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Author: shaman
ASL Info:    32/m/Holland,MI
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Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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I under-slept or over-woke
my dreams obskewered by the spokes of this cycle
The holy spirit spiraled through the smoke of a pentecostal flame
Veiling my train of thought with moisture wrought from bridal showers
Engaged in conversation with lily pads and lotus flowers
They said "Walk across the water
Before this river sticks or you end up covered in blood, stuck to a crucifix"
So speak in tongues and say at once
In sickness and in health
Cause Santa's home is sinking
Quickly as the icecaps melt
Will these words be felt
through the fabric of space time?
Armed with forbidden fruit
We are shoots from the same vine
Don't discard the rind
It adds some zest to life
The messiah and the shekinah beckon you tonight to light the way for those astray
so they may claim eternity




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  There has always been something about you words that pull me. Draw me in and turn me about. Every line I feel as though I'm whirling through the rabbit hole trying to absorb as it's all going by so fast.

Some of course I love more then others...you know me well enough to know the ones that make me swoon but Dave from the first poem I ever read of yours right up to today I covet your voice...more then you'll ever know or that I could ever show. Not only my friend - kindred spirit but one hell of a writer...and critique master ;)
As I always know you speak the truth when commenting on my crap!

This one made me sad. I can tell it was not meant to the greatest piece, seems as though you just wanting it out.

On to the next...
| Posted on 2014-05-13 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]
  There has always been something about you words that pull me. Draw me in and turn me about. Every line I feel as though I'm whirling through the rabbit hole trying to absorb as it's all going by so fast.

Some of course I love more then others...you know me well enough to know the ones that make me swoon but Dave from the first poem I ever read of yours right up to today I covet your voice...more then you'll ever know or that I could ever show. Not only my friend - kindred spirit but one hell of a writer...and critique master ;)
As I always know you speak the truth when commenting on my crap!

This one made me sad. I can tell it was not meant to the greatest piece, seems as though you just wanting it out.

On to the next...
| Posted on 2014-05-13 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]
  I can never resist a virgin poem, I like to be first.
You take a might fine poke at traditions and beliefs here, one I would have taken also had I thought of it.

and your range is stunning because you somehow make us believe these things are related, which they aren't

it's been said that creativity is can be deemed ingenous when
unrelated elements are well manipulated in the same work

and the guess between a morning stupor and gaining one's mind, every day the problems that seem to be created by these same ideas hit my waves too

thank god we can write, and we do

you need to do something with this one Dave it's very straight ahead and I like it.

take care,

Nan
| Posted on 2008-03-11 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]


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