Maciek

1. Vista “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore,  There is society, where none intrudes By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more” - Lord Byron - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 2. The Blue 3. The Green 4. Moors 5. Aurorae 6. Quiet as the Snow 7. Anthropocene inc. Hurrian hymn to Nikkal 8. Ad Astra “Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam That's here. That's home. That's us.” - Carl Sagan

I am the one you call The Thief Universe, blank verse, crowded hearse I am a haven by an unseen stream I'll sing the dawn in with you Now that you have a voice Earthbride amongst the carrion kind Walk with me to your sea Someone in the tomorrow Is waiting for me Someone to share the Thief with Dust with a meaning Precious and rare I am the grass, the maggots and the dust I am the several endings The pain of the slow evil of an unsung life Decades, make them matter Myriad tales shall befall on you Before the evenballad of our stay Walk with me to your sea An unscarred land Unsung yarn Unborn child Await my touch, the luck of the draw Enter now Come Here is life Endlessness Soon, beyond the fields you've come to know You will join the silent flow Follow me, I am the spark At the end of everything Tip the Reaper to ensure The blade is sharp As soon we'll go Follow me into the dark To the birth of everything

A cradle Earth, horizons unseen New world in thirst, for the arcane We are, singers of the gone We remember, as along came life A cradle Earth, horizons unseen Birth of one and a zillion sideshows We are, we were, and will not be We remember, as along came acorn Another birth, another moss green New world in thirst, for the unseen An empty zoo, a starlight vigil Will have a visit, as along came heartbeat Another birth, another monster Endless forms, towards the stronger Menagerie of a new world order We held our breath, as along came suffering We remember, father Pikaia Gave the way, as along came Sapien The cradle Earth, welcoming its newborn Aeons since that very first acorn Together now, in this timeless parade The living lie, dead afraid Then they saw the moon, and found caring We remember, as along came writing Such worlds were there, zoos dead again After all, we should`ve never appeared Spaceship Earth, through the fields of time They understood, as along came wisdom We have been here a while At the end of Pi, as along came harvest We will remember all the suffering We wrote this in a tongue you will understand Words and melodies with a touch of coloring We were there and will remember mankind Our kin Aeons ago

Ten thousand tales for the curious kind Bazaar of heavens for a hive mind Abraham cut into three Man found gods and began to preach Suffering loves faythe loves suffering Smile to elders like a good doll Repent, accept, separate yourself Suck the aureate tongue Sing the praise of your creation Bride prices, thought crimes, blind minds The word hides vivid monsters To bed the tribal itch.

We see a mother with no child We meet a stranger, poor, exiled How’s the heart while it still beats? Asks a no-one Another John Doe Sorrow hides well in your shell A fellow man with hurt to spare Dear one, Here I am to share the fear An act of kindness Without an amen How’s the heart Underneath the silence? How’s the one Drowning in the mire? Let us sound a human paean Come in, the fire’s warm Burn the rope and dance some more We met where the cliff greets the sea Shared a story, took the leap Rose up rooted, hid a note You know where You’ve been there Now there’s one who came from me A child of light, another tale Dear one, Night will come but not to stay Why? The answer’s in the Fair winds my love Fly towards the calm Fly utterly lost Towards a beating heart How is that heart Underneath the silence? How is the one Drowning in the mire? Let us sound a human paean Come on in, the fire’s warm Dull the blade and dance some more

Once there was a silent canvas Sleeping stories unimagined Birth of what if’s, hope and wonder Winds will be named, words will shelter Then, something wicked this way came Showed a way to the great escape Evoke the worlds, sparked the brain An ape in awe before a door To labyrinth To keystone Earth To fallen stars To there and back We’re the writers Of another way to be We’re the writers Of whatever we cry home A moment alone With unbeknown Reset the world Imagine home A primal need To touch the stars Only way there To enter Imagine music, dance, illusion Tales of dust, of man in the moon The sea lady, snow, glass, apples It is stories that built cathedrals To lose yourself To find who you are Follow your tale, remember your name Enter the woods Tir Na Nog And bring back the good A pale beautiful theatre stage A feast of beautiful tragedy, wonderful fantasy The play is yours to write Yours to live Ready the night by a playwright