nietzsche

skinwalker.

we sucked the energy from the sun
with our tribal beats
drumskin stretching over the leaves
I feel it- breathe....

over any losses
over any remorse
enlighten the day with a voice so hoarse
winding a path along your cheek
i caress the skin smooth
bloodletting from the raven beak.

escape too quick
from the feather fowl
hands soiled with earth
rip away with an animal howl-
such guttural bliss
leaving no trace with sunsets final kiss...
mellowing on these marigolds
sand slipping through the bones
snaking through the ancient tombs-
homes blessed with the beetles gift.
sung songs of days bled dry, sky high
lifting up the veil- through the rain
through the leaves
whispering a path along your lips soft trail.

we sucked the energy from the sun
with our beaten souls
wandered around the bend exploring
not caring- anymore....

when in flight
the rocks feel light
seeping through the cracks
tumbling down the valley
no clouds follow us here.
the sky ushers in a new fear
where are we from
where can we go
an incubator to the third eye
melting...aging...slow...

psalms bruised with broken call
the midnight splatter dark drip and fall-
over your lids, closed lashed-
back and forth
the wounds kept wet
to leave the scars of the time we let
bleed through our minutes
and invade our hearts
past the chesire cat moon
lies our infinite counterparts
to this life
we feel so dry
caked with red mud
dyed purple with the mother's lye...

we sucked the energy from the sun
wrote a tale to honor the ancient one
sought a truth to nurture what we've done
too much planning to run
i will lay here with you and the golden gun
loaded to conception, our minds so heavy
with this skin's deception
gaining pounds with universal consciousness
there is not enough on this realm
to cure the social blindness.

pet my mind
the tongue snared quick
sliced the meat away
tendons kept at bay
used them in a web for a spider to play
in and grin as he tastes my essence
one creature to another spun
in this webbed world won
with bullets and spears
keeping bodies broken with
untimely fears
without one there is no other
so remove the barrier
and meet the sun's mother.

inhale and fill your spirit
hear every beetle scraping near it
over it, under and out
my orchids on this side
were originally thought out
on yours, across the globe
scores of acres
all of us earthen makers.
clay and dirt
writhing in the streams
our bodies intertwining
with the moons soft beams.

we sucked the energy from the sun
held it in our lungs
and saw back to when the earth begun.

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