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Crow mother

28/7/2015

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A crow I've become
over night!
She visited me
and gave me her feather
and she said:
I am mother
to you.


This makes me a Bird-Borne
a girl of the night
with feathers black as the dark of the moon
and a beak
potent to speak and repeat
the things I hear
and the things I think.


My crow mother told me
that I could say what I wanted,
in fact, that I should!
That birth to me she gave
so I would be her beloved daughter
who only speaks
her own mind.


Now this is a blessing quite unusual
and I shall surely take it to heart.
What mother told me
is to sing of my soul
and to tear the veils apart.





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CACOPHONY

22/7/2015

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the cacophony of the world 

collides with the wind

and the ocean rises in opalescence.


the skunk touched me by chance

and now the cacophony of my senses

has created a shimmer of opalescence.


this has struck me as odd. 

the opalescent rising of the sea has distracted me

and no longer do I seek harmony in this world of cacophony


I have chanced upon your touch

and from the cacophony risen has stillness

opalescent still, and at times, an odd silence.


I've visited and embraced the skunk

I've seen it's family with many children

their beautiful black and white arouses my opalescence.


the colors shine forth

the chance has been odd. 

but the cacophony of the world finally makes sense.


opalescence rustles in the stillness of the trees

I harness these forces now

the cacophony of the world now lies in harmony.
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SKULL

22/7/2015

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S - soar along the nature of immortality

K - careening in the great vessel of clay

U - utilizing the equipment you're given, a


L - lullaby, a

L - love-ride through heavens and hells.
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GAIAMA - version 2015

22/7/2015

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GaiaMa: 
You've got Gaian equipment, she takes care of you. 

on the earth I lie
resting
for now. 

many days have risen
behind me
into darkness
the only thing I know to calm me
is SHE: GaiaMa. 

the scent of ancient cedars embraces me
I can rest now
in the stillness
of this Emerald Truth.

cradled in HER magnetism
I can rest once more
perhaps til the sunrise
perhaps til tomorrow
perhaps I may sleep tonight. 

the cat gently comes around my legs
sits on my sleeping bag
wetly sniffs my nose.

I can take it now:
the morning darkness no longer scares me
and perhaps one day
the days will be days again. 
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THE SKULL

22/7/2015

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the skull is made of bone
and lives throughout the Ages
it has seen many faces
and carries them all

some are afraid to look at the skull
its bony cheeks
with no flesh on them
the seams that have grown to keep the plates together
 prove that the skull has matured
(for a child's skull plates are still separate)

the skull remains unmoving
throughout the Ages
and sees much
it is unmoved by people's fear 
and remains, ultimately, untouched
except by the faces 
that come to lay upon it
life after life after life

the skull is like me
its structure looks ugly alone
with no face, no flesh 
​
it is honest
and truthful
expressing the essence of the Ages
it does not move
like a face would
because it has no muscles
to twitch

but it rests
in peace
throughout the Ages 
rests 
in peace
throughout Eternity.
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