent tie-downs and foul every mount if you should the rites to them carelessly flout so set down an offering – salt drink or bread – right after you pause there with an emptied head to thank them for keeping the place where you'll rest free of such bad spirits that harm and molest. It just takes a moment for them to approve your need there within them to settle and move; therefore it is wiser to ask their permission and beg for their blessing in heartfelt submission.

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swift merciless clean

We received an invite a solemn request to come join the forces now fighting Daesh. The head of all Syria, Assad, his name, did ask that we help him to remove the stain that spread from the ruins of Saddam's Iraq that threatens us heathens with steady attack. Not far from our borders these terrorists kill and suckle at hatred's most foul-smelling swill and seek to reduce all that's been free of late under an immoral and strict caliphate. They are not real Muslims defend not their home but rather desire to reduce to bone and rubble and dust all they can't comprehend all that their weak egos does seem to offend. We've learned from the Kurds just what frightens them most and that is a well-armed and feminine host who we've now assembled from our defense forces who will head to battle on foot or on horses. They'll march into battle united as one a thousand proud daughters not one single son they'll bring to the front every ounce of their power and hound and abuse Daesh hour by hour. They'll dig attack-tunnels and show Daesh scum the strength of the wily Grigovian woman and tear out his eyeballs and stab out his liver and be hard death-merchants not tender life-givers. Once they are successful we'll send many more to pound at the caliphate's wall fence and door and mock him by singing bright songs from their youth and teaching him Islam's most enduring truth: that to kill an innocent soul body face is to kill every member of the human race that such evil actions do not go unseen but are met with justice swift merciless clean.

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signals and tones

Stuck there in the firmament jagged and vast is a foreign object whose mere presence casts the story of mankind the story of We into much confusion doubt controversy. The Black Knight was spoke of by Tesla The Wise who'd peer to the heavens with augmented eyes who claimed that he heard from it signals and tones which proved that we're not in this quadrant alone. The Ynki they filmed it and Rus he did too this satellite that's neither ancient nor new that flies high above us without pause or spin that sits there like waiting for us to begin to shed our warlike and too-greedy ways and live out in peace-love the rest of our days. Will it soon awaken from its hearty slumber and show us its great and vast technical wonder or will it stay quiet and not move an hair just basking in northern lights and solar flares? There's no one among us who has any answers with a solid theory or a truthful stanza so let's just ignore it a little bit more until its wee aliens pound on the door.

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wisdom-filled scriptures

With bogs full of crawling things fat skinny small and forests of conifers stunted and tall and great rolling deserts much bursting with sand we're proud of the various parts of our land. We work to protect them these strange biotopes our arid flatlands and tree-less alpine slopes our waterfalls running down much-crannied faces our high icy dangerous mountain-top spaces. Please come if you're looking for diversity to pique your abounding curiosity for ours is a nation fit for many pictures that lives but by Nature's own wisdom-filled scriptures. With long-standing customs to celebrate change and landscapes from basin to flatland to range we welcome you kindly and do hope you'll stay for many a fortnight for many a day. From Grig it's a short hike to beautiful sights where we and the tourists do pause for delight so strap on those booties and bring along lunch and set off just solo or in a big bunch. Our high haunting vistas will fill up your soul our low-lying meadows will leave their due toll upon all that you've ever thought to hold dear so come by and visit us – do it this year!

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