From mid 2015 all written back to back quickly.. to be revisited and properly dated... they definitely need a lot of work .. one is short ideas I planned to expand on ...
Dragon wood behaves accordingly
It looks back at you
and will let you gaze upon
Nobility
And eyes, scales and tails
and breaths of fire
An honorable marriage
not to be taken lightly
With heeded communion
Druidic and spritely
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Title: A Gentle Reprimand
Dear child how long I have known you?
So many times you have been born to me
I see your milestones skipping across the sea
I see your forgetfulness like furling petals
and your crown of nettles.
I see all of the faith that remains
with withered hands, I sift these crystal grains;
Sculpting presence and sands
I am formed in you, in the blooms
and I release from in chambers
a moan
for all you have shown
........
What ghosts of my own evoke themselves
when I dig up the graves of truth?
I talk of art on mirrors;
As if it hears,
the work begins:
I am splayed and hung on the stars
vertebrae along Cassiopeia,
my flesh a nebula falling away,
my eyes a mind.
I am hunted by jaguars,
then torn to shreds and consumed,
after they toyed with me until I learned to turn toward
and kneel in wait and gratitude
for death / medicine infused rebirth
Great Service is no longer optional, but implied
though I am no slave,
having exhumed my tomb,
and finding it empty.
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And another one:
In seeking strength
I find my heart a crux of all fabric
Letting go and reaching out has been, but now
the commitment to fortify and hold together
takes over
and one’s own fortitude becomes
The Drum of the Mother
The Hands of the Father
Mental obstruction. Set in with a gash.
The old cliché of my words turning to ash.
And just as I deny what I realize I always have,
I turn my face asunder
and am unblinded in the flash.
Unblended. Unbled.
How do I construct gold from lead?
I know the imprints by now.
I see the colors of the matrix
and I feel held in purity.
My shaken core inextricably coalesced.
Endless points of contact,
stoic and unstatic.
Given over,
to a stillness that echoes
like a blast
