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Good MorningGood morning.
Morning like a cage door rattling into the sky,
As the whole world opens like an eye.
Morning like a wet glass set down to be tasted.
Like a turkey being basted
As the guests sit skinny-waisted.
Fragment number 1Fear not your sons, or take from them their whistles.
Clang not your bells until you hear what they have made
The fruit of youth grows not within the thistles,
But rise upon the earth where fathers cast their shade.
The NurseSkillfully she chased
The water out
With her hands
With turning wrists
That tensed - pulled out like rope
And they stroked your face
When they did not stroke your face.
The Youthcharged with fervor of one's own
at both sides the stones are thrown
from the zenith, stands erect
hot sweat dripping down his neck
eyes like doe's,thoughless pleas
two marbles, two dead galaxies.
Untitled 1half circles filled with teeth
and the air became black with hands
it was hot
like the breath of a cow
that had fallen down one flight of stairs
its low throwing sand
with spit, with blood
each hoof crossing
to stand in sweat
and soak in the radiance
it was amditted
by a lamp.
The voices had crested
all eyes rest
the light that had been gazed at
for half of the winter
from the attic stairwell
unshakable, the void
between the numbness they had felt
and every infant satisfaction
that every infant cries for.
the seats of their pants
made their way to their chairs
flexing the boards beneath them
cooling their wounds
the door above them
from where they had pushed themselves
standing wide eyed
In the evening they had layed themselves beneath the lamp
On making tea in trenches.to clear a spot with boot in mud
and sit yourself down
to clip your eyes of longgrown fears
and thaw your frozen frown
your mind to think of other things
not of hands and feet and heads
death will not come quietly
for cowards die in beds.
hush a finger to your lips
to the red the brown the grey
no colors make a presence here
but this is a different day
smoke it will come bilowing
from the soggy floor
for shaking in your icey hand
a cup that you must pour.
Poem 2Maybe we can string our souls together
In perfect balance
And walk on some chalk line together
And shuffle away with our feet
Fearful thoughts are like bats
Spiraling columns of trembles
Beating against the hull of some damned ship
Spreading capsized rust on our cheeks
But if the thread is strong, it will not break
And I am doubtful that we will splinter
From our embrace
Because our feet are snug to the line
The only white on the dark ground
Slashed into the earth
By a child
Look a GhostUpon my breast thou would preform
an act of love and wouldest say:
your eyes once bright and lavish form
now i behold a strangled gray.
I reply thee, my little light
your love as binding as our death,
Your reflection of Lord's own might
May save me from my final breath
Stand not so still and wonder so,
Gaze not through me, though through a ghost
You spy, and all your passion stow
I will surley withstand my post.
Though my eyes shall close, breath undone
For all but you, there is not one.
I am the Dew.Lord, I cannot think.
For when Death stands before me,
Will I stand, and drink His drink?
And take His hand,
And tread on this lofty,
Which slips beneath my feet, Lord,
Will I sink,
If I were to drink,
From His ugly molten bowl,
Between His whory, reaking fingers,
Is He the one who I am to give my soul?
No, for it is you
Who made me,
Like the morning dew,
To live in the sun, and dry
Beneath the fading sky.
You are the one to recieve me, and I lay,
In your tender, loving day.
BloodBreathe in deep and hold your ground,
take the quiet – there is no sound.
Choke the clatter and let it drown,
breathe in deep and hold it there,
and know your feelings come unbound.
It washes with you like a flood,
brings you up on ghostly wings!
Your heart, it beats to the Gallow-God’s drum,
your mind it flies in the blackest eye.
Scream a scream of health and kenning,
your soul shakes in your chest and coos to be free.
You are the world in which you live,
the soul in which gods breathe their first and last,
you are the ship in which the times have sailed,
and you are the barrow in which Wyrd makes merry.
See the flesh upon your bone,
like Sky stretched over Earth,
feel the blood beneath the sheath.
Lines like rivers throb within pale skin,
and below your ground there runs the reddening stream.
Life laughs within you,
for you are your yesterdays,
and you are your morrows,
the lie is in the now
for the Norn’s thread is ever spinning,
and you with it are carried like t
Letter to the FiveTo five of you whose travels crossed with mine:
I miss you with a brother's love that time
Could hardly wear away. Though half a year
Has passed, I took from Paul and held you dear
In interceding often for your faith.
I trust both peace and growth have taken place
As proof of faithfulness: He heard my plea
And gave you grace far more than we can see.
I write this to you now as I have prayed,
Convicted by the Spirit, I was swayed
To give you words to take into your heart,
Two exhortations I should now impart.
The first, to seek to prove your faith is real
And genuine, to never lag in zeal.
In trials and in living day to day,
Prioritize his straight and narrow way.
Please recognize that those He holds in love
He (all the more) will strive to truly prove
A faithful heart, a humble, forthright soul.
Adding to his mind is not the goal,
(For what is there the Father does not know
Or darkness that His light could never show?)
But realize the proof's for us, we're thick
At times, forgetting th
0.3 Guiado por Duke llego a una Isla donde vio una0.3 Guiado por Duke llegó a una Isla donde vio una luz
Vi entonces, una pequeña luz a lo lejos
Corrí y corrí hacia ella lleno de esperanzas
Tropecé hartas veces en suelos disparejos
Me decía en mi mente; persevera y alcanza
Aunque esa luz siquiera distante a mis ojos.
No había visto luz alguna en mucho rato
Y ahora tintineaba alegre al otro lado
Mi corazón excitado, brincaba muy alto
En mi pecho ardía fuerte y desaforado
Se transformaría este en un nuevo momento.
Ya golpeado, con mis ropas rotas y sucio
Llegue arrastrándome hasta aquella iluminación
Al límite físico y mental del cansancio
Flotando ahí encontré una terrible decepción;
Ni faro, ni fuego, era luz en el espacio.
Poem_1We began in founded hearts
Imbeded deep in sacred arts.
To grant us our immunity
From death and things that could not be.
Blessed angels sing His songs
Their souls flow hastily.
Release us from our earthly throngs
And fall into eternity.
Light be shown to all the blind
Darkness fades from all it binds
Exposing all that toutch its ray
Now is white which once was grey.
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