The river is dammed to
Slow natural flow
Inserting our control
On what was once free

You and me
Are now rivers
Full of power
And might
But are controlled
By concrete and steel

Force to move through
Narrow gaps
And to give ourselves up
To turn generators
Told our sacrifice
Is for the better

The flowerlike
animal perfume
in the god’s curly
hair —

don’t assume
that like a flower
his attributes
are there to tempt

you or
direct the moth’s
hunger —
simply he is
the temple of himself,

hair and hide
a sacrifice of blood and flowers
on his altar

if any worshipper
kneel or not.

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She was running
Running fast
She was chased
Chased by yesterday
She was fleeing
Fleeing from the world
She was haunted
Haunted by regret
She is gone
Gone in the sunrise

Busy Bluebird work songs , perched atop rustic farm bells
Maternal Thrashers and boisterous Cardinals thriving in sunlit dales
Forest of Da Vinci-esque brushstroke and Mozart timbre , living miracles pulled to Earths paternal floor , Red headed Woodpeckers tapping
on 'Heavens door'
May zephyrs spin wildflower mosaics , refreshed in the Water Oak catharsis , nurtured within her cooled forgiveness , lost in Mourning Dove musical
serenity* ....

I've felt it coming on for days
That ******* Dog is on his way
Nothing I did made his course sway

Why can't he just slumber
But deep in his throat I heard that rumble
I know I'm going to take a tumble

On the sharp rocks of life I'll be dashed
A bone crunching crash
It'll be fast

He pounced on he this morning
Now I'm in mourning
I seen him coming I had warning

In his big strong jaws he'll rip me apart
He'll devour my soul, my heart
That will only be a start

As he guards my hole
Not letting me go
My agony grows

Little girl lost
Always paying the cost
Look where she was tossed

Depressed I feel
Enough to reel
At the sheer force
Distraught from remorse
How do you cope
A constant *****
Real but fake
Everything's at stake