About Freedom ~a poem

Sit still

allow the clouds to whirls about you

pay little attention

till the fog clears

 

strip the syrup from your skin

break the moulds and climb away

lose one mind for the other

this might be your independence day

 

ignore but don’t be ignorant

believe in your archetypes

Jesus, Mary, storm, and queen

moon, snake, and diamond

gambit flinging fire scenes

banshees screaming find them

sirens singing on the rocks

steer the ship to harbor

rabbits and the ticking clocks

breach the shallow water

 

doggy paddle to the bay

 

ignore the thundering clouds

mad hatter poetry

you just want your cup of tea

he will never get old

only you may age

you can either stay or pretend

 

no one will care

 

 

Hum

In dedication of the world’s first clitoris reconstruction hospital in Burkina Faso.

A baby comes out of the womb
Skin climatically adjusts with the introduction of air
Lay the baby on the mother’s stomach and the childs first crawl will be for the primal quest of milk and comfort
they will open a clinic for the clitoris, we should open a church
They will sow her back her pleasure
We should say our prayers:

Holy tantric web of spidey strings
The light from the darkness
Bless the epicenter of our second coming
One by conception
The other by birth
Hum.

Grant her her healing pleasures
Lead her not into austerity
May it be her time to feel alive with
Conviction and dexterity
Hum.

From pastures, and the rushing moors
Give her back her heart
Polished first to a gorgeous shine
This is but a start
Stand down those who only know pleasures with guilt and shame
For that only makes you move too fast. Sadly limp and lame

Shakti may I call your name
And goddess council us please
We need to remember to smile and feel the web beneath out feet

Cause if everything is making love
We all must be beasts
And I for one love the animal that embraces the east
Hum.

Gator ~ a poem

Slow and steady
Too big for all that rushin’
Saving energy for the meat of a savory large fine
Pray

Prey, look both ways
Dream hunting in the cool
Mud caking up the shoes
Hidden in the leaves
Taking naps in the breeze

Fall back in the ease
Waves passing as a sneeze

Blessings
Bless your heart
There are caverns, then there’s carts

Braiding up the hair
Kicks for kicks
Snare for snare
Curtains cover
This and other

Ever exchanging.

Raise your toast
Spit your liqour
Banish ghosts

Eye and eye
Above water
Belly know them both
Up and over, deep and slumber
Crackling lightning
Lions den
Wings return to their dragon
When the illuminated stretch
Wide awake
Froasted cake
Sugar toothed
Though are loosed
image

xxyy,o

The body seems a bit shook

by mighty messages in rivers

could such a weight in tidiest concentric ties

be blessed to carry the vain images of angels

could they know the utter joy of children laughing

the primal power in one breath

while present in the chassis

could they know the quartz of finger tips in the hair

the subtle moons produced by blushing ear lobes

fornicating in the vivid quiet

 

-Sabrina

Own

the streets love the tricky night vibe or ignores them just the same

majesty, the twinkle in the air

I do things like stop

the sparrows in the hollow rainbows

the necklace halos

the pretty black toes

that tip toe in the lakes

 

by the scenic gates where keepers keep to watching

and we would pick our nails

and bite them without molars

cry when we know not and say nothing when we do

I’ve known snakes that smell like you

and shed by sidewalks and walk up right and new to churches and apothecary doors

 

ways like this take days to commence

my mind is on a fast from the empty dark nights that others would prescribe

disturbance is not my rhyme of passion

do i not know my other side

I’ve embraced her with my dancing and rubbed my belly on hers

kissed her breast cause shes mine

Things lost in the fire

deerbefore we had this bridge

I could walk however so bravely to the other shore

take fruits and found objects and be home before the dark

but when the fire raged our bridge stood between the flames

I want old pictures, oils, and a gifted musical devise

maybe I have use for them

my desire must be curved

my mouth shall not shout out the flames

it cannot

for it is by now old

those were just things along with you

i’ve lost in the fire