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 Aug 2017 Brother Jimmy
wordvango
funk me   shaman
anthropologists
disclaim me
where the native is sold or stolen
and the dreamcatcher's catch nothing but gold
my allies are my soul
the issues older than Geronimo
the  rivers red with blood
the lands stole
plantations rose
the great spirit rode
off in a chariot
left me wondering where
here is now
flames flickered


growing tired and yielding little warmth


longing to remember


for whom or what


they burned



You saw each spark,


not with the pity of lost causes


not as the hopeless case on which


energy should not be

wasted



you rose and twirled in a timeless dance


arms spread and lungs expelling the deepest breath


they'd ever known



And fanned the flames
 Aug 2017 Brother Jimmy
Cné
Casting spells in a song of lust
with such beauty undenied.
He's chased her half a lifetime
and have lost but all his pride.

Sailing all the oceans blue
He's left his ship dashed on the rocks.
Begging for that enchanted kiss
from his mermaid as she mocks.

Her voice to call within a gale
scent heady upon the waves.
Nets shredded trying to capture her
yet every night he craves.

To nary catch a fleeting glimpse
of her golden hair or tail.
He's chased her 'cross the storming seas
as winds and rain did wail.

Forever calling out her name
He's come to rest in every port.
On moonlit nights he hears her song
attempts to see her, she does thwart.

The scent of salt does show his years
but still he sails to her song.
Forever on the shifting waves
is where his heart belongs.
 Aug 2017 Brother Jimmy
wordvango
just a tad befused conwildered

stupified
I obfuscate well
I won’t be sad to leave this world
Where people beat up on the dogs who love them
And lock their children in a closet to starve.
Where people throw bags of baby kittens in the river
And think it’s a lark without a pang of guilt.
Where lying is always the accepted answer
And stealing is taking what’s felt as deserved.
Where thoughtless unkindness is the rule of the day
And no one can see past their ‘want’ of the moment.
I don’t think I’ll be sad to go.

My hopes have been wounded and bruised
By callous uncaring and selfish spite.
My dreams became nightmares
When trampled on by the bottom line.
My plans were unraveled like a badly knit sweater
When worn in the cold wind of cheating
And bragging of gaming the system.
My ethics are pummeled in rapid succession
By those with agendas much blacker than sin
So I don’t think I’ll be at all sad to go.

The world is now vinegar in fine champagne bottles
The liter of Coke, a molotov cocktail
And our very best friend is the enemy.
The rage on the highway makes it unsafe to drive
And the muggers defy you to walk.
The unwanted ads that spring out from hiding
Are like death from a thousand small cuts.
And the blood of my joy soaks into the ground
Where nothing can grow without any rain
And the heat never melts the ice in your veins.
It won’t be all that sad to just go
       ljm
Where is the GOOD news, the story of kindness and caring, of helping and encouraging?  I'm so weary of the evilness in this world
She seeks God in the river where she drowned him
The same one she once tried to cleanse her soul in

Her heart listens to hymns sung by her petrified flesh
While her lovers' lips set the pace of her forgotten faith

She is lost
Copyright unde Bianca Reyes
2017 all rights reserved
I want to drown in you
As you sink in me
But I'm sitting on land
While you're walking on water
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All rights reserved
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