This morning,
the whole world,
was speaking to me.
One sign,
a warning,
another wish me luck,
then who are you?
One bird seen falling,
means ghosts are recalling,
This morning,
the whole world,
was speaking to me.
One sign,
a warning,
another wish me luck,
then who are you?
One bird seen falling,
means ghosts are recalling,
This is a long 'short' I've been working on for a while. It utilises northern Australian Aboriginal folklore and I'd be very interested in reader's opinions.
Where’s the fortress crowning that kingly belief?
Only he is tort with a child tempers goal?
He, “who strikes the lightening”, forms your soul
Lord; you can extract the salt
Out of the sea;
But how lord do you decree?
Too take the briny-sea out the salt.
Lord; you can smudge a cloud
Out of the skies;
An omen, parks itself on my doorstep
As it draws into me, closer, gripping
My throat begins to tighten the the screw
and I helplessly bleed tears I cannot explain.
I seldom write of death. I’m still too young;
My pen has yet to spell of lives dispelled,
And when I walked my way, the hand I held
Was not the shadow I’ll hold down the long
Prose about death and reincarnation
WHY JESSICA DECIEDED TO FOLLOW JESUS
This is a poem that I write
Because the words have failed the tongue.
This is a canticle of night
Because my grail has spilled the sun.
I was religious, though I thought
Authentic by me
Sage from the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota,
slips into a wood burned box. Old woman’s hands caress
the free flapping of wings; for this nighthawk, there is no
On nap of monarch’s wing have I not flown?
Done crossed times mortal ravages
Into that livery my king holds his throne
Save all; but these wolfs and savages.
Even fire replaces what it eats,
and even through the flames of lies, the truth comes sprouting through
It helps offset the pain...midnight ramblings!