Steeple
socialized validity perched
points gunning metallic man
steeples arthritic fingers calcified
now here is the weasels open placebos
imaginative doors see all the peoples
POETRY FOR YOUR HEART NOT FOR YOUR HEAD.
What you see in the dark when you've been hunting lions. They have been ready, following, still comforting all along.
La Cabra
sleepy eyes
tiny la cabra
hay underfoot
old man with the pipe
ten cuidado
asleep in mud pudding
rainbows color hay in giant bundles
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Kindred
slump on the wall eyes bruised
grapes crushed tight in the mouth
three words to save humanity
one word to choke unsorted spit
the lambs wool is tempered
as the lion hunts in astral planes
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Insensible Morality
purpose tolerates petty tyrants
idolatry deems to know magic
sinners beware of those who judge
light that symbols spark is one
no more than gold cities with doves
forgiveness be kind in muds darkness
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prophesy
listening to mortals seed
false prophesies serving
hands above floating head
tree branch intertwined
the lion sits patiently below
lambs fall softly caressing mane
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Letter
missing in the fires of California
letter floating pain sparking void
angry positions gathering kindle
grapevine in the middle no end
wilderness dressed in matching gloves
lizards lounging thin skin moralizing
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Gypsy Rojo, Ladybugs
in a small loft above the cliff built on sticks
no windows no doors breathing hyacinth
waves breaking wounds torn from her bosom
ladybugs lost comfort in the dark willing respite
a piece of body left in a shell to mother her loves
in the sand on the wood shifted possessively awoken
asleep protected grace transformed to age wisdom
the gifts were lifted the light shadowed red for power
white for earth slipping to the splinter of the wood
to the bottom of the cliff to look up trees at peace
ladybugs all flew red spotted eyes of the gypsy rojo
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Garbage
pick it up off the floor
chin so uptight caught pneumonia
cake crumbles from the mouth
underneath frivolous rants
garbage old and stinky
doorknob in the hole
burdening fire from the other side
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Serene
rough agendas greasing portraits
eyes with sparks unaware truths
holistic births in the marauded fields
corners weeping lifting humanity
the year is foretold to sleeping minds
primordial harmonies weaving blankets
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One Eyed Witch
herded black bones
inside out soft parabolas
withered disdain fortified
columns purposed magnificence
roman empire groaning
under the guise of the one eyed witch
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