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let your words rise with the sun
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At each sky change,
both day and night,
a hint of hell,
a brief "what might."
To see the change
as brief in span,
not slide into
the rage of man.
The glimpse of hell,
the chance to hate,
whose beauty hints
that each "just wait."
But when the scene
plays passion thought,
in which we treat
each as we ought,
Then spring to act,
reflect sky's face,
then share with each
a real embrace.
both day and night,
a hint of hell,
a brief "what might."
To see the change
as brief in span,
not slide into
the rage of man.
The glimpse of hell,
the chance to hate,
whose beauty hints
that each "just wait."
But when the scene
plays passion thought,
in which we treat
each as we ought,
Then spring to act,
reflect sky's face,
then share with each
a real embrace.
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And from the pink morning,
the goddess awoke,
breathed silent sorrow
into the blistering sky.
With silk dawning
she screamed
the midnight backwards,
longed the whispering daylight
with its fingering flight.
the goddess awoke,
breathed silent sorrow
into the blistering sky.
With silk dawning
she screamed
the midnight backwards,
longed the whispering daylight
with its fingering flight.
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and as I fell to earth
my heavenly wings beaten
I glimpsed the stars
crisp and coldly bright
a prayer escaped my bloodied mouth
keep him safe Saint Michael...
hold him dear
my heavenly wings beaten
I glimpsed the stars
crisp and coldly bright
a prayer escaped my bloodied mouth
keep him safe Saint Michael...
hold him dear
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opulent morphis
garnet-magenta mix
infusion of light
how you weary the dreary land
bursting regal strokes, dabbed so casually
insisting the day should break
and I awake
to the presence of your grandeur.
garnet-magenta mix
infusion of light
how you weary the dreary land
bursting regal strokes, dabbed so casually
insisting the day should break
and I awake
to the presence of your grandeur.
rays of light~pry open my eyes~every spring ~I am awakened
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not a dream
dim, demure
your glimpse a grey eclipse
of silence
slivered in silver
come out from your netherworld
worry not of waking
come out into laughter
come out and dance
abandon your harp of dirges
but forget not your first loves
kiss your promise on their brows
lull them lightly adieu
worry not of darkness
today your purple crown will be bronze
dim, demure
your glimpse a grey eclipse
of silence
slivered in silver
come out from your netherworld
worry not of waking
come out into laughter
come out and dance
abandon your harp of dirges
but forget not your first loves
kiss your promise on their brows
lull them lightly adieu
worry not of darkness
today your purple crown will be bronze
Patiently waiting the rising dawn
and rush of eagle's wing,
to feel the warmth of God's smile
and the stir of His breath on my face.
and rush of eagle's wing,
to feel the warmth of God's smile
and the stir of His breath on my face.
The evening mountains
held the sky close
and kissed her
good night,
leaving the blush of youth
to tint her cloudy cheek.
The blue eyes blinked
with golden yellow pulse,
and then it was morning.
held the sky close
and kissed her
good night,
leaving the blush of youth
to tint her cloudy cheek.
The blue eyes blinked
with golden yellow pulse,
and then it was morning.
Swiftly, silently
they move.
Frozen limbs
clawing, penetrating,
seeking an entrance.
Too late.
You have danced too long.
Dawn's searing light
is here.
they move.
Frozen limbs
clawing, penetrating,
seeking an entrance.
Too late.
You have danced too long.
Dawn's searing light
is here.
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Puffs of blue sky
look like a blue bonnet
on someone's head held high.
Puffls of red sky
look like a campfire circle
alit with friends at nigh.
look like a blue bonnet
on someone's head held high.
Puffls of red sky
look like a campfire circle
alit with friends at nigh.
Oh, how red that morning,
lips that kissed the new day's
gray hillside
how it whispered
how it muttered
on a porch men cried
for the loss of night
singing memories in choked
tones dying with the light
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You ate the sun
we ran down the mountain
and I had a fever
you jumped over snow lumps
and I leaped after
we seemed happy
the next day
I packed my clothes
we cried
I followed the rising sun
away from your growing shadow
we ran down the mountain
and I had a fever
you jumped over snow lumps
and I leaped after
we seemed happy
the next day
I packed my clothes
we cried
I followed the rising sun
away from your growing shadow
sometimes in winter the pink sky
makes you think of your mother
and the colors she painted
your childhood
sometimes the mountains
remind me how far
we have come
to reach the impossible
how cold the journey’s been
beneath our pink sky and
your mother’s sins
makes you think of your mother
and the colors she painted
your childhood
sometimes the mountains
remind me how far
we have come
to reach the impossible
how cold the journey’s been
beneath our pink sky and
your mother’s sins
Great Father, Yi-ho-wa
When the number of my days
have been marked on the counting stick
let me sing my death song, ka-no-gi-s-di
in a clear, sweet voice
to honor the sacred four
E-lo-hi-no, U-no-le, A-tsi-la, A-ma
Place the travois on a grassy hill
and lay me atop it at sunset
facing the eastern star
Adorn my Tear dress with beads and shell
plait in my braid an eagle feather
so I may follow the buffalo, Ya’-n’-s-si’
and walk with confidence in the spirit world
When the number of my days
have been marked on the counting stick
let me sing my death song, ka-no-gi-s-di
in a clear, sweet voice
to honor the sacred four
E-lo-hi-no, U-no-le, A-tsi-la, A-ma
Place the travois on a grassy hill
and lay me atop it at sunset
facing the eastern star
Adorn my Tear dress with beads and shell
plait in my braid an eagle feather
so I may follow the buffalo, Ya’-n’-s-si’
and walk with confidence in the spirit world