My eyes still see
as the retinae amassed
the glimpses of you dad
My heart still beats
As it doesn't believe your demise
And always pumps vibes of you dad
My mind still works
As the amygdalae in my brain
recalls the emotional memories of you dad
My lungs still breath
As pulmonary artery carries zephyr
and resonates with you dad
And my lifespan extends
Because my days echo your thoughts
And start living for you too dad
August 19 2021
violent earth
shaking the trust
spilling chalices
of boiling blood
remnants of forbidden
memories spring
our glasses are half
full or empty
we decide
shades of orange
and yellow on
my closed
retinae
dancing butterflies
on her closed lids
enlightened retinae
flowering of relaxation
awareness is meditation
naked pink lips
in anticipation
of an extended tantra
temptation of sacred sins
beatitudes on the mountain
healing of the blind
labourers in the vine-
yard of love
we are opening our
fourth eye
death is the wage of sin
false prophets
across the rapid river
[just now inspired by the picture}
What Lies In The Wind
Subliminal secrets passing through the wind
Caught within the ears of a paranoid person
Retinae scans, eyes searching, unfocused again
Everyone is subject and under suspicion...
Mesmerized by the brevity of these faded men
How boldly they materialize out in the open
Crumbling protective walls and your right to defend
Shadows manipulate subliminal secrets in the wind...
bmdavey@
03/23/16
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