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The Trap

The Trap (Oh clever, clever water)

The river engineers completed the trap
To slow down the tiny stream
Then they let the water go
And their trap was finally seen.
The entrance way was a long dark tunnel
A long round iron pipe
The water entered into the funnel
And disappeared from sight.

Long and straight it went
Into a concrete pit
Straight and square and steep and long
And the water poured into it.
From high above the sun shone down
Light bouncing off the walls
Burning with its fiery light
The water as it falls!

Into the trap the sun shines down
To heat the passing flow
From dark to light the waters come
There’s no where else to go.
One slow dash and then it’s through
Down two more iron tubes
Under the road, once more a stream
It sinuously moves.

Then time goes by in human land
The trap is left forgotten
But water flows eternally
It has not forgotten!
The first thing left by river flood
Was tumbled jumbled stones
Ejected there by earths water blood
It made a river’s bones!

In the trap it could not move
It could not sway or bend
So in the trap it dropped its load
To start repairs and mend.
Then summer came,
The sun shone down
To cook the passing stream
No shelter here, the walls alight
The water slows and steams…

In the water, in the core
The temperature is rising
Fever starts in every pore
The molecules expanding!
Soil is left as summers load
In tiny, tiny grains
And slowly, slowly more is left
By storm and heat and rains!

On top of stone, on top of earth
The gentle heat of spring
“Come bird to drink,
Come bird for worm”
The waters gently sing...
And seeds are dropped
By bird, by wind
By passing merry gurgles.
Suddenly!
In balmy shade
A happy river chuckles

The water’s made a spiral!
Into a curve, its self has built,
The trap’s no more a rival!
Through tunnel pipe
It then bends left
To hug the northern wall.
‘Neath shady grass
It shuns the light
On a gently sloping fall.

Beneath shade you have made
You form your very core…Oh clever, clever stream!
Then you bend left, around your own bank
A bank that’s never seen!
Next you bend right,
In that square concrete pit!?
Oh for the cleverness of water!
Done by the power, done by the might
Done with the patience of water…

Past the first pipe
Then left down the next
My our stream is choosing!
Left, right, then left, and off into life!
And right there, the engineers start losing!

Each river knows the way it should go
Just watch, they show you what to do
Just look, just learn
That’s the way that you know
And help them find their way through!

Stonehenge Flower

The Stones were small and silent
bathed in blinding light
The Tall towers all around them
banished solstice night.
Like Guantanamo prisoners
they huddled in a group
While all around them revellers,
drunk and drug crazed, WHOOP!!


Silence is the language
Spoken by the Stones
In shadowed sun and moonlight
their secret message roams.
Blinded by the search lights
all the shadows gone
You want to hear their message
which in the darkness shone .


But me I still keep looking
At angle stone and curve
Checking out the circle
And the rising full moon swerve .
Hour after hour
I look I look I see !
Crystal Stones all shimmer
Come on , come on , it’s me !


Looking at the circle
Standing on my own
Everything’s organic
Like something natures grown .
The petals of the circle
Made it look just like a flower
All curving on the inside
Now I see your power !

A perfect inner swerve
On every outer stone
The plinth above connecting
So no Stone stood alone .
Each made from crystal rocks
That shimmer in the night
And crystals get excited
As electrons feel the light !

Curving curving circle
What’s inside your shell ?
I’ve seen you all my life time
I know you very well .
Sarcens on the outside
Whilst inside all are blue
The Stones all rising higher
Breaking , breaking through !


Standing in the centre
With the Heel stone at my back
At dawn the sun will enter
Right through yonder crack .
Shining ‘bove the Heel stone
It must come in right here
To strike that giant leaning stone
That towers in the air !


Whilst looking at the central stone
My eyes glance either side
Four groups of two with one on top
Each standing with such pride .
Three pairs were still standing
Their stones above held high
The fourth a lonely sentinel
That marked the time gone by .
Four pairs there must have been
Each holding high its stone
Two on the south –east then one on the south-west
And the northern one alone !


