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  • Tides of Peace Day 14)Napowrimo

    April 14th, 2015

    If I Happy

    let her go

    If I start to trust myself

    If Joy is for Living-

    laughter is my soul

    then-delay the clock

    and rest a little while.

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  • Sheep-less Day 13) Napowrimo Riddle

    April 13th, 2015

    A fiery-baptism

    softens each wayward night

    Speaking in tongues

    of my ancestors-kin

    laying under each stoney-neck

    Purging the confessions of the wind

      Swinging clicks

    stroke of cotton

    lead astray

    One hundred and eighty degrees

     I believe.

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  • When Skies Sing Day(9)Napowrimo

    April 10th, 2015

    Today I saw the rain landings pregnant with drops of love

    saturating empty                                                                                        riverbeds

    The sky sang

    The pinecones swam in the wind

    All the while peaty soiled-souls tried to stay alive again.

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  • Still Alive Day (5) Napowrimo

    April 5th, 2015

    No greater Gulf between hell and I

    Perhaps the rupturing twilight

    could speak

    For I never saw a man with holes in both hands and still be alive

    Betrayed for pennies of  fear

    Ah-that Christ must die

    watching the dust

    settle,  under seeds that

    refuse to do any thinking of growing

    For I never saw a man on fire and not be turned to ash

    weakened by devicely

    pleasures,

    the serpents’ crawl

    bitten with just one kiss

    I pray to understand

    these wages of sin has given dollars of death that do not spend

    Upheaving Justice, that suppose our souls, wern’t worth the saving!

    Here I am -again,

    if we can’t overcome

    and we can’t ever overstand,

    Then what’s a man gotta do to get a little water his thirst!

    For I never saw a man whose only kingdom was the cross

    Some men have it all, some are lost,

    some earn their freedom, and others shout crucify ,crucify

    For I never saw a man,forgive like this

    Filtered and pushing into the dark abyss

    Great drops of blood ,

    if only this, cup could pass, then earth would shake with witnesses beyond the mass

    No greater gulf between Hell and I

    For I never saw a man with holes in both his hands and still be alive…

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  • Day (1) Sunrise (Napowrimo

    April 2nd, 2015
    Perhaps the day never breaks,
    and night remained king,
    Surely we’d scurry about,
    in twilight hoping
    But suppose our souls wern’t worth saving,
    Ah-then
    Sunrise,
    would be everything

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  • Tina

    March 28th, 2015

    Inside my dreams

    I will always be the twirling ballerina

    Watering the curly sides of my wasteline

    Inside of times ageless eyes

    I’m a just a tiny girl

    growing up to be the baddest superhero!

    I’m just a girl taking on the world

    In and out of motions suppressed

    I’ll practice my line,

    I’ll sing my tune

    and dare any man “to play me for the fool!”…

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