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during her first steps
she cannot see through her eyes on the wings
thus she cleans her inner lens from magnifying –
with every other step she listens to her soles
and stand agape,
and hair erect-
upon the nape
of time inside
this whiskey glass-
Descending
into Dragon Pass…
I have a soul
that must be sold-
I’m told it’s worth
the weight in gold,
alas,
I cannot get it back-
from voices on
this hellbound track…
That the CIA killed Luther King and that all the bees have knees
And when it comes to fairy tales I know them to be true
Like Sleeping Beauty, Peter Pan and Cinderella too,
the Big Bang Theory’s just a lie, the Bible tells us so
The world was made in just six days… another fact I know
I know that global warming’s false, a giant bloody fib
I don’t believe in Satan and I know Eve comes from Adam’s rib
I know that Churchill never planned to ‘fight ‘em on the beaches’
And Charlie boy was joking with his ‘origin of the species’
I also know Descartes was wrong with “I think, therefore I am”
So those who don’t, just cannot be … do you think they give a dam.
It’s a fact they never got Bin Laden as they said
and that Hitler fled to Chile and pretended he was dead
That Eichmann wasn’t guilty when they put him up for trial
Six million jews, it wasn’t him…pure holocaust denial
That Mugabe is a gentleman who wouldn’t hurt a fly
That Nixon, Bush and Tony Blair would never tell a lie
spark of eyes!
You trod all cultures with your classic grace
Of posture, figure, profile
The breathy touch, so tentative,
The answering squeeze
All beams and tiptoes as we trod
Unspoken message:
“The dream’s come true”
The curtain nearly volunteered
To close itself.
my mind seems to wonder,
is this the sunshine?
or lightening and thunder?
Is this the dream
or simply a phase?
From what I can see,
we have limited days.
Of this sleepless night,
And in the midst
Of a slumbering world-
The sensation
as a ghost,
haunts me.
I’m alone. All Alone!
My Breath, Your Cue
My Flesh created
The Flesh that’s You
Soft like a Petal,
Gentle as a Feather
Fresh as The Early
Morning Dew
In my Arms,
You Grew each Day
In Your Birth,
I was Born Anew
Winds of Change
Gently blew
Years melted,
Seasons flew
a simpler time
when dad would come in
and we could smell the fresh icy air
of a day working in the yard
draped around him still
like the cloak of fatherhood
When the burn of the cold
still pricked our cheeks
as we giggled and slurped up
hot soup, strained of course
with spongy white batch
all prepared specially to thaw out
our snowman building bodies
and Christmas lights flickered
across our steamed windows
as the blue-black night pulled itself over
like a vale sprinkled with glitter
Darkening the sky
Stealing the light
Shaking the soul and body
With rambunctious bolts of searing energy.
Let the rain come
And let the thunder roar.
Let the wind take my breath
So that I may no longer speak your name.
Both lost at age four. Pain is evermore.
Is it wrong that I still long to belong?
To share every care and touch your hair?
To pillow fight, fly a kite, hold me tight,
whisper secrets in the dark, swing in the park?
