Poetry 1

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I don't know how any of this will be received but I'm throwing it out there because I don't care... remember to say it rather than read it...

THE MOUNTAIN 9/9

soon the day will be sheltered
we undertake these coverings
hand by hand
i pull night over us
and you watch quietly
knowing my intentions
you're impressed by my brashness
i grabbed your hand
and snapped!
let's not forget to say hello to each other
first for them
and obvious gesture
then for us
a whisper. makes mountains disappear.



WOOD CARVING 9-23

The wood has been carved
and she has been cut,
back broken,
shaking fast to the moment,
frozen,
she is stuck, smooth and dark.

Africa made her,
she was born than forgotten
until her hips made the motion
and oceans fell apart.

He loved her strong,
brought his knife to her heart,
and through pushing it there
made a place
and left his mark.

He put a ring on her finger
and then the beating started,
and though she tried hard
she just couldn't dance to
bruises and scars,
he resented his creation
so he tossed her to the fire
and her body burned bright

liberation.


PREISTESS 9/27/05

She is caught
higher than the human being
her dancing
is bare-footed fire
caloused feet
shaking waist
and heavy breathing.

She had dinner with her father
on wednesday of last week
sets the table every night
in case he wants something to eat.
He's polite.
But he hasn't been the same
since a cancer claimed his life in 1993.

She presses her lips
to a golden cigarette
she pushes out her palm
she pulls me to her breast
she smiles like a shy girl
she's forgotten who I am
I receive her and pretend
that we have never met.

Shes possessed!

Her body is on loan
she was chosen for their puppetry
her limbs are not her own
her strings are made of history
her soul is etched in stone
tomorrow is not frightening
when you know what is to come.

She cannot heal your lonliness
she doesn't understand
the thought of being private,
or silence
makes her laugh
for even when she lays her head
our ancestors come to her bed
and whisper in her ears
all night
the stories of our past.

(to be continued...)

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