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Lovely skies
Dark with clouds and rain
Leaden skies
Lead, Pb, Plumbum
Flat diffuse light, photographer's dream
Latin 4 lead = plumbum
We plumb our psychic oceans' depths, as the sailors did
With lead on their sinker lines
We plumb our depths if we choose
When we are earnestly explorative
Reflecting, meditating, in our psychic plumbing
Pb: the ugly duckling brother of glowing gold
Au of the aura Aurum
Both are soft, malleable, unassailable, & so helpful
Gold like Thor the glowing hero, lead like Vulcan the sooty artificer
We have made one the hero, and misused,
Demonized, besmirched the metal lead
Is it lead's fault we have put it in our paint, our gas?
That we made it accumulate in our fish, like fools?
Without lead, your car would not start
Imagine going on your trips on a mule
Or trundling down the road in an ox cart
Do not denounce lovely lead
Gravid, protector, quiet engine starter
Gently available to you to plumb your depths
Before your chapter's demise
Leaden skies
Lovely skies
Gravid with rain
Keep me grounded, serene and sane
Written 1999
 Apr 2015 Nathan Cross
Untitled
They said that the monsters came from under the bed
I say there are more monsters inside my head
They said that the closet held demons of sin
I say the only thing in my closet are skeletons
They said watch out for ghosts in the dark
I say the only dark place is my heart
I was inspired to make this from something I found online
Your ignorance choke me until I'm blue
Everything you say is untrue
What am I to you?
How I wish you knew
That I slice myself every night
Because of you
I've felt fame

















punch me in the face
Sometimes you need to go east
To get yourself west
Sometimes you need 2 dance 2 your own drummer
Before you join the rest
Sometimes you need to unload
Some fancy bling bling
Before you can take wing
Sometimes you need to give away
Some of your brimming cup
"How can you get down…
      If you don't get up?"    [funk lyrics]
Written March 7, 2014
Night skies are proof
There's more than meets the eye
The two-way mirror that reflects fear
Can be shattered to reveal
What's been patiently waiting behind
All this time
 Apr 2015 Nathan Cross
ivory
birds
 Apr 2015 Nathan Cross
ivory
i may have been weak
in the knees,
and in the chest
but i have beaten down the bars
of every cage
and yanked them out with my teeth

(i could cut through steel with all this pain)
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