I held roses for the dying heart a bruise emblem sleeve to footwear
O Wizened Entity, placed in greatness long may those eyes protect, bless and save thee.
Gatekeepers watch, awaiting those that book passage into hidden garden grove thy wooden wise one we place our faith to Your protection hearth of spirit, looking glass divine we Your children,dress Your spritely visage emblazoned emblem, totem to All Faith She The Goddess praised within place
Wield thy sword and shield for the day has come O Yes... another one
Crop-circles form over an even-edged field while blocks roll further down laden paths row upon row, blade to soil, crease to fruit beckons spoiled labor, whisper those not over-turned -ever blacken the stalk as dot the eyes remain this ash of monument sense to pride glow to shimmer, flickering mosquito race the inner glaze within the jar of hope for an outside contaminated world
I the child of green fit fine to forest floors the bed of moss under Mother of pearl crush leaf to folded arm we stretch together every vine tip to tree the mushroom morel and may-apple dram that Ash and Oak press on the weight of them staggers this lay of land I watch the holler meander down protected valleys, kissed by honeysuckle and silver bedded streams we eat of raspberry, blackberry and elder licking sweet nectar whilst thinking jam tap slowly the maple tree and let firm the sap sugar-cubes to hand awaiting Winters...
Spread thy deuterium wands upon the glass we both have gathered many grays the gold of the ancients still tug you back held firmly, we remember the touchstones one by eye, two by mind we meld within were worlds welded despite fractures in time
Woe with ritualistic meals we share the pain collecting cost spread betwixt conclave none say, none know , which sin is delivered shadows of the past coat over ghost-like from the veil meats of flesh brought torn as delicacy juice runs salted down the bent arm I...
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...