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Progeria

Progeria 

No one knows what to do
But to stare and be rude
When a child of four is old

They just stand there and stare
Without any care
And the child suffers the stranger’s cold

And Life may not seem fair
When a girl has no hair
Like I said, she’s only four

But she takes it in stride
And has nothing to hide
It is the stranger that is poor

So no matter the eyes
That continually spy
Into her daily play

She is the purest gold
For me to hold
And I’ll love her everyday!

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Sexual Bliss

I want you partially submerged in a gentle stream
Lying on a soft bed of polished pebbles
With the warm sun reflecting from your face
As you close your eyes to white darkness
I want you to sense my cool fingers outline the contours of your body
While a happy breeze carries the waters evaporating from your bare skin into 
tomorrow
Leaving tight goose bumps dancing
And I want to feel your chest rise and fall with each breath
When I rest my head upon you
I want to smell your soft scents intrigue my imagination
When I lean in to whisper into your ear
And you feel my breath as my lips move quietly near
I want to sense you respond in reflex to the tickle of my sweet words
And I want you to hold them tightly with me
I want to feel you struggle with patience
As sensuality increases with our heartbeats
Struggle to allow every moment to fully satisfy the palate
Though we salivate for the complete and final burst of sensual satisfaction
That looms like a quivering shadow on the horizons
I want you to allow my lips to soothingly caress the nape of your neck
And rub your collar with my tongue slightly exposed to your secret flavors
And lightly kiss the moist levels of your chest
And taste the tiny pools collected in your navel
I want to feel you draw me near
When I move closer to your thighs
While the birds sing flittingly overhead
I want to press your hands into your soft skin as I kiss your fingertips
And I want to relax them from wanting more with growing lust
As I kiss your genitals with your hands softly in mine
I want to make in these moments what a lifetime might seem
While we bring one another to the brink of sensual ecstasy
Your head tilted back in the shallow waters
And just for now, hold each other in arms of love, fear and sexual bliss
As the soothing babbles and bubbles of Nature’s brook
Carry the powers of historical waters downstream where we shall one day meet 
again
To make love
With time
And with tearful smiles
And with touching kisses and fingertips
And sweet words whispered with wet lips
Nestled in our ears
And in the depths of our hearts

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Grandma's Song

My Grandma
I remember when I was young
And you were young
Now you're old
And I've been told
That you must go
Don't you know
I love you so?
I can't let go
I won't let go

I don't wanna cry.  I don't wanna cry.  I don't wanna cry.  I don't wanna cry, 
Grandma!

My Mymaw
My Grandpa
 My Papaw
Now my Grandma
He's taking you all.
It makes me mad.  It makes me sad.
I need ya'll.  
Our Linda.
Our Angel.
Your daughter.
I love ya'll!

I don't wanna cry.  I don't wanna cry.  I don't wanna cry.  I don't wanna cry, 
Grandma!

Oh, Grandma...
Remember when you held me...
On your knees?
And You loved me.
That's what I need.
Don't leave me. 
I love you.
I always will.
You know...

I don't wanna cry.  I don't wanna cry.  I don't wanna cry.  I don't wanna cry, 
Grandma!

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The Buffalo Grass

Blonde in the summer’s sun
Like golden dreams swaying in a sea
With each breath of wind
Dancing rhythmically

Thunder and pounding rains
Burden blades with sweet teas
That dampens the veins
And brings strength to the leaves

Glistening silver edges under the moon
Gives texture to the night
With dreamlike images
That spark blue moods to light

Ancient times bore the prairie lands
And blessed it with the Buffalo Grass
That seeds more than life
With seeds from the past

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I Belong Wild

My heart belongs wild
Entangled in the green vines
Moistened by the morning dews
Fed by the dark, rich soils
And warmed by the rising Sun

My soul belongs wild
Hidden by the dancing shadows
Sweetened by the fragrant blossoms
Riding on the sweet chords of the early birds
And echoing in the horizon’s canyons 

My mind belongs wild
To sieve the sands of time
To count the midnight’s stars
To dive deep into the abyss
To make of a fresh world what I want.

