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High Upon Stone
Ice cracked bones
Heart made of stone
The statue sits upon its throne
All alone birds tend
Her loneliness
Heeding her
Muted cries
Within is a heart
That could never lie
Outside a body and face
That never shall lie
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The Space Between
The answer lies within a dream
At the end of the rainbow
Before it burns away
Heat mist vapor trails
Burning into thin air
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Seaside Anchor
The irony of the clock
The ride has ended
The ship has docked
The captain has departed
Sailors flocked
Only the
Seals and seabirds
The sea shells and crusted oysters
Remain
Upon glistening nighttime
Sparkling moonlit
Ocean
plains
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Boondocks the fearful kingdom
I
Over the river stalking and swooping
Birds of Prey
Beneath the surface
Fishes glide
With the tide
Downstream
Down low
Best keep on their dusty way
Till the mother sun and twilight
Fade into gentle moonlight
And Blindness sends
The wind stalkers away
II
In the cold desolate night
The forest creaks and groans
Cool and cold winds breath heavy
And groan
-The sounds of night
Creatures shutter and scatter
Animals and natures
Communal pains and woes
Darwin’s asleep
He cant hear the belly of the beast groan
All now all alone
Scared to the bone
Salvation lies in fires illuminative light
Piercing glow of the tapestry of night
As the ghost horse runs wild
Until shes free of what spooked her
In her haunted yesterlife
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Upon Yours
In all the lies that you told
Rest in peace
Soul to sold
In the dark mausoleum
Sullenly dark
and
Dimly bold
In the winter
Cruel and cold
Heaven rest your soul
Death has found you
Found you
In the heavens above
Resting alone
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Bearing barren
Peso peasants
Many shirtless
Under the dreary sun
Live the life unpleasant
Begging
Mother earth
For rain,
A day another
Fruit for the brother
Toiling in the fields
Wondering what tomorrow
Shall yield
While feeble grandmas and uncles.
Cousins
Weave nighttime warmth
hoping
the cactus gods
will relent
and one day
let the
ripe burning
thirsty and starving
tribes heal
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Campfire’s Light
Chaos chemistry
In the love of you and I
Only true love exists
The rest lies
Lies told
Lies that burn bright
Under smoky twilights
Beside
The campfire’s light
Dead like the trees
Of yesternight
Burning bright
Sparkling
Crackling
In the night’s
Moonlit air
Shining
So very
Bright
Tonight
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Idle Phone
Somehow I have a feeling
Somehow I know
My baby wont be calling tonight
As the cold winds howl and blow
The moon will shed her light
The hard cold rain will fall
Whilst in my dreams
The sun shines of her love
Rose petals beneath
Morning sunbeams
Somehow
Some strange way
Through the cold and lonely night
The rain shall pass
And in the morning
The sunshine reflects
In her bright eyes
And smile
my heart will ease
her bright smile
my aching heart
will relieve
truest of true loves
when finally the doorbell sounds
the phone rings
I believe
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Love is a remedy
Cool rain on a summer’s day
Sunrise chasing the darkness away
Soft skin and bright eyes
Smiles and the thrill of sweet surprise
Starlight illuminating the skies
After a stormy day’s demise
Nectar and flowers as spring comes alive
Lost in her gaze
I slip away
Mesmerized by her beauty
Thoughts of her consume my days
In wonder I anxiously await
that a love so precious
would come my way
fill my heart
and soothe my pains
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To The Beat/Congo Square
Congos
Indian drums
Circular rhythm in the air
Beats collide
Upon the grass fields
Dancers shake
and rise
Their minds floating
Like parasailers in the sky
No fuel
the wind and rhythm
their supply
Their
Consciousness
Drifts
High in the sky
While
Beneath their feet
Ancestors
And the truth
Tramples age old lies
Fearless creatures
Of yesterday
Lie beneath wretched wrecked tombstones
Crumbling Into the dirt
As those upon whom
blessed life and birth were given
blood is passed on
eternal worth
Some fearing fate yet
The fearful fear
only awaiting is terrible surprise
Fearful of their mother earth
And Nature
spooked
of the day of their haunted demise
Still the faith
Remains in the gentle hands
Of the Gods
Resting in the day
And shining through the stars’ light
Strong hearts race in the drum rhythm
As the winds in the sky
Wipe away fear
And memories of the untold
And unsacred lies
While the Congos resound
Echoing a tribal jungle night
Drums roll and hum
the beat goes on
under a lucid twilight
giving way to a piercing sky lit night
fires burning on the earth and in the skies
reflecting
every yesternight
and
As Storms come to pass
The sun and stars
Remain
Always out of reach
From within seas of moonlight
From the mountains to the beach
the beat goes on and on
Flowing like the rivers
And endless waterfalls
That we all seek
Bumping and Grinding
to
Ancient everlasting beats
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