Submissions by owlspeaks
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2015 7:10am
5th Jun 2015 7:10am
ornithological
if i am the eagle
bearing witness beneath intrepid wings
then you are the crow
flashing black and hungry
to obscure my vision of constructed Source.
i would not spite your evolution
for our motives are the same.
although You kill for just the taste of blood.
i leave nothing behind
but bones
bleached And holy
in moon's effervescent glow.
decomposition, our sovereign entity
a food
for Life's myriad flight paTTERNS
bearing witness beneath intrepid wings
then you are the crow
flashing black and hungry
to obscure my vision of constructed Source.
i would not spite your evolution
for our motives are the same.
although You kill for just the taste of blood.
i leave nothing behind
but bones
bleached And holy
in moon's effervescent glow.
decomposition, our sovereign entity
a food
for Life's myriad flight paTTERNS
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2015 7:34am
11th Feb 2015 7:34am
i guess i'll be WWOOFing soon
I paint the islands with the color of manifestation.
I see their faces peer out of the water.
I want them to take me.
I want
them to take me in.
Into the trees where my city-stiff bones can rest,
into sea milk where time has no song,
into the homes of Owl, Snake, Coyote
and Deer,
to where I have only visited inside dreams.
There are fleeting tastes where I am made whole
and the native tongue rolls from mine
like gratitude.
There are moments where the ancient drums
silently move the...
I see their faces peer out of the water.
I want them to take me.
I want
them to take me in.
Into the trees where my city-stiff bones can rest,
into sea milk where time has no song,
into the homes of Owl, Snake, Coyote
and Deer,
to where I have only visited inside dreams.
There are fleeting tastes where I am made whole
and the native tongue rolls from mine
like gratitude.
There are moments where the ancient drums
silently move the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2014 9:27pm
12th Jun 2014 9:27pm
quiet muse
summer is saccharine truth.
a sanguine sacramental time
sick and divine
to fry the mind
in warm amber oils,
and bake in the fragile crystalline sun
devoid of both blood
and reason.
an era to be stoned out on the pavement,
seeping orch(astral) arrangement,
listening
as the constellations coughed.
soft rain fell
on the infant concretes
that were beaded up
and washed in languid surprise.
rise, for your youth is calling:
it is whispering out the door
and feeding you
with...
a sanguine sacramental time
sick and divine
to fry the mind
in warm amber oils,
and bake in the fragile crystalline sun
devoid of both blood
and reason.
an era to be stoned out on the pavement,
seeping orch(astral) arrangement,
listening
as the constellations coughed.
soft rain fell
on the infant concretes
that were beaded up
and washed in languid surprise.
rise, for your youth is calling:
it is whispering out the door
and feeding you
with...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Apr 2014 5:14am
14th Apr 2014 5:14am
discovery park
Mars is volatile, Moon is lusting in Aquarius,
what could that possibly mean
when our faces of clay crack and sway
under the pressure of the waves and the slow
molten cell hovering in the crumbing sky above?
Orange membrane, soft and supple, into spastic mitosis,
eaten eyes set out to watch the millions of Sun-bodies duplicate
and shimmer on the rolling milky waves of cool ocean
and thick heady pollution.
Across the rhythm and talk of days a hawk does dip quickly,
a swift trip,
a hair flip flicker like the tide, smooth and jeweled ...
what could that possibly mean
when our faces of clay crack and sway
under the pressure of the waves and the slow
molten cell hovering in the crumbing sky above?
Orange membrane, soft and supple, into spastic mitosis,
eaten eyes set out to watch the millions of Sun-bodies duplicate
and shimmer on the rolling milky waves of cool ocean
and thick heady pollution.
Across the rhythm and talk of days a hawk does dip quickly,
a swift trip,
a hair flip flicker like the tide, smooth and jeweled ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2014 6:58pm
5th Apr 2014 6:58pm
ode to the swearing woman with 5 crying children
O poor old mother on the aluminum clanking caterpillar
crossing streets,
the city bus,
with crying child broken down in your exhausted yet immaculate
madonna pose.
you weep for your sons are living
and always needing more fluids from
the barren breast.
how much can
a human take? how much can be balanced upon the fragile embryonic
mind before the stones of sanity erode
and it all concaves?
what do the millions of fissures that dance around eyes
and mouth speak about this warm and crumbling catholic statue
that is your body?
what...
crossing streets,
the city bus,
with crying child broken down in your exhausted yet immaculate
madonna pose.
you weep for your sons are living
and always needing more fluids from
the barren breast.
how much can
a human take? how much can be balanced upon the fragile embryonic
mind before the stones of sanity erode
and it all concaves?
what do the millions of fissures that dance around eyes
and mouth speak about this warm and crumbling catholic statue
that is your body?
what...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2014 7:49am
30th Mar 2014 7:49am
the road, and the things i found inside of his mouth
hurtling down dark highways
i sense that
there's chaos in the rivers just beyond-
a certain stinging nothingness
flowing as a serpent-
venom hot in veins tied, shedding
old bodies of skin and growing
out of wicked flesh forms, once pregnant
or once stained and severely awake.
i jolted, rolling over
with a longing
striving sensation
to taste saline sea minds
and be free of a
mammal form-
soft and sleepless in the
swollen coarse haired
pillows assimilating with silence
pure,
delicate, and
lost...
i sense that
there's chaos in the rivers just beyond-
a certain stinging nothingness
flowing as a serpent-
venom hot in veins tied, shedding
old bodies of skin and growing
out of wicked flesh forms, once pregnant
or once stained and severely awake.
i jolted, rolling over
with a longing
striving sensation
to taste saline sea minds
and be free of a
mammal form-
soft and sleepless in the
swollen coarse haired
pillows assimilating with silence
pure,
delicate, and
lost...
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