Thursday, May 28, 2009

To love

Crawling into me like your hands inside my hair
Gentle and smooth
Coming in like sand and its salt water lapping shore
sweet and salted
Disolving all my fear, frustration and anger
like ice into boiled water
Calming and soothing me kindly between its soft touch
like the beauty of music in my heart
And flooding my body tender and strong
like rows of spring apple orchards and valleys
Given unto its wonder my body moves and breathes
like a sea turtle as dawn kisses and lulls it
Through the hundreds of years upon my dancing smile
like the best days I ever remember spending with you
my love

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Cunning America hides in the tombs of its predecessors,
too nimble to thumb its own hand,
digging from the graves of its innocent.
America hands itself to the deaf,
roars at the sheepish,
dies before the virgins
floods itself in youth,
never trusting the wisdom of the wrinkled
elders to whom the land belonged.
It dies before Rome,
It falters before the emperor of East,
It knows not is production nor its waste,
gauging the deaf for hints of their hides.
Trying to kiss the fur,
of seals in dead harbors,
of bits of its garbage in its belly fishing,
of hurracanes that hold no.........

NO information the CIA will take into connsiddeation
So many things have been written about America
what would mine be?
Nothing,

Friday, May 8, 2009

Impunity

Selfish being has your thunder come across my heart rambling
Tossed upon your grief
and wonder
Has the curdled bolls taught you to kiss the shrines, has the wisdom
of your torture become my peace
Has riddled rising feigning dank and rough bounty cursed your plains
As wandering desert in autumn
the gathering leaves of hills
whisper slightly unto my mothers words
Child, hast thou forgotten?
Hast thou moved so far away from my native heart
Betwixt the columns of danger and deceit
Hast thou become the nightmare of the kindred
Lost?
Just because your joy taunted mine
Does that mean you grace must fall unto the wicked?
Why can not you slip into the solidity of peace?
Why can not your spell be cast among the living?
Lips upon the soil as death does unto the innocent.

Nowhere than the curves of earth
Nowhere except the daunting monuments that god hid before the breathing
Souls of men.
our wicked captivity has my belt entangled
In the tears of cities tumbled
Like weeds upon a foreign shore
How can you not see the beast in me?
Deception
Like the curve of a edible woman
Is all it will be to you
Not the glimmer of vast deeds that shatter
The looking glass of time
Seek beyond the highest hills
walk the quietest valleys
There you will find the whisper of creation.

As cannons fire overhead, look ye not upon the graves
look ye unto the eyes that meet.
Rest your eyes on heaven,