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Ken Pepiton Sep 26
We gonna rock
right, rock means

something, right, we
gonna rock this joint, tonight

means something to the mob,
representative miniscule bit of it,
we, you and me, whatsoever we agree
paying rapture ready attention, to we, us

the living words appearing in your mind,
this mind we share using knowing, old,
wise, ways we lost through misconnection,

truth and wisdom, tandem, two minds,
arranged with worthiness weights in place,

we are, those champions, those folks from
former times, the old days, the glory days,
these days,
we believed were our destination,
ever, after
ever before, now
we were stuck right here in now,

and then, now, again,
same old, same old, now.

The good guys and the other guys, the thieves,
and us, those stolen from, we too tiny to think

we may be involved
in eternal warfare, as mere
peace makers, sent
to perform
on demand, pure

peaceable possibility supposed up above us all,

peace past understanding, achieved
in confusion, defused, refused
since
when
precisely,
cut incisively
to the core concept, truth weighed in,
throwing sheer folly
at our fear
of death

stopping
the heart
of our confusion, as we agreed,

we may be all we
make believed.

And immediately appear
as true as ever

imaginably, just so.
some tequila was involved, witnesses reported at the scene
Michael Lord Sep 22
Wovoka I wish
Drum chant dance ‘neath sun and star
Brought warrior conquest
My second haiku.  I am finding it somewhat difficult to write haiku, I keep miscounting syllables.  I am finding it addicting though; at some point will I need professional detox?
Graye Aug 20
My words dig deep
And do they strike true.

My tongue is a weapon,
I don't always use

It can harm and main
Deeper than any physical wound.

My words can heal, harm...


Or haunt you.
When I was far from here,
The gusts of wind felt like loving fingers,
Caressing my silhouette as I moved.
It seemed I was haunted,
By one loving ghost.

Slowly as the day grew grayer,
The soft gusts faded,
Turning to cold winds accompanying the rain.
Whatever spirit I had found never returned,
It could be in the dreary storms,
They moved on.
Always love a good mystery. Happy Sunday.
The sure fire cure,
To a spirit rotting your mind,
Is to leave your spirit behind.
Find somewhere where nobody knows your name,
Except the trees who know everything,
Rebuild your spirit there.
Fresh as the smell of pine,
Strong as the flesh of oak.
Remember what you were born to do,
And do it more.
When changing tradition,
Or burning books of lore,
You must keep the few that remain true,
Then dance in the ashes of the rest.
Mental health and illness is a battle. In the end we should heed the advice of professionals, but pioneer to find personal cures. Something to heal or help until we reach a place of peace.
Espantajo,

I kissed you
but my lips knew no remedy
for you, standing cruciform
  in a desert wind.

Espantajo,

wrapped in
  cornhusk feathers,
no sky knows you.

Espantajo,

I could not move you
from your place in the night.
   For you,
all things rise in the west
sleep in the west
make love in the west
and die in the west.
   You married a northern woman
like un espirito muerto
   appearing in a photograph.

Espantajo,

Face away from my house now.
I have blue glass
   bottles sleeping
in the branches all night
   to snare spirits.

Espantajo,

The same old wind
rattles you
   and you call it talking.
Silencio, ****** scarecrow.
If you can't love,
can't move,
can't hold a woman,
   what good are you?
Beware, if you should venture out
There's spirits in the air
Be on the watch for all about
when walking, if you dare

The wind is up, the moon is full
There are witches in the air
Be on the watch for all about
when walking, if you dare

Ghosts and ghouls are waiting
For the midnight bell to toll
They lie in wait there in the dark
For those who dare to take a stroll

The moon is bright, it lights the sky
You can hear the haunted howls
The coven forms, there in the dark
Hidden by their capes and cowls

Listen close, the wind will speak
You can hear it if you try
The voices of those long gone
Or is it just a ghostly sigh

The veil is lifted on this night
The darkness hides the evil there
You hear it now "rosebud" it says
Do you go out, do you dare

A simple word, between the worlds
Houdini, maybe so
I dare you to go out tonight
But, be wary if you go

For, ghosts and ghouls are waiting
For you to take that stroll
Do you dare to face the moonlight?
Do you dare to bet your soul?
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