Monday, December 20, 2004
No Skin Like Mine
No skin like mine should hold you prisoner In leafy bounds of reckless words Causing stir among those who wish to speak Gossip into fashion by thread and yarn Spinning as weavers do their webs No glossy mane of hair of yellow Should enchant angels to surrender Their dusted halos and virgin armor For... Sign in to see full entry.
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Friday, December 17, 2004
Make Me Pretty
Make me pretty, Radiant Beautiful Like a pilgrim goddess With a fertile belly And shapely legs Make me pretty, Saintly and angelic With a voice like time And hours to spare On capturing Forgotten woes Make me pretty, Daughter of nature Tapestry kitten Of life Spent giving Everything Make me pretty,... Sign in to see full entry.
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Tuesday, December 7, 2004
This clutter on the shelf of my mind Burns like a battery on my tongue Eating my words like acid Delusions of hypnotic intentions I wad up paper balls to feed To my creative animal For he is often hungry for diction He rolls in my offerings, dripping With the sex induced scent Of my storybook legs... Sign in to see full entry.
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Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Fade The night quivers Secrets on the tongue Weigh the moon’s Dripless silver Animalistic Eyes like amber pools Droplets of angst Soak deep into earth Wade Waters deep And surfaces wide Rootless drifter Pilgrims Daughters of menses Sons of bone Ride universal tide Sow Seeds and rainbows The... Sign in to see full entry.
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Sunday, November 28, 2004
Sinner & His Lady
To inhale would be to surrender To leave the door open To widen legs and breed The immorality of Eve To flood the flow of existence To redden the blood To pose as though unclean A view of Eden To burn the seedlings to ashes To stir fables from stones To build a foundation On the spine of Adam To... Sign in to see full entry.
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Friday, November 19, 2004
Down Dirty Ditty
I cry because I am dirty A dirty girl with dirty dreams Going to do dirty things Like spin my skirt Spin it like a top Until you rise Like dawn Your rock hard Something Upon my earthen Valley Going to pull you down Into my murky waters My flowerless garden Clinging to your seeds Longing to grow... Sign in to see full entry.
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Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Change My Mind
Change My Mind No, not today maybe tomorrow when the cobwebs have all been brushed aside I’m mad an insane house cat I grow fat and lazy drunk on catnip swatting spiders I wake, wide-eyed sunrises like marigolds stroll along the walk this way here is the way to heaven Roads broken like a sparrow... Sign in to see full entry.
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Tuesday, November 9, 2004
The End of Warm Days
Dreaming of days were daughters laugh As though they have a father with hands Big as mountains and strong as oxen A hearty chuckle like a warm fire Around the hearth sit mitten-less girls With rosy red cheeks from playing In the yard were white snow dusted Their golden heads and frosted their... Sign in to see full entry.
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Friday, November 5, 2004
A Lover's Confession
Oh, Veronica! I do not love you for you, but rather for the silky mattress of your body. (From the Book Scorched on a Vine.) Sign in to see full entry.
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Monday, November 1, 2004
The Croix of Death's March
Thick bound pages, leather faced worn like apple skin, drying in the sun words written and rewritten, time a fable while the congregation opens their eyes to the weeping widow, donning black across a body of secrets, forgiving Father for not asking when taking, yet always taking a holy scavenger,... Sign in to see full entry.
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