Recycle (Poem)
As I crush the fragile snow in my stepto expose the brooding blackness of the soil The countless men that […]
As I crush the fragile snow in my stepto expose the brooding blackness of the soil The countless men that […]
She wore a raiment of so many a hueAn unfamiliar eye would thinkshe is madness trueHer children are suchmulti-flavored stewThis
Rocks and more Rocksnot just lying there buthave risen to impossiblegeometric symphony. Staring down at you likeliving things, that they
Are you black, brown, white or redor are you someone with a working head? In every little thing variety you
Love for you, is ita fancy or a feeling?or just a lustful longing?In me it is not just a fancy
As my spirit soarsto Shiva’s abodePeak and pinnacle ofmy mortal bowlShatter I didthe fictious soulWhen spirit didbounce to pinnacle pitchbreak
The moth, to shed itsdreary life of darkness seeks firelightfor warmth and light As it circumambulates in flightit is filled
The limitless energydances in many limited ways The limited so completethat it thinks it is its own The limited and
You an island have becomeAn island large or smallBut an island stillThe stillness of the infinite willKnocking on your door
Shiva and me have builtan immense fire togetherWe keep each otherhappy & warmA million more could enjoythis warmthShall we build