Mysticism flows through tear dripped leaves psalm sung umbrella periodic whisper sails billow open pliant comb, Homeric passage weep in woe, thine eye wave upon wave with hope dye
a stain preservation, set to stone love, trust, secure salient shoulder without hint of ohms signature we flow forward and bold face to flame envelopes, Faustian fed fire sold to the journey, written on bone
Gold hues with soft laps from giving blue, spread out like fingers lay a low calm whisper its serenity, whistling peace through leaf and tree
I have lived this, bear the mark-blood to soil an arrow of rock stands in testament for mid-river fishing the row gathers as netted vine captures bounty so slow goes the bronzed one, setting fire upon glass we breathe deep in silhouette watching the magma shine fall to the past
Blight borne of ignorance from smokestack lightning carves desperation from new-found traditions
To don the freedom of civil garb we stand again to look at America squarely in the face. This country of ours, despite all its better souls have done and dreamed; is yet a shameful land... It lynches It disenfranchises its own citizens It encourages ignorance It steals from Us It insults Us We return from fighting, we return fighting. Make way for democracy."
~W.E.B Du Bois
There is a voodoo about suppressing change. Not the healing kind, but that glamour of infinite possibility... A hex...
Rest child for no other mother loves you like I paused you may find sleeping eyes and broken heart with this life in such silence the brightest moments shine yet hurt utmost winds bow east to west as the very trees crack split by indifference May-apples bloom then shorn the white flower once present disappears by gale and falling rain
Leave me my bed-time tales Mother detractors sneer, claim them useless equally deserted ...
Nestled in the fibers of gods pocket bathes the light filtered by leaves scattered patterns of shapes and design woven moments etch fragile as time the whole structure sways while my mind drifts picking up pieces i favor tonguing toadstools and I wander after wonder to the strands of silver we share if it is wrong to be in constant question how to better myself have i worn attributes enough to be one with paradise diamonds that sparkle forever drape from the wrist as I watch Pomors bird take on shape ...