I know it wasn’t fair to those who dance below: Between our creaky stair Descends our nightly ghost. I’ve come to see my girl Her sister plays alone. Here in her deathly world Her grievance sings her song. What does she want from me? A willingness to die? Like Jesus on the tree, A needle …
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This first one is in iambic tetrameter with the structure of an English Sonnet: I lost you to Arabian nights: The god Apollo’s basketball. You had that day Queen Isis eyes.. Unfolding reddened fall leaves song. It does mean something here in snow. The Mārga flames the Firebird’s beak. Somehow it made me let you …
Cross of Lorraine I wanted down the cotton pine below. It seemed the dream was calling from their root. I had escaped the cocktail party show: The empty voices blocking nature’s tune. The recent summons in the field of time: Our river’s bridge was rotting but still there. Perhaps it was just merely warmth from …
Go Through the Hills by Stephen Pickering You are my tree. because you have set me free. An orchard garden grows on land that once only snowed. I’m under a spell Only Ishtar can undo Down, down her Roman well I’m falling too. I am the bird. My life is the worm. I see her …
Something’s going on that wants to be known, a presence. It wants you to make your connection. What do you think is really underneath the veil? Something very deep. Deeper than history, deeper than tomorrow, deeper than now. That’s the secret, secret, secret voice that never comes out during the day. I’m with you: I …
I think I’m wrong about the song. I didn’t feel that you would come. Please tell the notes that don’t belong That winter’s bone remains unsung. I feel it on the inside grow. So, could a man become a god? Don’t let this meditation go. Just follow it no matter what. This isn’t where I …
