Scary Sharon Is Lily-Heart and Sword-Tongue
The ROSE OF SHARON
is where i belong to be at peace and refuge of nothing
as i run from safe to safe but she is a land and a woman
who haunts the most fought over region if bombs count
but in your head they fall and mother crying is paradise
when daughters weep and with it make peace of mind
body and soul until the matter of materialism is empty
and the grass grows and the men go low and one
is chosen maybe two who counts with love
for love does not keep score it wins us all
like paper dolls as friends for a boy aged ten
not me i used hymns for we love god for her
i love the girl and the woman and cannot wait
for the crone in a thousand years condensed
to two seconds as the system i use lags
yet if we run across her or bow and praise
she is there before you log in or see face
to heart or core even the soil is worthy
if unable to reach for the hand of peace
and kiss it low but she might triple reverse
queen bee slap you into GRACE SO REAL
and say you die and die and kill and kill
she says ok you live it was just life
stop trying to fix it all let others love
free and unknowingly it comes when needed
so how can a land and goddess who denies
deity and defies holy text of "pike and gun"
heal a all hypen deist and theist like me
who sees potential but no divinity in you
so i say come to the plain of sharon
even if the zionist plot to make it barren
failed cause megiddo is fake field
the true war is here and we do not fight
we share and stare and care and catch hares
follow her into stillness in
Natarajasana
pose
a 13k or helping the weak
the young and old
the student of any age
and even haters like me
June 23, 2017
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