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An Act of Birth, Is An Act of Dying

Blackness moving slowly into light!

becoming one existance

The stars gather like flocks of birds.

See the colors mix and mingle

Creating the perfect shades of colors, the

most beautiful blue and yellow.

Funny how words could form such a savage thing.

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These islands come apart

Gods fingers pulling them into various directions

By his very words they are released.

Morning and nights wed, but they are never

essembled as one.

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Out of some experiment called love?

To see us form into flesh and blood

And obeying of water slowly, a piece of dirt

appeared.

Spreading as far as the eyes can see

Its water circled the new dirt, and calm and 

sometimes sea's prevail!

Birth of nations!

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The beautiful green, red, yellow, orange and

other shades of our humanity, vibrant fields I seek

and found before the eyes of the almighty.

New species arise, what perfection...

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The heavens speak of many moods, and speaks

to us to know the time, are signs and marks of seasons.

Our days and years combined to reason. Two emotions.

One to sleep and the other to wake, His return on earth cometh

as lightening

And will cease the same by partened clouds and running

horseman, out of the clouds into earth.

And then the ocean filled with the wild and tamed

 A whisper into their hearts and souls to multiply

and above the sea which holds the sky, movements of

graceful wings sour the clouds freely, and glide beneath

a wise space

Below a newly born star.....

 

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Atlas!  the earth has formed to paint these?

and soon our hands which once held silence

and our hearts held peace! this is good

The earth is spinning, the oceans flowing, our blood passing

the woman exist, our beast wondering, the friut so bright!

This is good!  Out of the garden. The murder of innosence

Into our ever lasting taste for flesh, obsession and power

Our need for greed and death! The birth of sin!

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Atlas! the setting and rising, our beating hearts

and pulse which slows its rythem by the generations

Generations fade.. nearly rythemless life beats as the dying rose

Entering winter.

Rest.

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Substance Abuse

Between the tight spots
of living and wishing
Some find their peace at
the entrance of escape.

It was there in that darkspot
called the bottom, where the
volume is the purest way
of release.
For the moment.
Still, most are still clung to God.

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Franks

Ketchup
mustard
onions.

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Hoagie Roll

Steak
fried onions
Hold the cheese.

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Birds Eye

Everything is
getting
Strange. :)

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Germinal: the Revolt At Le Voreux Mine

Their  portraits hanging firmly
from the naked wall, all our goods
pawned for the cause.
To see our vision and strike through
Our lively evenings and peaceful nights
conquered by a full moon and hunger pains.
The speak easy is dead from receiving our
wages in small francs, our children weak and frail
There's barely bread and meat to last the week.
Again, we look throughout our empty home before
a dying fire, at last we look up at the remaining decorations.
A print of the King and Queen steering down at us, he says
"pawn them too", we couldn't get a penny out those useless folks
Yet, they are watching us perish.

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Counting On You

When ever the time comes
I guess it should mean a 
certain freedom; the kind we 
get from writing a poem, the
kind that flows from the instrument
instrumental peace, whatever it may be
It could be the winds that stirs the sea
maybe the sun that shines on you and me.

We hope to see each other there
blowing along the lines of the marble
with eyes like the owl; seeing in the dark
To release some kind of light.

I'm talking about poetry
and all it's unique forms
and how it balanced some piece
of mind, brought the morning
and all its warmth
Before a rugged door.





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A Conversation At Patmos

While the slaves worked the
field and prayed the days of labor were
coming to a halt; from good ole caeser
who ruled with an iron hand.
Nights of silence was like spring and
the mornings torment.
During work a roman soldier passed
with a bucket of water and a sponge
to drink it down
John was just dicussing the subject
of compassion, and how Christ taught
about love and unity.

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A Vain Season Is Coming

The day we found out
Our lives were like a 
moving novel
Constantly weaving in and 
out the threads of our years.
Sometimes when the night closes its
windows, I stumble across you
when you are full of laughter and 
revenge, oh my God you say
Because nothing that resembles 
our lords creatures is afraid of you.
I pray the rosarys like you scim through
scriptures, looking for that other sign
Beside the ones I've found already.
Could it be? 
We search to much.

Copyright 2010 by derrick burton
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Sunrise On the Milkyway

A slow bright rising 
 prevailing amongst 
vast darkness.
Set a sail on an ocean 
of stars, mixed colours:
Blazing, ripping, pulling.
Evolving on the shoulders
of millenniums , one after another
Constipating life.