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KathleenAMaloney Jun 2016
Join me.. Please
It's a Party Here ..
Watch...
"Brethren of Days"
A Movie it Seems
Academy Awards
****. Of a Soldier
One of Gods Own
Beloved
A Woman
Known
To Many
Sister, Lover, Practitioner, Friend
Earth to All Once
And Now
Some Dare
Call it Stain.. More like
Sssssssssssssssssss
Sound of a Lizards Tonque
Shatan..
Brotherhood of Eve

No
NAME
This...
For Power
BEAST
Risen God Self
With the
WORD

Keep Close
And Fully
Armed
Oh Buddha
Flame
Of Prayer
Within

Mask
Not Flesh
Incarnate Red
Held
Holy
Bowed
Listening
Willingness
To Live

Not Sin
Nor Grace
Nor Death
This Speak
But Capture
Held
Warrior
Of The Flesh

Prisoners Robe
Silk Mandala
I AM
Of The Way
Laura Katherine Nov 2015
my insides and outsides tangle together
and i breathe as if i'm underwater and
it is immensely loud and quiet at the same time
quiet like the streets of the town i grew up in on sunday mornings
quiet like the times i failed to say the words stuck on my tonque outloud
loud like the times i'm trying to fall asleep but
the mistakes i made years ago keep screaming
loud like the memory of your voice saying you needed to go
quiet like the way i let you
Patrick Ramsey Jan 2021
Your tonque speaks the metaphor of the oar.  noiseless, fluent, it defines a
perfect path for two arousing hearts to entangle into
one inseparable strand of embrace.

It arcs and dips its wooden blade in unmoving water.  Like a nascent poem, it rises and breathes into one particular shape, your mind wants.

There is wisdom in the drift of the oar,
as it pulls a lost cannoe from mute running in the still water of night.

Grant me then, oh goddess, one  moment in time, to relish your sublime verse of passion... without a trace of lament in your heart.

And speak to me
in whisper... In whisper.
Dave Rendle Nov 2018
Kindness can't be beaten
and the water within us sings
lets words be spoken, released on tonque
makes new spaces, for us to hang out and spin
where eyes have seen oppression
where hearts have ridden waves of pain
time travels, wants our voices to be heard
stories to be shared freely with the world
with inks running with honesty
tries to show people what we have seen.

Across the globe
some people finding it hard to breathe
so gather round, and help these pulses flow
to turn again, to become sparks in the afterglow
a dazzle in the rain, singular defiant voices rising
songs across the land, blazing with truth
creating and destroying, tearing up old  rules
feeding new ideas, needed for survival
allowing the weight of the world
to come  tumbling, crushing down.

Remember, all the beauty of this earth
follow sources of diversity, all the ways of life
caught and captured on the winds to refresh
beyond the closed systems, against intolerance
truth is simple, glides carefully from one heart to another
can nourish us as we wait, for iniquities to pass
with a rich tapestry of dreams within us
searching beyond interwoven ***** of worry
allowing all to keep pushing, soaring, roaring
waiting patiently for something to change.

Whispering true words, of simplicity
with individual choruses of surfacing reason
against hopelessness, despair, and fear
the lies and discourse that taint and smear
pendulums of justice infusing memories with shame
putting obstacles in the way, pointing fingers of blame
words carve a path to the futures corridor
bringing fresh hope, for all voices to explore
wading through days of stumbling confusion
the past is pinned down, reaches for conclusion.

— The End —