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| Poetry, page 2 |
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| Glancing towards the distant stars I stood up, armored With my weapon in hand My cloak surrounding me A million folds of black... I've been traveling for lifetimes A wanderer; a wonderer Of many of life's great mysteries Though they are hard to understand... Why? I've asked a thousand times But there creeps no answer from The clear-quartz zephyrs That carried your voice. Why? I could ask a thousand times more And still, the same silence Replies to my inquiry Not even my cloak can reflect your gaze. I cannot avoid you, I cannot forget Those memories locked within my fragile heart Though I try to stay strong, my armor bleeds rust Covering scars that will always be crimson Exposing my wounds, though you already knew Of their existance... Whether or not you choose to reveal your hand I removed my gloves For there is no use of wearing them On broken hands. |
| I once was kissed beneath ivory mists of snow and pleasure Whose only measure escaped all zephyrs before me For here I am alone, and yet Filled with the presence of dreams evanescing before their promise. Zephyrus is his name He who sails upon the waves of thoughts with Wings of dust and bone fragments Commenting on the Moon's sanctuary Hidden deep within the breath of every woman. Copper bands twisting upon the reminiscing pieces of my soul There's no need to control the whole entity Whose consciousness is hidden in deep well-holes Waiting to be identified as our heritage I have witnessed the marriage between Earth and Sky, As moments fly and crumble into sand of quartz That even in watches cannot tell us time. Snatching the moment from feathers off the winds, Driven by tears that rain in furious fathoms For this has slain all hatred from my mind And I kindly resign to the wondrous land That my mother's breast which nourished both My spirit and stomach Gives birth to all life as she did to me. But if I was born from her womb, Entombed within me various gifts And life that burns within me as the sun at dawn does Then why do my sisters not lift their head To witness the birth each day once more? Beside us, our brothers, lovers, fathers, ancestors, sons Do they not hear the whispers of the moon? The secrets are gossiped By the fae of the trees What is the reason for our distance? Our existance is shared beyond cosmic energies and soliloquys For I am the Earth Mother Breasts bared to feed my children The sacred milk from which dreams are derived To survive, my heart is chopped to little pieces And fed to those starving of love So that the whole world may have a piece of my heart And live in peace. |
| I awoke from reality To find myself lost in shades of green Moss embossing detail On the roots of trees. Beside me, a white wolf Gently steps before me As the shadow of the black wolves Fade into the forests. |
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