Seeing seething, seeping wounds Bandaged more than their cocoons. Breathtaking, worldly, in delight Something broken, fangs in spite. Carrying burdens with their back Cracking barrels, stumbling track. Ambitions high amidst the air Spinning yarns, caressing care. Eyes want truth in light and thought Hands wrought iron, sow and sought. Be with the mystery, comforting space …
Erratic thoughts come from divine Yet I do not think they're mine. Down the road I drive, and down, Feeling something Yet I drown. Farther, farther yet - and still, I cannot process thoughts that spill. Out and around me, dripping drops The descent is longer - then it stops. Pulling, pushing, fates collide Unsure …
Ribbons dusted, Rise anew Portents, portals, Nails that grew. Searching, intuit Thoughts and stares Running fingers, Stinging glares. Walk the footsteps, One by one See the grains of Salt & Sun. I see in you The ocean blue Let's dive into The One we knew.
Searching for the light Bright Reaching to the night Sight Trees above me sway Stray Roots below me pray Stay Always on the run This ‘mind’ To be together Of like Kind.
Croaking traps and barbed wires Await us underfoot Yet we open the heart And authentically call Revealing the cause at the root. Unlock the cave of desires Abreast of the morning light Speed into focus, Along with the Self Into a glorious sight. We seek the things unseen Experienced from inside Yet they are locked …
Connections form us Within, deep Like a notebook that we keep Faithful rising, like a camp Singing 'round the fire and lamp Toes a tapping Frothy brews Thoughts and aspirations stew Haughty, haggard, feet that dance "Let's look forward Not askance." So easily we break our song... And it's not long before we're gone If …
Bring it in, bring it down Circle up, circle 'round. Live inside, outside seams See into the lightest beams. Wanting much, and scary surprises Wanting more, and Sun arises.
Sewing, stitching destiny Freedom wins to tyranny Dusty cobwebs, combing down Light the path to wear the crown. Minding manners, restless creed Sun shines down to whip the weed Cutting fabric, manic sleeves Building something worth the squeeze.
Bloody cowbells leave me be. “Surrender now or follow me!” Parched throats holler, “Come on down! Let us show your soul around!” Pardon, mister, whatcha say? ‘Spirits swallowed every day?’ Why such saccharine in the voice, When presented with such choice? “Chop, chop, sweetie, make some plans. Shout out now, to all who stands!” Reflective …
A faulty stone A giant tumbles Bearing fruit Along the crumbles Wearing much Upon the plate Bearing witness at the gate. "Will we ever find true solace?" "When we end the gilded palace." Colossal heights amount to none Circling 'round and 'round the sun Loosely lumbering Grasping black I think it's time to take it …
Amie Zor 