Red rain rising Prisms in the sun Bowing forward gently, Ready for the run A distance unimaginable A length of life to come To breathe this essence deeply Reminds us where we're from Fountains pure and golden Flows of time and truth Our home is ever present; The house is always You. * Happy …
Destroyers, keepers Kingdoms fall We provide the tithe Until we crawl To cracks and crevasses Deep and down ‘til brighter times We suffer and drown We assign and think All things must collude When on our knees We should heed solitude To wake from mirrors Both past and present But we stay and lay And …
Wispy grey willows Hang down from the stars Ready to reclaim what Once was now ours Reaching and grasping Down to our Earth Whispering shadows Of darkness and mirth Enact into truth Pushed out into light We feel that something Just isn't quite right Blessed to our people We shake these lies down And no …
Enshrined Entombed Inside the womb I sputter and break the spell It’s hard to say It’s hard to stray But I’ll try my damnedest to dwell Outside my thoughts Inside the swell Of Being’s greater good To practice To be To strictly not need To stratify all that I could I seek to wonder, I …
Starry folds Hands entwine Lightning burns Time unwinds Light years ahead - See the curves! Love the blisters Twinge-ing nerves Like a stone-man From the ground Like a pebble Echoing sound Dropped from my perch - Way up high - Falling, twisted Through the sky I know not where The falling goes But faith, have …
Words are always following me. They hang above, trailing me wherever I go. Constantly composing, re-forming, re-stating. Once I have a moment of peace or silence, they flood me like the deluge…. An onslaught of compositions, essays, poetry, and random statements. I am used to this constant internal narrative. It’s been there for me all …
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.
Thorny ridges, brushing back Getting into so much slack Much ado with waking time Not much ringing to the rhyme. Pristine clutches, diamond digs Singing for the groveling pigs Trash talk, pouty, with a glance Change it all to take a stance. Rosebush thorny, through and through Rippling forth comes morning dew Listen to the …
Amie Zor 