Bent and twisted

We sought hope in the wicked

Words and intentions

And honourable mentions

Of our dearly departed

Before the days started

With wounds of the millions

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*Solace forbidden,

Hidden

In the wells of emotion

Laws set in motion 

To seal the fate of our brothers last dream

Your image was shuffled to me
Like cards across the table
The moment I saw your darkened photo 
Against the grain of a vision screen
And my hands reached toward my mouth, hoping for words that would portray the best,
The person who lived,
 deep inside my chest

I thought I saw you

before I saw you.

I thought I felt the wind

grace the back of my neck

like

Whispers tempered with speeches,

waiting. 

Those, thoughts that played against my mind

Like a memory that served purpose years ago.

You carried through me like the river.

In and out,

Back and fourth.

Mud stuck to the bottoms of my feet,

I rinsed them in the cool stream of your reminders.

Were you real?

As real as I am.

And although I dreamed these things,

You confirmed each line I came to remember.

There was that silence that Bumped along your hips

like,

Stars in the sky and the forest of trees

behind the house you grew up in.

Was it a dream,

was it a stitched together

like the meandering waterfall,

its roaring voice too loud to hear the tickling of that cold water.

When I took my shoes off and jumped in,

 naked and full of fear,

and you held me close.

You said with your voice I heard as harmonics,

I’m right here.

I’m right here.

And I let my body lay against yours,

 like I had done it a thousand times,

and told you to come to bed.

 Your flesh was like the mountains I visited as a child.

Dips and canyons engraved upon my minds eye,

my fingers laced against the curves of your essence.

And I breathed your name like it was a lullaby.

I let you break every barrier I had ever built

Within the those moments of bodies melting, becoming one.

The day blazed a opening ceremony for the dead still  in a world of sleepy conscious.
Trumpets sounded and fires rose from the curve of earths crust. 
His small and crumpled hand rose to his face to wipe the dust from his eyelids. 
Visions of a night spent in holy flourish fill his waiting cup. 
He looks around at the same dizzy bedroom and wishes for home. 
Home that never was seen with human eyes. 
His fortress, his sanction and blessed love live in the hollows of his slowly dying heart. 
And pain, she eludes him.
His hands so gently placed upon Her back she turns away. Fever rising in the depths of her icy river feet. 
The floor begins to creak and stir as he leaves his humble bed.
A trail of softened carpet makes a path to the door. He opens it quietly, and screams once more.  Flames, tendrils lick heavens blessings, burdening what could have been.

A new day crept through my open window.
A whisper of yesterday presses its hands against my swollen belly. 
Hunger rises in my hunters core.

Outside, I hear the dance of tribal song. 
I ponder it’s significance. 

Where does the sun breed it’s beacon? 

I toss and turn,
My dreams still play against my honor. 

The breast of winter has wishes to play accordance, But
I beg for summer daze.

I open my music box to hear sounds of relevance, 
And quiver.

I thought I saw you before I saw you.

I thought I felt the wind grace the back of my neck like
Whispers tempered with speeches waiting to call you by name. 
Those,
thoughts that played against my memory 
Like the river that carries you through and out

The fantasy I built
Only it's real, your real. 
As real as I am.
And although I dreamed things I didn't think were possible, 
You  confirmed each line I memorized 
With a silence that Bumped along your hips like
Stars in the sky and the forest of trees behind your grandmothers house where we made love for the first time. 

Was it a dream?
Was it a stitched together like the
meandering waterfall,
roaring voice too loud to hear the tickling of the stream. 
When I took my shoes off and jumped into that water, naked and full of fear, and you held me close and said with your voice I heard with harmonics resonating,
I'm right here. 
I'm right here.
And I let my body lay against yours,
like I had done it a thousand times, and told you to come to bed. 

I remember remembering. 

Your flesh were like the mountains I visited as a child,
dips and canyons engraved upon my minds eye.

Your heart bumped to the same beat of my aching breast that you held your hand upon

Remember, remember 

Your heavy eyes that lingered much too long for 
My own self hatred to hang around and watch
The love you let echo between our writhing bodies, over and over again

The way you knew what I was saying, without even knowing me,
and I wondered if I was falling,
breaking all the barriers.

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Tangled threads of beaming light                          
Yesterday today and tomorrows blessing            
As we borrow pity and switch the beat                    
Hands held high, praising praising                      
The glory that sits upon our blistered feet           
And we dare not utter sleep        
                     
*We are the minds counterpart
Heavy in the contexts
A linger in the words felt
Through the hollows door
An explicit glance through the past
And therefore our future