From east to west the sun will go
Every single day
A curving arc around the stones
As it wanders on its way .
At dawn it lit the leaning stone
With dazzling golden light
Then off it went on its daily curve
And each pair of stones lit bright .


On mornings curve it lights the west
One stone then the other
At the end of day the opposite way
As western light beams cover .
Each pair of stones take their turn
At different times of day
The solar charge that each one gets
Is why they’re built that way .


When at night the moon appears
It does the very same
Charging up with lunar rays
A cold and different flame .
From female stone the wall was built
connected by a ring
Rising through , the Preseli blue ,
All male and towering.

But from above the rays shine down
From every morning sun
And every night the stones turn white
As the moon joins in the fun .
The outer ring of female stones
Connects to all below
An earth made charge is what they hold
To help the stamens grow .
From hymen ring the stamens rise
The crystal stems all blue
To take the pollen from the moon and sun
Just like all the flowers do.

The moon pulls up, the sun pushes down,
Earth is spinning round and round .
From this little crèche all life is born
Filling up the night with sound .
A flower of stone to fertilise our home
Is what druids made in olden days
Today that flower stands , to energise the land
Pouring out the truth through all the leys .


The anthers held the solar charge
Until the day was done
In the cold of mother moon
The discharge was begun !
Electrons in the crystal stones
Transmit a downward stream
A laser cannon fires them down
In a tight and compact beam .
Down they go an endless flow
The sperm of father sun
To free the blood inside the mud
to fertilise a mum .

Deep in the night far from sight
The rocks themselves are lit up
In their core the atoms roar
And fall apart then split up .


Up they go within the flow
Of upward moving water
The towering moon now calls the tune
Within her pregnant daughter .
She pulls the flow each day she grows
To fill a mighty planet
then when she’s full she ends her pull
In rising stone and granite !


Father pushes , Mother pulls ,
In an act of endless love
Planet earth is the place they birth
Whilst they circle up above .
The druid dream in the cosmic stream
A flower all made of stone
To join the dance , to help enhance ,
The wealth that is our Home .

Gilgamesh

Gilgamesh - A story of the wild man in all of us and the birth of the city state .


Every good citizen obeys the state
When everyone’s eating and everything’s great
When things go wrong the state surely falls
We live on a planet that has it’s own rules .

Gilgamesh , a king , in a story so old
Was handsome and beautiful , mighty and bold
Uruk was his capital near old Baghdad
It had a king with a problem , Gilgamesh was bad !

So in love with himself , he made a decree
Every bride in the land spends the first night with me .
The people were resentful , but what could they do
If they objected they were swiftly run through .

Off in the woods a wild man ran free
Protecting the animals and guarding the trees
Enkidu was the warriors name
He knew of no king , weren’t all men the same ?

Great was his prowess with things fierce and wild
But in a murky old world Enkidu was a child
No hunter could catch him , but Gilgamesh had a plan
A harlot would tempt him , the downfall of man .

Shalach was the name of the temptress who came
She knew every act of the worlds oldest game
With sex , drugs and drink she tamed the wild beast
Then suited and booted he shared the Kings feast .

Then step by step was unfolded a plot
The King wanted some trees and he needed a lot
His reasons for needing them he kept to himself
He told all his people it would increase their wealth .




The cedars of Lebanon was what he was after
And Enkidu helped him , Oh woe and disaster !
Drink and debauchery had stolen his mind
But he knew the wilderness , any way he could still find .



Booze is a killer if your caught in it’s grip
Drugs and beautiful women , it’s easy to slip .
Now we are brothers , two men the same
But after the war , who’ll get the blame.

The war was fought , Lebanon lost
Their beautiful cedar forest . That was the cost .
So old and so mighty were these ancient trees
That covered sweet Lebanon right down to the sea .

Then from the biggest they built a huge gate
Protecting Uruk with it’s size and it’s weight .
The rest of the trees ? The story doesn’t tell
The King had a secret, he’d hidden it well !

The first move he made was to kill of his chum
Bumped off in secret , his time had come .
In public of course , the King played the game
Mourning his chum , praising his name .

Enkidu , Enkidu , you were the best
I’ve lost my brother , torn from my breast !
So said this charmer , this killer of men
Over and over and over again .