My spirit belongs wild
To touch the hands of the past
To touch the edges of tomorrow
To touch the whispering secrets of today
So that I may happily live

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Peyote

Shadows dance upon the plains as spirits speak their prayers
In the light of the flickering flames they reflect in flares
Smoke and ash, they hint their times when they too were alive
And in shadow dance they visit to show where some must stride

Secrets learned that should be shared with those who are in need
The Spirits watch for moments when those seek them to lead
In the juice of the cactus the Spirits hide a way
For some to ingest and see them in the light of day

The magic of the afterworld consumes the mortal man
As he tries to find the spirit that will lead him on the sands
Cactus juice and wonder become a mystic sight
To those who only watch in the silent of the night

Buttons grow in flaming winds as voices start to sing
The spirit of the man though caged can touch this sacred thing
Peyote chant and lullaby fill the desert air
And ancestral blood responds to life with its Native care

“Oh, Spirits of my Native blood I need your open arms
To comfort me tonight and guide me through these storms
They stand before me like a darkened looming beast
I need your seeing eyes that rises from the East”

“I plead to my fellow man, show me the right way”
Spiraling smoke, whispers and a chanting haunting bay
   Screaming blood and drops of rain come down and disappear
Shadows dance upon the walls pulsing echoes near

Like ghostly strength with windy tails filling all the air
Rising from the sands with heavy burdens bare
They twinkle in the sky, they flutter on the ground
They become the atmosphere and sing their lonely sound

My ancestral Peyote lullaby wipe away my tears
And my ancestral spirits help me face my fears
My eyes grow heavy in this peyote dream
And I seek a place to set myself beside the quiet stream

Harmony grows from my mouth as I lie to face the stars 
They too are things to admire each symbols of ancient wars
I sing to the heavens that hold my future lands
But I rest quite comfortably here on my Native sands

Oh Peyote, the cactus that grows from our ground
My Peyote song is the only emitted sound
And I sing til I break into my peaceful sleep
To dance with the cactus that is meant for me to keep

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Necropolis

The binomial scrolls list captive waste,
But the breathing chrysalis bound to the dark
Secured to the radian orbital stone
In the peripheral absence of the lark

She breathes alone
She remains unknown

She has no divisor to wilt her life
Nor governing census of phylum and foe
No patent pending inscription to wear
She has no divisor and no ratio

She is entombed
But she’s not doomed

The abyssal eclipse consumes their eyes
And the nebulous ash is in between
Their venom, their amulet of death
Embalms only the ones seen

Their sun is rayless
Their sky is starless

Upon the global breadth they have marched
Wearing arcane lenses of blinding light
Blistering bane of knowing all
Thinking the wrong is right

At the ecliptic frontier
I shed a lonely tear

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Saguaro Seeds

The ancient cactus that grows in barren lands
Alone and shaded by their own thorns
Take hundreds of years to mature
Hundreds of years to prepare
Hundreds of years until
They give life

A tiny bloom finally appears in thorny reaches
And blesses the skies with new colors
Colors that invite the flying bugs
Colors that sweetly sing
Colors that soon fade away
And the gift comes
In a bursting

Ancient Saguaro seeds season the desert airs
Like black pepper from a kitchen shaker
But with special and sacred flavor
In a bursting they ride the winds
They dance in blazing the air
And they settle over time
Into shadows

The Saguaro keeps secret their lives’ tales
While they give to the rest of the world
Places to sleep and places to live
Offering slivers of precious shade
While the whole time they grow
For hundreds of years 
To give life
Only once

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Upon the Stone

The Earthen rock that beckons me by name
Shall keep my chamber guarded free
Alabaster and jade erode in shame
But stands to protest a place for me

For on the Earthen grounds, I rot
I am cast into the shadows seeking light
A cadaver that stiffens, I have fought
I cannot see through stolid eyes of filmy white

Where is the beauty that beckoned me
That song of white and winds
Was it a but a cryptic entity
And to jaunt as in death it sends?

Oh, pale aggregate of underexposed lies, smote
An embalming gleam in your eyes, smote!

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When a Gift Becomes a Curse

Must I conform…
To an idea that I was not a part of
To a definition that I did not agree on
To a society that does not know me
…when they seem so limited?

Must I adapt…
To another’s belief system
To another’s set of morals
To another’s expectation
…when they seem so wrong?

Must I be confined…
Because I see more
Because I hear more
Because I feel more
…because I have been given more?

Must I be so alone…
Because I refuse to conform
Because I refuse to adapt
Because I refuse to be confined
…because I am alone.