The Earth Awoke in White — Winter
Kevin Davis 2024
One day my air began to change—
A chill swept through my fields and range.
My creatures stirred, their work begun,
To face the cold that would soon come.
Crystals formed on tree and grass,
Along the roads they gathered en masse.
The snow—a wonder, white and cold,
Soft to the touch, a sight to behold.
Some creatures slept through winter’s call—
Bears and bats in slumber’s thrall.
Others stayed with food in store,
Warm and safe behind their door.
But children stepped from cozy dens,
In coats and gloves with booted friends.
They built snow people, carved with glee,
Snow angels bright with purity.
They built snow forts, their laughter rang,
While frozen winds around them sang.
And when the cold bit through their skin,
They hurried home to warmth within.
Winter brought school days, holidays bright,
Decorations gleamed through frosted night.
Yet quietly I waited for winter to thaw,
For new life stirring beneath my law.
Verse 1
You came as frost on sleep
deprived vein,
Rendered flight,delivered chains,
Flattered big time in voice of lies,
Stole the dawn from my very eyes
Chorus (of the victims of drugs)
Here lies your defeat,(cold) and still,
Drugs break the body,not the will
Your drug dens end where Truth takes seat-
Cocaine-here lies your defeat
Verse 2
You breathed lust in a saint's disguise,
Fed on the girl's Tears,the boy's Demise.
And the timid you tortured to weep,
Now they awake from your deceitful sleep
Chorus (of the victims of drugs)
Here lies your defeat (cold) and still,
Drugs break the body,not the will
Your drug dens end where Truth takes seat-
Cocaine-here lies your defeat
Bridge
Rise from ash,from bone,from blight,
I drink the stars,I own the night.
Your voice dissolves beneath my feet,
Your reign of hollow ends complete.
Final Chorus (The Outro)
Here lies your defeat (grim ) and still
Drugs brake the body, not the will
Your drugs dens end where Truth takes seat-
Cocaine-here lies your defeat
Summer has almost passed
in the Southwest -- slight
edge taken off, optimistic
with the shorter days --
shorter, darker days
has nothing to do with
spiritual content, in the
desert -- God blesses those
who survive as well as the
blistered dead. Fall, we
start leaving our dens,
our human bear connection.
Dare we venture back into
the sunny days? Looking
forward to garments, and
cold water from the cold water
tap -- colored leaves and crispy,
crunching while walking is
evident to the mountain dwellers --
but in the valley deserts, Fall is
recognized more by the thawing,
so to speak -- our season of cooler
drippy celebration! A chance for
splashing in puddles, and doing
happy Rain-dances! Monsoon
for Desert Rat Bloom! Maybe
I will even shave before taking
my first Winter Airing.
Strange how everything evolves except love.
It just comes in one sweet, fleeting flavor-
Hate and destruction have evolved.
We went from clubs, bow and arrow
to a fetish for nuclear diseases.
If love had evolved, missiles would sleep in their rattlesnake dens.
Howitzers would become flower gardens.
Black words would reverse course.
Before having intercourse with hate and death.
We're a harsh species, an eight-eyed tumor on fire.
A species on the precipice of self-extinction.
Many are wants -demands -desires.
Instant gratification at our soft fingertips.
Patience and empathy once calloused into the psyche.
Are now mere inconvenience and annoyance,
An open wound on the genitalia of ego
A sterile afterthought.
Hate has evolved into:
The continuous rape of society.
Beheadings have become blasé.
Bloody brooks, streams, and wounded knees.
Poison heavy metal clouds and plutonium ponds.
Strange how everything evolves except love.
It comes in one sweet-fleeting flavor.
High winds have come to a land remote and wild.
Oak leaves tremble in the black of night
While critters to the underbrush for the present are exiled.
Like a giant thrashing fiend, wind roars with all its might,
Increasing in intensity as if something got it very riled.
Not many birds will still remain where there is great height.
Gone into thick shrubbery, they’ll hide away tonight.
Wolves huddle together, for they are clever.
Into their dens they go or seek shelter in other spots they find,
Lest things worsen, however,
Dogs of the wild won’t leave any of their pack behind.
Emitting long howls, they communicate.
Rolling thunder proves the whipping wind is more than scowling.
Not too soon will the wailing tempest’s tantrum abate.
Every wolf joins the wind in prolonged persistent howling.
Since the fierce fiend has now begun screeching like a banshee,
Scintillating stars tonight the wilderness won’t likely see.
Bears Emerge from Dens
suet feeders in danger
Raw? Depends on what you saw.
Disaster? From jaw.
Who's the master? Real or raw?
Melee, mighty, maw...
Peoples of the ocean blue?
Vehicles to ride?
What exactly do we do?
Heaven and Hell, hide?
Tide of all tomorrows!
I requite you each!
Surcease of our sorrows?
It must be in our reach!
Peaches grow in gardens?
An orchard is the place.
Wolverines dwell deep in dens!
Rage lurks on the face!
Tyrant of the desert storm?
He's been keeping warm?
Hornets, scorpions, on swarm!
Foment, O my form!
Charm around the ruler's neck?
This will keep safe lords?
Sullen summertime, thy speck.
Light of Sin, fill gourds.
Judgement? For a prophet?
By what right, sir, and when?
Now? Well, this is, Tophet.
O dragons, from thy den...
I'm a woman at war with my vices and virtues.
