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Run to the rivers,
Run to the sea,
Take these tears,
That spring from me,
And just as prayers
Can fall with rain,
Spare us all
From dust,
And pain.
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REMEMBRANCE
The once proud poppy,
Armed with thorn,
Its battlefields,
From history,
Torn,
To stain this street
With innocent spoil,
Whose colour now,
Is blood and oil.
FUTURE KIND
The eyes of the future,
Looking back at me,
What do they see,
Those children.
Have I designed
A torturous maze,
In which they find
Their lives,
Their days,
Innocent hearts
That now so hopeful gleam,
Entrusting me,
With an unknown dream.
POLITICS
Cut them down,
Those dusty puppets of reason,
Whose musty ventriloquism
Through flaky, painted smiles,
Is treason to the heart.
MY SAFE PLACE
The way in,
Not too tall,
That none may enter,
Standing,
Save for the child,
The inside
Carefully guarded
By a bow,
Beyond is blood,
Mud and wild,
Left as shoes
Outside the door,
Be seated,
Curl upon the floor,
Sharing breath,
The fire is warm,
Brightened by our offerings
Of kindness,
Safe from harm,
The invitation is to feel,
And in touching,
To reveal,
In gentle singing,
The whispering
Of heart to heart,
Resting,
Dreaming dreams
Of how to heal.
WIZARDRY
The bright, silvery steel of intention,
Ricochets into the machine,
Flipped and bounced,
With alarming bells and violent klaxons,
From cushioned pillars of expectation,
Propelled into traps,
Spring-loaded with doubt,
A short-lived game,
That dies to sarcastic fanfare,
And unforgettable, flashing neon,
Spelling tilt,
Guilt,
And frustration.
RING A RING
As growth rings the tree,
So for me,
Yet invisibly,
As memory,
And knowledge,
Fused at conception
In a cellular super nova,
Releasing another potent life,
Into orbit,
Around its own sun,
Its own, originating star,
The shining blueprint
Of its own design,
Streaming outwards,
To occupy space,
To dwell as time,
An emerald heart,
With sapphire mind,
Skin tight liberty,
And a furnace of gold,
The only reflection
I behold,
As growth pours in,
And life flows on,
Encircled by the snares
Of knowledge,
And memory,
Is of a light,
That is free,
To live and love,
As brightly,
As its imagination dares.
So for me,
Yet invisibly,
As memory,
And knowledge,
Fused at conception
In a cellular super nova,
Releasing another potent life,
Into orbit,
Around its own sun,
Its own, originating star,
The shining blueprint
Of its own design,
Streaming outwards,
To occupy space,
To dwell as time,
An emerald heart,
With sapphire mind,
Skin tight liberty,
And a furnace of gold,
The only reflection
I behold,
As growth pours in,
And life flows on,
Encircled by the snares
Of knowledge,
And memory,
Is of a light,
That is free,
To live and love,
As brightly,
As its imagination dares.
SNAKE
As the snake
May taste its tail,
So may we
Know time,
Neither ending
Nor ever begun,
Yet there,
Somewhere,
Between tail,
And tongue.
May taste its tail,
So may we
Know time,
Neither ending
Nor ever begun,
Yet there,
Somewhere,
Between tail,
And tongue.
MY CAT
Why does my cat
Look me in the eyes?
What is it there,
That equally applies,
More so than to care
For the perils of feet,
That seem incomplete
With their strange lack of hair,
Or coats that change,
As do the skies?
Why does my cat
Look me in the eyes?
Look me in the eyes?
What is it there,
That equally applies,
More so than to care
For the perils of feet,
That seem incomplete
With their strange lack of hair,
Or coats that change,
As do the skies?
Why does my cat
Look me in the eyes?
WHERE?
To where might we fall,
Releasing those taught,
Moral guides,
To stare at lust,
With our heart's intent,
Not so much
The slaying of a dragon,
As holding hands with innocence,
Playing shadows,
On the wall.