Simpering silly psycho Sally
Sashayed sassily down Seattle alley
Slimy slithering slugs scurried past
Silly Sally scanned scuttling insect sass
Dapper smoking lion has a cough that shakes the room
The nicotine wafting out of his pores gives a little zoom
His hoarse cough is enough to scare a vampire bat way
I cannot be here much longer, I cannot bear to stay
I lay resting in a bed of dreams,
as time slipped away.
Heavy with the world's grief,
weakness awaits me—
laziness settles in my skin,
while all around, the spirit falls still.
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I looked close —
Through the earth's leaves
It all wakes_
From a blink
The shattered Pleiades
rising; The moon-shadow
Encircling;wide awake n the dark
Ngangaphantsi kwendawo yamaphupha kulele umjikelo wovuyo,
yet the light reveals the doorway of purpose and intention.
Uphazamiseko olukhulu lwenza umda wesiseko:
the ultimate destination, the crucial point,
usuku apho ikhaliphe elingcwele lifika ngovuyo olukhulu.
Ede eendleleni ezimangalisayo, ilitye elinexabiso liyakhanya—
a person’s highest calling, the core of their soul.
Mogogi wa mogodu —
The guide has led us to ntwa ya tsogo.
Moferefere ya sesole!
Popomfsa… go kwa khutso?
No.
Kgotso is here.
Boemo bjo bo sa suthego:
It will not move.
It cannot break.
Thlokego ya merusu —
That is the goal.
Poloko ya ntwa must be the end.
I am the Space that stretches beyond,
I am the Distance where echoes are gone.
I am measured by light as it drifts through the night,
I am the Infinite, hidden from sight.
The giant gray marine squamate, the mosasaur
Called lizard of the Meuse River, forevermore
Some think you are extinct, but I know differently
I met you Wednesday in the Magellan Sea
Bull frog trained his lily pad like a magic flying carpet ride
It took him in and out the trees, giving berth very wide
Sometimes he rode it to outer space to see Jupiter and Mars
They also landed once a week on an asteroid near the stars
Marie shares her banana daily with Orie, an orangutan
He liked no other human, only her, no other child or man
They sit and converse silently, sharing their food with each other
She sometimes wonders if Orie thinks she might be his mother
The goo from eating a chocolate or two.
Pizza spread with cheese and bread.
A popsicle colored red and blue.
Mixed with dirt and wiped down the sides of my pants.
Without another glance.
Momma said," don't wipe your hands on your clothes.
Wash them off in the sink.
Otherwise, your clothes will stink!"
Took off my pants.
Washed them with soap.
Left them in the sink.
"Oh no you don't!" Momma said.
"Wash your hands, not your pants!"
You could have been clearer.
So, I washed my hands.
Pulled my pants out of the sink.
Put my pants back on.
Went out to play.
My friends and I are making mud pies today!
We're all related to the stormy firmament
Trying to figure out if it's about to pour down.
Or if the sun's just taking a long break.
It's hard to tell what's real these days.
The clang turns up so deafening you can't
Detect your own breathing and every divided
Wall is screaming a different analysis of the
Truth.
It doesn't matter what lingo you pray in, the
Shade of your skin, or where you call home.
When the ground starts vibrating, we all reach
For the precise same thing.
Something rigid, Something factual. Trouble
Doesn't ask for proof of Identity, A heart
Fragile sounds the same everywhere-
That tranquil, heavy crack that makes you
Sit up at 3:00 am and wonder: Where do we
Go from here?
Up looks like down, right feels like left.
We look at each other directly
Clouded glass, forgetting that covered by it all,
It's just bone, blood, and a soul trying to find
Its way back home.
These are daunting times to discern; the fog is dense, but we don't need a lantern to see the
Whole Alpine just enough light to take the
Very next step in alignment.
I looked deep —
within the earth's leaves
it all wakes_
From a blink
The shattered Pleiades
rising; The moon-shadow
Encircling; in the dark
Ke lebeletše kgauswi—
Ka gare ga mahlare a lefase
tšohle di a tsoga_Ka ponyo ya leihlo
dinaledi tse
pshatlegilego dia rotoga; seriti
sa ngwedi,se rapotša go
Tsoga leswiswing
God’s morning paints the world in gold,
and little birds begin to sing~
they know His love wakes everything.
Quiet wind tiptoes through the trees,
whispering blessings as they pass~
tiny prayers in dewy grass.
you are the symbol of my dream closer to my heart
there is nothing in this world to separate us apart
that which keeps sharp the mind I follow like the wave
brave as a lion to enjoy the silence in a cave
like the blossom of the lotus in the morning dew
I begin to speak with the sunrise to get a cue
few unspoken words whisper I share with the butterfly
try to understand that the love for you makes me cry
for the many challenges I overcome you showed me the light
though I am blind you inspired me to fight
right under the golden sun I have no reason for you to forsake
make me this promise to stay beside me whatever it may take
with confidence and humility my love for you is pure
no matter how deep the pain I will continue to endure
cure for anger and hate I carry the nectar of faith
wait for me oh my beloved i beg the God of fate.
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