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 Mar 2013 The Forest
st64
1.
I heard the sound of your crying
from a bird.

Animals have souls, too.

Like the moat round Mont St. Michel
The size of the soul
Shrouded by
Accidents of life.


2.
Cobwebs and wax round the candles.

The woods are alive
Pariahs have eyes thrown at them.

Why **** the floor so?
Don't sit with your back to the doorway
Monkey's monocled eyes stare back,
glass orbs, while
Empty chair a-rockin' - a-rockin' - a-rockin' - a

Puppets dance
No solace in the shades
Don't follow the shadows
Which lurk and lead...

Marionettes and tin soldiers
On pedestals long forgot
A dead child's toy chest
A lion in a tallish glass cage.

Little drummer boy, rusted
Plays agitated drum
To match heart beat of......fear
Of drying sweat ....on upper lip.

Dusty frames on the wall
Interfere with flow
Handprint on window frame
Dog barks warning.

Spectre's trudge in mud
Closer...closer...from grave waters
Scream in windowpane: a figure holds
A face of anguish, trapped eternal.

Letters on the wall
Writ in heavy blood
Silhouette of an axe
Windy.....Branch tap on window frame.

Brass door handle turning
Staircase winding up to forever
Gargoyles leer
Leaves on the dry floor....wet footsteps.....


3.
Who knows who dwelt in this place?


Who's hanging from the ceiling?
Whose body....felt that pain?



4.
Then, into head flits one 'I love you'
Of gentle memory
On the lap of the mind
Of a lover
Of a friend.

Grey skies, musky odour.



5.
Then...

Wielding weapon to defend
Against....
The....








Self.



6.
Stop SCREAMINGGGGGGGG!





Star Toucher, 28 March 2013
Ok.
Now, wake up.....lol

Suppose we could not love, deer.

Be kind, gentle and compassionate....don't judge in haste.
 Mar 2013 The Forest
st64
Making you a sandwich
Feed your hunger
Mmmm....jam's delish!

But butter's
*******
Bread.
Think of you
While....
Toasting.


Star Toucher, 28 March 2013
Jus a late-nite snack...lol
Balmy sarmie....sometimes needs a touch of warmth to get things...melting.

A pang-fixer for some..... midnight mmmmoves!
:-)
 Mar 2013 The Forest
Joanne Fuda
Ok this is me
I am above all else kind
But I can be cruel to be kind
I am compassionate
But humankind has to take responsibility
I am spiritual
But as I the teacher speak I also need to listen
Mostly for myself
I am self and still Self I am
 
I am Priestess Protector of the Laws of Creation
I buried the book in the sand along with the jewel
I am 1(singular) and I am not coming back
 
I am funny and bright
Yet cast a shadow
I am innovative, expressive
Provocative and bold
Yet shy
I stand tall but have cowered and had my roots torn out
Still I grow
 
I am told I am beautiful inside and out
I have a sparkle in my eye and the powers of persuasion
I am passionate but choose abstinence
Like sugar and bread
 
I hear music in my head but do not play
I hear songs but do not sing them out loud
I write poetry…when I was young mostly about circles
Now love and this stuff
 
I love to be shocked …
Into new ways of thinking
I am not fearful of what may be just what is
I try to believe in 6 impossible things before breakfast
But I eat late
 
I am loyal, loving and honest
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve now I keep it under wrap
Except for you
 
Your journey may take you to a harem in a desert of love
You will eventually stop to replenish in water
I will wait patiently for you to see me there
With no reflection I will wait
 
Swimming in circles
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