I. Mother’s Prodigal Son


The triumphant is a vow between the blood, money, and land–
the laurel epics stand coined into the golden murder ballads,
But once when a hero sees in distant stars his battles as betrayals
Pale BLue DOt2 imagesall presence turns into bleak wave sighs washed to shore sand;
Then the hero steps in the willow gloom of graying hairs
and he, solemn, mourns over the lost image; his mother climbing the old apartment stairs
Prodigalsonslide-32where in a moment all rough of life thaws in her smile;
For she is breathing through your covert cry weary,
Whilst the wool wheel spins fast
Her last cloudy stitching embroidery;
Despite to demise the mother sings old melody that fades ghastly angst….

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they will not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched, Nor will the flame burn you.” Isaiah, 43:2 

II. The Wheel Song

Earth-Chakras-304x250Last dawn freeze chirps on thirsty lilac lips
And paints scent red rooting the tar silence
Sailing orange breath yens to far islands
lemon sun melts tart of black sun eclipse;
Coil this smaragd spring to agape heart door
and let the sky turn wheel of color vaults
to luminous diamond drawn from Earth’s salts

whilst lotus heals buds from the last frost hoar

April 28, 2013



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