FaceBook has stolen my time!

The album I am currently listening to: very nice, calm, warm jazz.

Written in 1993

Swirling
     incomplete
running
     without feet
breathing liquid
     leaf mold
desperate
painful purple eyes
rats hide beneath the brick
large angry dragon
trailing slime
sinking slowly down below
     heaving earth
     liquid glow
fingers and toes
leave no trace.

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The day I quit

the establishment

I freed myself

to see with new eyes.

I discovered much of what

I was

and had never known

I gave myself permission

To love me again

and consequently

to love another

not secretly

But unashamedly

and with joy.

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So there

At the edge of town

Was a disaster.

A fire that burned

Day and night

The sun faded green

in the perpetual twilight

yawning his huge

spots for all his care.

The stars came and

went

dancing between the

billowing brown clouds

And the moon

the moon

Was never again seen

Many people said

She left

In disgust

She floated

Dreamily away

Her face

Perpetually towards

The planet of her choice

Which just happened

to be Saturn

Saturn. . .

With her explosive power

Dynamic Saturn

Magnetic Glory

Her halo of rings

fascinating

Nameless moon. . .

Losing her glow

As she approached

Planet glory,

Her love,

She diminished

Faded

And disappeared.

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There is a simple grace

In the dark days of rain

The silver light

Reflects a molten flow

A race towards lower

Postures

A revealing of oneself

As dust and mud retract

A lifting of the eyes

The face is damp

But simple perseverance

Projecting

From the soul

Defeats the misty tides.

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They Fly

with steady stream

and bubbles of joy

One would never guess

Their lives are scarred

By the roles they play

And are silently marred

In their war torn world

Where they bear the brunt

Of the anger devised

By the skilled adults.

They peer out

Of windows of blue

and brown and green

And wonder at what

They have just seen

But pretend its all

just normalcy

When they have no way

Of knowing truth

And they have no way

Of escaping lies

For they have no way

As children

to fly.

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As a woman

I was fenced in.

Invisible lines

Stronger than any chain

Drew me down

impeded my walk

...my run.

When I was a child

I skipped down the

hallways of all

the institutions

til I recognized

their intent.

And I withdrew

Becoming a stranger

to myself

Intolerable

I became a rebel

within walls

fenced in . . . chained

denied

And one day I heard

the wolf sing

She set me free.....

She has some vestige

 of freedom

She finds for herself

Within the last remnants

of the wilderness.....

And yes she is wild

For freedom

is not bound....

and freedom

is not denied.....

for without it

she dies...

I am Wolfsong.

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