When I was torn away
I held my sheltered self
Until this blood refused to circulate
Beyond each bend in my arms.
I was left struggling
Though each tick
Felt good against my skin
And the blood
Spoiled my heartbeat
As Sun caressed thy pulse.
The root of man shall be no different
Then the root of every tree
Growing wildly as advantageous
Over rocks upon the ground.
Each mystery of a turn
Formation of a bud
Callus of a wound, deep
Shimmering in the sun.
As seasons take their tide
Summer turns to Autumn
Harvest moon howls night.
Wind is howling through this house
Like inescapable tombs of our past
Flesh biting flesh
Wrapped with fabric so dusty it crumbles.
Yet in open webs I can still see through
Nostalgia hits an ancient bone
That even her subtle breath of wind
Finds it hard to escape duty of.
Slowly eyelids close as raspy sun strokes,
A dying ember reminds us each
That our throat of life
Calms the day’s very nature.
I no longer remember how it used to feel
Which I cannot decide about,
Whether it is a good thing or bad..
For I can only hope for desire
That becometh to mine name
So vibrant as I used to think it once was.
Nay, it was so! My mind does not deceive,
Nor has it lain dormant these so many years
For I have in the deepest of my heart
Secrets you taught me how to live.
Though placebo may sure to have been at risk
It was learned and practiced
Dare I say enhanced?
Through thy thick precision
That has held with me so many a year.
So I shall not then look back
As though it has faded to negligence.
Though sands held at repeated onslaught,
They remain through it all
Sand as it shall be left to sit
Awash in the sun.
Today the sun came out
It spoke in a chant
That told me the history
Of every breath of air I could breathe
Which I collected at the base of my toes
And exhaled through the tip of my tongue.
The sun came out today
And shared itself with me,
I sought laughter and joy
Only evening’s rain could bring
And I smiled
And said “Goodmorning.”
Forever in Desert’s sun
She waited by Cactus
Closing slowly her soft hands
Needle in her thumb
Dragon surfaced in her throat
One she’d never known
She whispered to him by his name
Soon he was her pawn
All at once they struck a deal
One forever indebted
For in her hand she now held strong
Two droplets of crimson blood
Marybelle how did you get over me?
Long eyes of Sadness filled Sky full
And Winds whispered my name
So Sun could not be heard
Tempted by Forgiveness.
There were ten thousand soldiers
Marching at Anger’s temperament
Neigh a moment too late
Though Fury hadst control
Of thine very hand that drew thy sword,
Thrashing at Ground’s dirt
Succumbing to no mortal sin
Lashing at no burdened beast,
Anger held within.
Dear Mary what cometh to thy lips
When walking darkened Forest?
Do raindrops find your angered brow
Do your limbs reach out and yell?
Or does each bird of song lay still
Found pierced with your wicked spear
Sunk for every breath of Love
You whispered at my name.
He could not remain solitude
Friends emerged from all around
One found under a toadstool
One behind a thriving red spruce
Even as the day waned
A coyote came strolling along
Until at last, eyes tired and closing
The moon bid farewell and peace
Then all at once a new day began
A sun stretching over the horizon
And with it, a chorus of white breasted birds
To ring the day begin.