Category Archives: life

Buaya Darat

a thousand millennia
have mirror’d my awesome beauty—
a flower from Isla Flores—
an Ora
whose bite be much louder
than my bark

Breath Giver

every eon arous’d I become
by a stranger’s sensual embrace
till I cry aloud a joyful cry
and spew forth my eggs
of liquid fire and ash
to mingle with the suitors
of land and sky and sea
that my evolving world might endure
not only to join Time
but Her for some to really feel

daily bread

mid morn—
kitchen window opens its eyes—
charming our nest into song frenzy—
front door reveals a friend
trying to mimic our chirp—
“Morning, pretty birds!”
our hearts beat past our wings
as wild seed fills our aerial bowl
and garnishes the feet of our tree—
“Enjoy, pretty birds!”
once again so good be life—
‘tis breakfast in Vale of Spring

time

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no beginning
but a fountain of birth—
no end
but a final bed for mortality—
a sacred vault
for every memory
every spirit—
eternal hope
of rebirth

moon life

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virginscape
kiss’d
by breath
by sweat
by offspring of death
by seed from exotic feet
from cosmic sleet
inducing bloom

rebirth

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life from ruins

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Category Archives: life

Buaya Darat

a thousand millennia
have mirror’d my awesome beauty—
a flower from Isla Flores—
an Ora
whose bite be much louder
than my bark

Breath Giver

every eon arous’d I become
by a stranger’s sensual embrace
till I cry aloud a joyful cry
and spew forth my eggs
of liquid fire and ash
to mingle with the suitors
of land and sky and sea
that my evolving world might endure
not only to join Time
but Her for some to really feel

daily bread

time

no beginning
but a fountain of birth—
no end
but a final bed for mortality—
a sacred vault
for every memory
every spirit—
eternal hope
of rebirth

moon life

virginscape
kiss’d
by breath
by sweat
by offspring of death
by seed from exotic feet
from cosmic sleet
inducing bloom

rebirth

life from ruins

a thousand millennia have mirror’d my awesome beauty— a flower from Isla Flores— an Ora whose bite be much louder than my bark

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a thousand millennia
have mirror’d my awesome beauty—
a flower from Isla Flores—
an Ora
whose bite be much louder
than my bark

every eon arous’d I become
by a stranger’s sensual embrace
till I cry aloud a joyful cry
and spew forth my eggs
of liquid fire and ash
to mingle with the suitors
of land and sky and sea
that my evolving world might endure
not only to join Time
but Her for some to really feel

no beginning
but a fountain of birth—
no end
but a final bed for mortality—
a sacred vault
for every memory
every spirit—
eternal hope
of rebirth

virginscape
kiss’d
by breath
by sweat
by offspring of death
by seed from exotic feet
from cosmic sleet
inducing bloom