April 2008
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Hanging Toes
so sings the wind when the storms are strong,the glowing home stays warm when our hearts are whole.Like golden, brazen wheat fields tall,we stand up straight should the dew fall.
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Trees Grow Where Trees Grow
I held you tight and layed you down in the dirt.I listened to you cry as you pushed through the earth.I danced through a lover’s hair and streak her with the sun.I paint her body bronze and gave her her lungs.I felt her ship tip and sway giving in to the ocean’s ways.And I raised her mast to fill her sails with songs.I gave her faith to understand meand grace to dance around mebut she...
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I’m sorry mother I’m just tired and weak.I’ve been awake for days, my tounge spike with drinks. I maybe the reason you’re so blue. It maybe the season that changes your mood. But we’ll never know for sure if I’ll ever be acceptable.
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We are serpents, venomous and uncertain.
They recognized him with the breaking of the world. For when the cracks formed, his face emerged. And we all knew better than to believe what we sang with our lungs but it sounded so beautiful to us once that we kept it going, in our naivety. With vanity flowing through our veins, we are not acceptable. Wake us; lift our backs from the bed. We need a new day, though it’s probably too much to...