Kiss of a scandalous deal in the makings of a show telling queen
In the walls within my mind between the American greed and the American gangster
I'm one day away everyday from fighting for the crown of my mothers' land
Let the wind rise above troubled waters to watering wells of replenishing faith
Whilst among the lions of dens from a troubling cure in hope in the longevity of Two lovers one a starling the other a man of honor
We call upon these men and women to be seated in royalty where the
Velvet is radiant as the masterpiece of lyrical war-call to win of the virtues
Of a poet whose throne broke from the weight of it all just to capture new Found territories when the gauntlet lands at the feet of the jousters' to teach die or live By the truth of who the woman at war truly believes to be all in the eyes of others is the fate of every moment in farewell metaphor feeling.
I'm a woman at war with my vices and virtues
I swear I healed myself, but a piece of me is always going g to be missing. So I searched the earth and
Under my bed.
I looked in my diaries and all the words I have said...
Failure beyond failure...
What's the piece of me that tells me , I'm lacking.
Where do I find my belonging.
What path do I track
I lost something, that belongs to me.
Do I call it griefor a dens???
I tried to ignore it, but it is always.. Calling me!!!
That piece has a emotion that piece has a name, two brown eyes and a smile that is still, the same
So that piece is a person to the puzzle of my soul.
I got the answer of this ridde and now I'm finally whole so that piece is a person
It's what complete me .
Now wounder, it keeps calling me
With remnants of mankind’s existence corroding
His lighting extinguished, his concrete eroding
The birds and the beasts have reconquered his space
Those same birds and beasts have forgotten his face
The forests, once dwindled, have burgeoned once more
Oak, elm and ash rupture old asphalt floor
Long vacant dwellings, now caves, dens and lairs
For ground dwelling mammals while bats live upstairs
The rivers all sparkle, their waters so clear
And large rusting pipes discharge nothing to fear
Waves tickle beaches, the breeze is their breath
With no evil lurking at periscope depth
Life springs abundant by land, sea and sky
Unhindered by species who weren’t meant to fly
Trees brightly clad in gold, russet and green
Alas, man cannot see how things could have been
And so all seems well but there’s still need of prayer
There’s horror to come from a long way… up there
This world, free at last, of man’s lethal know how
Could sure use a serving of man’s knowledge now
Unserviced and rusting, the launchers stand bare
No human stands ready; no missile sits there
Mankind had known that the space rock would come
And man would have nuked it… but he’s gone: Ho hum!
I went to unpleasant places
where there was no mention,
or even a clear defination
of the Holy of the Holies!
Those unholy places were dens
of fornicators who condoned
anything immoral and naughty,
many youngsters became victims
being bought for pleasures;
there all sinners practiced
what was against morality...
nobody was sinless and kind!
I went to unpleasant places,
where they chanted hymns
to Hadan and sacrificed a life
on a blood-dripping altar;
that scene made me run far,
thinking I'd be the next to die!
Youthful Eros was worshipped
and at his feet they prostrated,
then they danced around him;
he had manacing eyes so grim!
" Hey, come closer, join the feast! "
They shouted, " God doesn't exist! "
I went to unpleasant places,
to a town distant from the living;
there anything was allowed
to amoral gals and fellows escaping
the harsh judgement of others,
or being lynched by the crowd!
October enters on a chilly wind,
The leaves fall from the trees.
Harvest is done, the fields lay bare,
The birds now take their leave.
All nature prepares for winter.
They ensure their dens will be warm.
Some lay in nuts and grasses,
To see them through fierce winter storms.
Soon ice will form on the lake,
The first snows begin to fall.
The air grows steadily cooler,
And the Northern Lights have a ball.
All seasons have their own special colors.
This goes for Winter as well,
And the Northern Lights are a rainbow,
A rainbow of colors that swell.
They writhe and twist across the sky,
And sometimes they shoot like an arrow.
Sometimes they billow like a curtain in the wind.
Sometimes they're round or narrow.
They are a gay display of color,
Against a black velvet sky.
Winter is filled with color,
If we will just open our eyes.
There are sparkling stars against a black velvet sky,
And icey blues to whitest white,
And icicles forming crystal chandeliers,
To brighten the darkest night.
I love to tease and tear around your yard,
while happily chattering and chirping away.
I enjoy searching for acorns and other nuts,
and stuffing my cheeks full while I run and play.
I sometimes find a rare delicacy in your yard,
yummy tulip bulbs and fresh ornamental flowers.
I recently ate your huge orange hibiscus bloom,
and hope you add more, as your garden has room.
I have several shared living dens in your backyard,
and my family loves the perennial garden the best.
We love to hide among the decorative gnomes,
while chirping and teasing your huge dog on guard.
I love to tease the neighbor’s cat, chirping when he appears,
and laughing at him, as I safely scurry back under your fence.
I continue keeping busy visiting your feeders to steal seeds,
feasting and storing while preparing for my winter needs.
The said hieroglyphics drove into the night,
Racked up its mystery, then parted and swiped,
Bellowed at suspicion and candid eye sight,
To foster fomented a reasoned parallax, piped.
Left to right, oppositely for contrite poise,
Firm doors open keen, quick ready pens,
Horizontal alignment - or vertical repose noise,
A quiet supposition leaks to radiate slight dens.
Nowhere are the changers and the dyes,
Tainting for pleasure with respect full in heart,
The sound of footsteps - here, there, with eyes,
Demarcating foundations from glittery art.
The ben is there - detected and rye, sucking,
Shuffling previous dust beside dirt untouched,
The crazy ones create the world for bucking:
Reason defines the fibre, with mesh touched.
when you search love
from the people of stone hearts,
it is like putting yourselves
into the lions dens.
September 17/2023
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