There
is a flow
to nourish
the bones of my story
Her singing bowls have just
begun a morning’s ring…
Flow on:
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Bathtub Prayers 4
while the wall close in
no waters to pour in my cup
not God or man can change
the hurting tongues
Bathtub Prayers :
No smoke No fire:
I don’t know where the sea joined me,but the sea had come.I noticed along every path,through tunnels and useful roads the trees were meaner. Their presence just like me giggled at the chance to see single drops pouring sideways .I stood there in foggy bushes,evergreens and hogweeds.The trees danced with swirls, I tried to mimic. Pillowing further into my thoughts, rushing to steam off such bias helpings, the trees .
As if to say, remember the void. Nothingness ,thee great gulf that separated the waters. That holy occurrence, that made heaven real and called light day.Upon this firmament- rested during the night and breathed into man’s nostrils. To make the first souls.Or else, Noah would return – preach good tidings once more. Earth would be destroyed. Instead of holy water he’d bring the hurricane -the ocean and all its power. Elated into joy, there was no more need of one pitiful suicide but all of us could die together.
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Fixed Day 23 Napowrimo
Five buckets of love
Above Ash Place street
Spirits,on the floor, laughing , such a soothing fall.
Her wig fell straight into the offering plate ,
all because her fix was twisted
I pulled the joker’s card and did me no good
I attended Church @ Bedside Baptist
Farting on oak wood,
while the people praise the Lord…
An old woman sneered said “you ought to be a shame!”
I guess I couldn’t help it!!!
Higher Call Day 18),Napowrimo
Our spirits groan deep within.
Yearning for each mountain to climb.
A subtle gaze to look upon,
ancient-land.
The wooden staff ,
healing-breeze
For when the mountain calls you- go
Go-home to the “burning tree”
and listen closely,
the mountain speaks.
Sheep-less Day 13) Napowrimo Riddle
A fiery-baptism
softens each wayward night
Speaking in tongues
of my ancestors-kin
laying under each stoney-neck
Purging the confessions of the wind
Swinging clicks
stroke of cotton
lead astray
One hundred and eighty degrees
I believe.
Exhale Day 12)Napowrimo
She had crumbled before
throwing hands right above the stippled light.
This time, her eyes were squared
distilling the faintest of frozen dust.
Her thirst was cleaver
anticipating her stage
She could really take flight.
Just,
Tonight.
Give it all you got!
Even if it is just another bust,
Exhale
Still Alive Day (5) Napowrimo
No greater Gulf between hell and I
Perhaps the rupturing twilight
could speak
For I never saw a man with holes in both hands and still be alive
Betrayed for pennies of fear
Ah-that Christ must die
watching the dust
settle, under seeds that
refuse to do any thinking of growing
For I never saw a man on fire and not be turned to ash
weakened by devicely
pleasures,
the serpents’ crawl
bitten with just one kiss
I pray to understand
these wages of sin has given dollars of death that do not spend
Upheaving Justice, that suppose our souls, wern’t worth the saving!
Here I am -again,
if we can’t overcome
and we can’t ever overstand,
Then what’s a man gotta do to get a little water his thirst!
For I never saw a man whose only kingdom was the cross
Some men have it all, some are lost,
some earn their freedom, and others shout crucify ,crucify
For I never saw a man,forgive like this
Filtered and pushing into the dark abyss
Great drops of blood ,
if only this, cup could pass, then earth would shake with witnesses beyond the mass
No greater gulf between Hell and I
For I never saw a man with holes in both his hands and still be alive…
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