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Dawn King Nov 2016
It’s a happening that begins to unfold
Unlike any other multi part plot filled book you’ve ever read
The happening begins when you actually begin to live
The happening happens over and over again
Each time more in depth within itself
We empower others to do their work
Each day, we play these roles
On the one day, when all of everything is lined up in your favor
That is born from chaos
And there is no way to take another breath
When you cannot stand on your two feet any longer
There are people placed in your path to breath life back into your lungs
That is the place in the happening
Where by the happenstance of timing
You fully comprehend the meaning of humility
And know no other way
Than to give yourself over to those that
Do the medicine work
Fully, without regard or thought
This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
Dawn King Oct 2016
The signs are there
Like a prophetic
Supernova dream
What are signs
Without vigil
Without signal
This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
  Sep 2016 Dawn King
Elizabeth Squires
there's a definite skill in tugging strings
marionette controllers understand these things*
cords of manipulation pulled left and right
to keep each puppet working for his might

a deftness of tasking beyond compare
this capability he'll show with much dare
an accent always being on the wire's desire
as to how he'd like his wooden figures to fire

we marvel at the maestro's astute vigour
in employing his expert's toggling rigour
commanding all the dolls by ace orchestration
*he's a supreme professional of the vocation
Dawn King Sep 2016
You

Whoever you are
Sitting in the dark shadow
Of the black widow
That hovers atop your

Second sight

I'll find you in the
Ego-less corners
Of the 3rd dimension
Department of duality

Limelight
This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
Dawn King Sep 2016
Full Pisces moon
Equipped with eclipse
Perceptions swoon
Brain waves tip
I begin to ride
Beat of the drum
Ancestors appear
Body succumbed
Questions answered
In high gear
The veil is thin
Hawk spirit within
Two world trance
Sacred dance
Drumbeats quicken
Time to return
Point of entry
The journey is done
  Sep 2016 Dawn King
wordvango
with dripping elegance
the Venus' Pride
the False Indigo
with proud long stem protruding
the Blue Curls dew
covered extend
roadside curtsies to all
who pass by
dancing
like cultured pearls
in the morning
light.
  Sep 2016 Dawn King
Elizabeth Squires
the deity was a ******* up minor god*
his band of fans saw not the faker ***
of a deceptive trait he did so show
some were blind to looking at the real bloke
others more insightful thought he a joke
true believers weren't indoctrinated
they knew shams could be invalidated
never did he possess the divine glow
why praise the charlatan's counterfeit guff
of it there would be a perennial bluff
his godhead image did dupe the unwise
for these disciples were so unsighted
of him they'd be lastingly blighted
*a pretender until his very demise
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