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 Sep 2024 Crow
Nigdaw
roots
 Sep 2024 Crow
Nigdaw
I have taken my daughter
back to where she now lives
but she still calls this space
home
a word that describes so much
more
than just four walls and a roof
this is love, this is sanctuary, this is
roots
as long as we exist on this earth
this will always be where you
belong
 Sep 2024 Crow
nivek
sounds of the drop
Sycamore dead
let go for Winter

leaf fall crisp browns
scattered to the winds
a Summers harvest

the light the soil
the rain
the love of living.
 Sep 2024 Crow
South by Southwest
"My drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire ."
Shakespeare :
Henry VIII , act II , scene IV


I'm
mixing alcohol
with . . .
my silver tears of fear

While . . .
I'm am
looking back
on all the agony
of my life
whose demise
is now . . .
drawing near

I dream of being Phoenix
with red plumage
and desire
To be consumed
by the tears
I have set on fire

So . . .
let me pour another drink
and
rake the coals of life

Then I'll be
setting my tears
on fire
While waiting
on new life


Song : Set Fire to the Rain
by Adele
 Sep 2024 Crow
Gulishta
YOU
 Sep 2024 Crow
Gulishta
YOU
More than anything,
I'm thankful and I'm elated that I found you.
More than anything
I love the companionship and everything about you.

You are the answer
To my every prayer
You are perfection
Anything else doesn't really matter.

You make me love myself
You make me feel safe.
You make me feel untouchable
As if nothing bad can ever happen.

You made content,
You made feel cherished.
You make it so easy to love you
You are an honest to god miracle.

You are my home,my safe place.
You are everywhere,but still give me space.
You are my hope,and all the good inside.
You are my supporter, roaster on the other side.

You are the other half of my soul
The creator created me with your bone.
I was lost somewhere in the storm
Thank you for being my home.
Sold down the Suwannee
prepackaged if only
we'd listened
to prophets and seers
but we were deaf in
both ears and blind to the
signs that were shown

ah,
that wild blackwater
we rode it to Mexico
and
passed out on Mezcal.

We had to try
if not to live
then to die
as men.
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