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She sends her love
She sends her love down
into the Mother
that holds her dearly
pressed deep within layers
crystalline veins
become fingers of light

beneath the surface
precious stone
purple points of symmetry
down through darkness so dark
ancient dreams she remembers
She sends Her Heart
Heart Pure

She sends her love
She sends her love down
into the Mother  
that holds her dearly
millenniums of rotation
meld together in perfect form
full, round and firm

layers upon layers of
bones, stones n' trees
leaves laden with mud
pressed dense n' deep
beneath the surface
orbs of precious stone
purple points of symmetry

crystalline veins
become fingers of light
tunnels of silver
copper and gold
milleniumms of rotation
meld together in perfect form
full, round and firm

stones trees n' bones
mud laden with leaves    
pressed deep n' dense  
down through darkness so dark
ancient dreams She remembers
She sends her Heart
Heart Pure

fingers of light
Illuminating
the Warm Core  
Beating Heart of the Mother

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Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved

the inner need to degrade our worth
is engraved in each of our hearts
it has been a part of us since birth
to deceive and cheat and lie

the choice is simple, the path is straight
yet still we stumble and we fall
I'm sure every one can relate
the longing we have to do what is wrong

as easy as it should be for you and me
to just do what we know is right
someone out there steals the jewelry
someone tells a simple lie

it might be me, or it may be you
who swings first, who says a hurtful word
but its still evil, we all know its true
we are not good, we choose to do wrong

there is never an in between
either wrong or right, good or evil
You cannot be nice and mean
There is no way to choose both

We all have a choice to make, to choose
To live a life of lies and hate
To give it all away, to always lose
Or choose good in the bad

To have a hope when you're raised in pain
To look past your parents choices
To hope for the sunshine after the rain
There is always going to be good and evil

.
The thought of you
Sends me aimlessly floating
Across rainbow skies
Enchanting my senses

Fragrant siftings of desire
Passion drenched dreams
Engulf my consciousness
Lay me to mesmeric quiverings

On clouds of quilted inspiration
Penning my entranced mind
In odic poetic phrases
Coined by a surrendering heart

Completely lost in the moment
Captured by perfect beauty
Immersed in the delirium
Of the thought of you

)
       o    (              (             (                  
O   )     (                      )        
            )                (      o
    (              (      (                       O  
   )     o              )   O       )        o
(    O              (     o      (         ) 
)    o                              )    (
**make me a cauldron of a witch's
brew•let it bubble and boil...;
simmer and stew• allow the con-
coction to churn•feed it with raw an-
guish and spiteful spurn•whisper my wi-
shes into shady ingredients•scatter them in
to render it potent•stir it wild...with an iron
ladle with a wooden haft•raucous incanta-
tions of a long forgotten craft•...now give
me a vial of the witch's brew•let it
**** me or grant me the gifts
promised in lieu•

.

In the wake of this new morning
With its skyline dark of hue
Floating clouds conceal its warning
Still my mind is lost in you

Counted moments I am feeling
Laced with simple dreams to find
Of the endless breezes flowing
In the face of all this time

Distant footsteps find me walking
Drenched in fragrant sorted flow
Caught of patterns sweetly forming
Matters not where I may go

For your love my destination
Sits a’ wait atop the hill
Whispers call of my direction
For this wanting heart to fill

As the sun now greets me smiling
With its light so pure of feel
Casting shadows long and winding
In a silence soft and real

Thoughts do bring a glad sensation
When my eyes they see it true
In the wake of this new morning
*As my mind is lost in you