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| Misty moon in this bright November sky
Twilight twinkled with thoughts of maybe
Gently swinging from boughs of creaks and sighs
Lighting lanterns to warm this hazy
Night
Never notice the cold that cools you here
Just the beat of your heart and music
Bloody heat of your body holding dear
All the loving that somehow keeps it
Right
Wine and wonderment beg of nights past worn
Thin by matches soft and blackened
Lit to lower the moon whose cloak has torn
Bursting seamless with all that happened
Tonight | Comments: Leave a comment.   |
| Sweet honey -
Suns and moons leap and dive for you;
Hills roll to catch the sweat on your back;
Forests breathe and sing to pump rhythm into your lungs;
Oceans froth in empowered delight at the sound of your laugh -
So I'll honor each earthy dance
And ever praise the moon that rose your sun
This morning. | | Comments: Leave a comment. |
| How do you pay homage to someone you never knew, will never meet because a drive-by in your neighborhood got to her before you could?
How deeply would you have loved her (you're not foolish enough to ask "could")? You'll never know, seventeen years erased by the playback force of twelve bullets.
For the love of future mothers and those of forever. | | Comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment. |
| grey hair righteously
bellowing behind biker,
gears of time derailed | | Comments: Leave a comment. |
| steam-chested women
infiltrate the chilly crowd
with wheels relentless | | Comments: Leave a comment. |
| beautiful lady,
let us lay in the silence
of a thousand moons | | Comments: Leave a comment. |
| tomorrow's goodness
hangs on the wonderment of
yesterday's jigsaw | | Comments: Leave a comment. |
| cradling these whispered
dreams with tangled fingers -- my
goodnight lullaby | | Comments: Leave a comment. |
| there are blackberries along the railroad tracks
that oughta be staining our lined palms
and sticking sweetness to our lips | | Comments: Leave a comment. |
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