Time passes by , and memories are short
But nature remembers and a lesson is taught .
If you cut down a forest there’s a price you must pay
Deforestation starts a chain of related events .
That’s natures way .

The trees are the bridge between the earth and the sky
Up through their bodies the essences fly
Water they hold , and water they make
A cosmic connector , that no one must break .

If you cut down the chalice that holds the earths blood
First comes the drought , then comes the flood.
Gilgamesh the King had known what would come
Now for his plan . Let his will be done .


Noah’s the guy in the old bible story
Who saved the world from a flood
To his name goes the glory .
But long , long before on the same piece of land
Gilgamesh built an ark
It was what he had planned .

But the old wiley King was only interested in treasure
Although on the waves he still needed his pleasure .
Birdies and rabbits , all two by two
For the global elite
That’ll never do .

What makes a ship? What makes a sail ?
Time to start thinking , we’re still on the trail
Building an ark to take storm , to take sea
To hold safe a King
It must be mighty .

Two thousand oak trees to make every boat
A forest of oak trees kept England’s navy afloat
And fields full of hemp made every sail
A country with both , could never fail .

For Noah ? For Gilgamesh ? They both build an ark
In a tissue of lies , you can’t tell them apart
One is a carpenter , one is a King
From which of these stories can you hear the truth ring ?

A man in his garden or a King from a throne
One with a huge budget , one working alone
One fought a war to steal loads of trees
One prayed in his garden and he prayed on his knees .


When wood is cut it then has to dry
An inch every year , how the time flies
Then to the shipwright to be built in shipyards
It’s done by the hammer , not the singing of bards .


If you build one ark , why not build two
In a Global disaster one might not get through
And if you build two , why not build ten
A King says keep building , again then again !

The global elite , the ancient big brother
You use up the earth , now you’re running for cover
The people , like rats , must swim or go under
In rain and in storm , by lightning and thunder !

The fleet sailed away with a worlds total treasure
Into the storm with a cargo beyond measure
All that was needed to start life again
The entire knowledge of the history of men .

In the worlds fiercest storm the fleet was soon broken
Each ship on it’s own , each it’s own totem
Riding the waves so massively tall
Some reaching the top , some taking the fall .

So there you are , the worlds oldest story
Carved in a stone and it didn’t bore me.
It sounds like a time and a place that I know
The global elite are ready
But when will they go ?



Written by Buster Nolan ©

Wear a golden Ribbon (for your p.m.t.)

Wear a golden ribbon for your p.m.t.
Put it on your wrist, so everyone can see
Wear a golden ribbon
Each time you start your flow
Show it to the world
So everyone can know

You are going subterranean
To find out mysteries
You empty then you fill again
Like the rivers, streams and seas!

In the dark, in the mist
We feel and touch and sense
Raw emotions coursing through
To teach and fuel and drench!

When you start you’re bleeding
The colour turns to red
Then you’re full of feeling
Strange thoughts can fill your head
Wear your red ribbon
Wear it with great pride
Once your gift was hidden
Till’ the ribbon was untied!

Sounds and colours intensify
As you’re flowing through this time
Your spirits in some other land
Where feelings are refined!

Mothers, Maidens, Warriors, Crones!
Up in the heavens the full moon roams!
Twenty eight days and the cycles complete!
Encompass the jewels
The bitter, the sweet!
When the periods over
A new time comes to be
The colour you are wearing
Reflects this mystery
Full of life and laughter
Your ribbon now is green
Hold high this special ribbon
Your power now is seen!

You have the knowledge
And the powers of old
In your blood are the mothers !
The young and the bold
Every wise woman that ever has been
In the times of your period
These mothers are seen!

Wearing golden ribbons
Wearing red ones to
Waiting for the green light
Life is coming through
Wearing coloured ribbons
That dance and fly and spin
Showing all the Mystery
That woman holds within!

In the dark and in the depths
The blood runs red…
Giving rise to ideas
And thoughts in your head!
Those memories from mothers
Long, long ago
The ancient tradition
To nurture, to grow!

Written by Buster + Janette