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Kiri Nells Jun 2011
Sleeping hearts
And dormant souls
Beauty hibernates
Many years fold

Shattered reflections
Eras unseen
Generation: Perfection
Of them, are you keen?

Undiscovered peoples
Obscured luminescence
Shadowed by life’s steeples
Hidden is its presence

Great- their advances
Ignored- their passion
Will cause today’s trances
Lost- intelligence enough to ration

Underground spirits
Nightlife astounding
Colors like parrots
Such a city, hear the pounding

Learn to listen with your hands
And feel with your eyes
The masters of oneness can
All connected are their lives

Together, in unison
Sleeping and knowing
Waiting to show their Sun
And love that is flowing

Wisdom consuming people
Swallowed in thought
Outpouring in emotion
And flawed they are not

Crafters of the stars
And admirers of Animalis
Networking nature afar
That family of causes

Protectors of innocence
Harboring lovers
Defense for our weakness
Strength shared like brothers

Who are these creatures
Forgotten and lost?
Crazy, awe worthy features
And what is their cost?

Who sings this song
Of grace and ability?
Who could play to this music
And not feel so guilty?
Kiri Nells Jun 2011
Flakes of mica and diamonds
Scattered on the cold, grey floor
Reflecting the faces of yesteryears
And people forgotten
Rotten memories eaten at the core
Histories erased, scorched and burned
By our own fires at heart and word

Sheers for cutting crystal
And teeth for devouring silver
Bending the True Gold with its lips
And justifying pyrite and iron
For what did change
That living truths would become deceased to the worldly
That poisoned deceit come of value to the trade and less to traitors?
For who did slide his alluring hiss to
Manipulate and falsify
The common thought?

Insight from the outside
Forced but widely accepted
Did bind what smooth tongued statements
Then blinded to what has been bound
Add that desire has been labeled “the sacred emotion”

Love has been fired down
And showered by water like William Blake’s
To grow a new love
Secret identity: Lust
But for its shaded reality must mean
A hero
A tolerant, but unloving hero
Or *heroine

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