michael-allen - Hello Poetry

the old river paint timeless wrinkles on mothers face muddy river meet the clear flow of your young brother fresh river water cleanse the ***** innocence in a clean bacterial mouth river of innocence tell an old story to clean sheets yellowed river of youth run bubbling eyes afraid of the cold bed run mother waits with her own river tale dry run the buddhist river exist dharma is the great nonexistent universe brooklyn ferry hold a river of souls above rough water river of one thought be ancestral water bathing all without time oh river water roll where no soul can feel your roll roll eyes of your grandchildren are dreaming roll beautiful nothing is the flux of life roll the old river tells the youngest stories the river babe of snow tells the oldest of mountains unable to stop growing with arthritic slopes the stories are the same old young flux the story goes like this:

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Apr 15, 2013

Apr 15, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC

michael-allen

Ways of Looking at a River

the old river paint timeless wrinkles on mothers face muddy river meet the clear flow of your young brother fresh river water cleanse the ***** innocence in a clean bacterial mouth river of innocence tell an old story to clean sheets yellowed river of youth run bubbling eyes afraid of the cold bed run mother waits with her own river tale dry run the buddhist river exist dharma is the great nonexistent universe brooklyn ferry hold a river of souls above rough water river of one thought be ancestral water bathing all without time oh river water roll where no soul can feel your roll roll eyes of your grandchildren are dreaming roll beautiful nothing is the flux of life roll the old river tells the youngest stories the river babe of snow tells the oldest of mountains unable to stop growing with arthritic slopes the stories are the same old young flux the story goes like this:

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Spring creeks born from infinite knowledge gaining speed riding cloaked horses that show Peter in the stained glass surface young creek carry salvation price televangelists can't match melt bullet proof screens between altar and flock wash the old mans feet Summer river border bring fresh water to stagnant minds earthly limits can yield no nutrition salt smooths David pebbles to fly straight Journeys from the Abaddon threshold (leave the salt behind) riding clouds like the cloaked horses to stained glass Peter past our own existence watching self hematophagy all things are one Fall crosses river styx until we are wise enough to take the coins from our eyes see his lonely gold coin fall from the mast economists miss the beauty in a negative slope Cold winter brooks forget their age babes no longer baptized in ***** whale heads no longer giving squeeze to oil that fights the freezing point of time no longer running from the mouth that carries you west are we anchored to god or do billions of monkey ropes join to give him life

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Apr 15, 2013

Apr 15, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC

michael-allen

Untitled

Spring creeks born from infinite knowledge gaining speed riding cloaked horses that show Peter in the stained glass surface young creek carry salvation price televangelists can't match melt bullet proof screens between altar and flock wash the old mans feet Summer river border bring fresh water to stagnant minds earthly limits can yield no nutrition salt smooths David pebbles to fly straight Journeys from the Abaddon threshold (leave the salt behind) riding clouds like the cloaked horses to stained glass Peter past our own existence watching self hematophagy all things are one Fall crosses river styx until we are wise enough to take the coins from our eyes see his lonely gold coin fall from the mast economists miss the beauty in a negative slope Cold winter brooks forget their age babes no longer baptized in ***** whale heads no longer giving squeeze to oil that fights the freezing point of time no longer running from the mouth that carries you west are we anchored to god or do billions of monkey ropes join to give him life

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The sun sets the red west ablaze, the east darkens to deeper shades. ****** green heads lie in between know nothing and say nothing and now the nether looms large on the shallow forest of thought. A lagoon of time A Basho frog sleeps on the shore, silenced by submerged vibrations of Moloch The very name nestled in its ***** unable to be replicated by shades, just names; Iron aye-aye claws Disgendered cole. Stars fight the night Flashes run from far and join. The storm's desultory violence has not color but a voice; The sound of absent light.

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Apr 15, 2013

Apr 15, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC

michael-allen

Black

The sun sets the red west ablaze, the east darkens to deeper shades. ****** green heads lie in between know nothing and say nothing and now the nether looms large on the shallow forest of thought. A lagoon of time A Basho frog sleeps on the shore, silenced by submerged vibrations of Moloch The very name nestled in its ***** unable to be replicated by shades, just names; Iron aye-aye claws Disgendered cole. Stars fight the night Flashes run from far and join. The storm's desultory violence has not color but a voice; The sound of absent light.

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