Short Poem About Flowers, Bees, and Gravity Rainbows
Born in the mouth of yesterday, feed upon the salts
of the palace of the people.
Daughters of the desert brought forth jars
of graveyard harmonies, and gravity rainbows.
Pop shiva performs on the stage of the paradox,
dressed in ritual flowers of love.
Sunburnt bees gliding through the waves of the horizon, sending
signals like black colored codes attuned in the key
By the sahara near the sea, washed ashore the siberian wood, cloaked in the mysterious beauty of a swan shaped heart.
To be believed in sacred eyes possessing the magic, brings a change of the soul.
Reflecting passions anonymity and swirled identitys,
wrapped in garments of light, scattered upon the earth like ornaments.
Short Poem About Ebony Bones And Sacred Burial Grounds
My spirit lays blessed and broken
buried in these grounds
covered with wires
and ebony bones
A fallen star at the door
of a heart like by millions
loved by one.
Short Poem About I Had A Dream
These tiny hands raised
by the grace of god
I did once praise
to the air moon
Arriving chained and bounded
fields of cotton and sugar cane
My second skin shades
these constantly changing memories
Circled wagons assemble
on the lines of gravitation
Painting in the kinetic
the difference between
lonely and alone
These scars bear testimony
long short goodbye story
in a chorus of clusters
I am burning I am burning.