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 Aug 2016
Butch Decatoria
Madre* genuflects.
In brown countries of her hands
old beads sweating faith.
 Aug 2016
Butch Decatoria
The art of Peaceful
Warriors themselves mastered
the wise open hand.
 Aug 2016
Cynthia Jean
Heal the wounds within my heart
Washed clean from rivers of blood
When does the bleeding stop?

Cj 2016
 Aug 2016
Onoma
How is it you
drew this small
crowd of flowers...
a bouquet once
sunrays apart?
 Aug 2016
Butch Decatoria
All you have are bones,
our flesh once giants, lies, dust,
my feelings extinct.
 Aug 2016
ᗺᗷ
Words will mean little
If they're dead on arrival.
Live within your words.
 Aug 2016
Butch Decatoria
1.
No separation.
One color, both black both white.
Being : Day & Night.

2.
Mother and Father
Without, within, both are one
flesh / of love / to birth.

*(Chi - Omnius Plus Perfectum)
 Aug 2016
Butch Decatoria
1.
One /second/to none
says come, feel the brilliant night's
loud silence for morn.

2.
Bereft of so much,
perfectly imperfect soul,
you're/quite somethin'/ else.
 Aug 2016
Butch Decatoria
Shy color of skies'
sun blushing - everlasting
beauty blooms divine.
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