Poetry, Lyrics, Prose

A sampling of my poetry, song lyrics, prose

The Corn King and the Crone Lady and Lord The Greening

Yule Song Judas Man to Man

GreenMan Song of the Scythe Willow's Childe

On the Eve of Midwinter Journeys

The Corn King and the Crone

The Corn King came a-riding swift
Across the fields of grain;
As smooth as glass his steed's sure step,
The hoofbeats fell like rain;
The Corn King rode to his Lady fair,
Her company to gain.
As he approached her dwelling place
He called her name aloud;
His Lady was a beauty fair,
A Lady pure and proud.
But answered him an old bent hag
Wrapped in a darkly shroud.
"Where is my Lady?" the Corn King asked,
"Why does she not appear?"
The woman smiled a wrinkled grin,
"I stand before you here."
The Corn King bowed and took her hand;
"Tis quite late in the year.
"But will you come away, my Lady?"
The Corn King asked the Crone.
Replied then she, "I must refuse -
"For you must go alone."
She led him to a shining well,
His future to be shown.
He looked within and it was She,
So radiant and young,
And at her breast, a newborn babe,
A strong and vibrant son.
He smiled and knew with heart's delight
They would again be one.
The Corn King kissed his Lady Fair,
And rode off to the west;
The Crone turned to her Autumn world
And laid it down to rest;
And looked into the well and smiled,
At her Lord on her breast.

� LSG 1991

Lady and Lord

The Lady's waiting for Her Lord upon the mountain high;
Her sister self, the Goddess Moon, shines brightly in the sky.
Her flowing hair is free and wild; Her skin a glowing white.
The Lady's waiting for Her Lord in warm and gentle night.
The Lord is running to His Lady, sweeping 'cross the plains,
Running through the broken grass, skimming through the rain.
Wide eyes flash and horns are tossed, and muscles smoothly glide;
Only few more miles to run and He'll be at Her side.
The Lady sees Her lover down the rocky slope below;
She smiles up at Her sister Moon - returned a brighter glow.
She spreads Her wings and glides to Him; they meet in strong embrace,
The Lady and Her Lord at last together one in grace.

� 1991 LSG

The Greening

And so hard drives the Spring, So heavily the greening Of every living thing Filled with life and meaning.

And comes the greening roundly To leaf and branch and blade; And come we, singing soundly To bird and beast and glade.

And comes Jack o'the Green To speed along the growing, On Eostre's fair-born scene, The seeds of Lady's sowing.

And come the couples dancing And swiving in the field - Our Lady Earth romancing To multiply Her yield.

So brightly comes the dawning And wakes the sleeping Earth, And rise we, still a-yawning, From out our winter's berth.

So gather with desire, To dance and play and sing With Water, Wind and Fire, The Lady Earth in Spring!

� 1997 LSG

Yule Song

Here in the darkness, balanced with light, I tremble in shadows this cold winter's night. Following the stars so breathless, shining Here among the trees in the wildwood Lightly dreaming of flowered fields - Springtime and warmth will be coming soon.

Full Moon is rising there in the East. To shine upon tables of Yuletidings feast. Scattered on the wind is someone singing, Dancing 'round the fire in the Moonlight, Chanting praises to Holly Kings, Laughter and loving do welcome me.

Born out of darkness, fountain of light. The Lady sings welcome her new Son tonight. Spiraling of life, the endless circle Coming 'round again, open freely! All as one on this blessed eve Praise we the Light of the Morning Sun!

� 1997 LSG

Judas

There, in the past, there once was a man, a man on fire,
A man who followed his fate, and followed a Man, and was branded a liar.
A man who followed a young star, 
Who was told this Man was his avatar,
He never thought to ask what it would require.
	They say it was all in a plan, a plan from Above, which no one would question
	So no one thought to ask, or raise up their voice to make a suggestion.
	The world just watched as it happened, 
	As the lies slaughtered my Captain, 
	And my name, for two thousand years, made the wrong impression.

		I am a walker of rails, a mover of stones, 
		A builder of temples where I worship alone.
		And out of the ash, and out of the flame,
		I worship the memory of people needing someone to blame.
		I won�t be named Judas.

I did whatever He bade, and did it with love, for He was my Master;
To all the people He was their bright blazing star, their promised Pastor.
From wine and water to fishes, 
He gave them all of their wishes,
But all His glory and fame only came to disaster.
	He gave me a life, a life full of joy and of wonders exceeding.
	Preached a gospel of love, never once turned His back on one who was needing.
	And though His hands were tired, 
	His love never expired
	Until the Romans came, and started Him bleeding.

		I am a walker of rails, a mover of stones, 
		A builder of temples where I worship alone.
		And out of the ash, and out of the flame,
		I worship the memory of people needing someone to blame.
		I won�t be named Judas.

He came to me, and said, �Do you know our people are dying?
I�ll give Myself up for them if you do one thing,�  and I started crying
Because I knew what He wanted,
And forever my soul has been haunted --
It wasn�t only He they�d be crucifying.
	Now, I wander this world, my name is a curse, forever hateful.
	Never to be reborn, living always in hell and I�ve been given a plateful.
	I believed my soul would not rest,
	His part remains ever unexpressed,
	Never to pardon the name of one who was faithful.

		I am a walker of rails, a mover of stones, 
		A builder of temples where I worship alone.
		And out of the ash, and out of the flame,
		I worship the memory of He who people say I defame.
		For Him I�ll be Judas.

� LSG 10:45 PM, 6-8-99

Man to Man

(For Ken and Dean -- and Love requires no thanks)

Man to man,
Finding the God in your lover.
Now here you stand,
Making a vow to each other.
Making a promise to love
Making a promise to rise above
The times that are trying,
And there�s no denying
The love I see in your eyes.
Man to man, 
Hand in hand,
The embodiment of the God in you.

Through each day,
The good and the bad with each other,
You�ll find your way
Back to the arms of your brother,
Back to the moments of peace
Back to the moments of sweet release
And comforting pleasure
And find without measure
The love I see in your eyes.
Man to man, 
Hand in hand,
The embodiment of the God in you.

Man to man, 
Hand in hand,
The embodiment of the God in you.

� LSG 1:04, 1-28-99

GreenMan

(Inspired by my Love)

To you, my love, who tends my soul, Who fills me up so pleasingly With all good things and precious gifts Of your life and your loving, unselfishly.

GreenMan, my love, my all, He who is my brother, my lover, and son. Gentle warrior, man of men, It is he who I call my GreenMan.

The babe who�s born from the Lady�s womb, Who becomes the Lover at springtime�s crest, Who�s crowned a King in summer�s heat, And who lays down his life for the harvest

GreenMan, the woodland King Who companions me as we move through the Wheel; Seasons pass yet we remain, The Lady and her love, the GreenMan.

GreenMan known by many names, Narada, Jesu, Apollo, and Herne; Found within every living man Is a spark of the God called the GreenMan.

� LSG 1999, 7-29-99 9:47 PM

Song of the Scythe