Watchings Precious kisses a daisy yellow and as it returns her kiss a hushed wind brushes her downy under belly A muted golden ray covers her relaxed autumn wings as she fills herself with sweet nectar In this field of sunlights he always runs to safety eyes are wonder wings kissed forever yellow Desperate heart wants to touch knowing this could harm her he quiets his longing and becomes content with watching a charm Lifting her face to look at him dark innocent oval eyes unaware of any danger she watches his eyes being kissed by her -Kimba copyright: December 1, 2004
a break from the cold the deck rocked back and forth balanced beneath bundled warmth you had that look on your face that one like you never had seen me before i embraced all the senses you saturated (from that moment on, cheese made me happy) it was picture perfect for an instant in my mind i captured it cold, water-wind with ducks speckling the surface your smile the only permanence i could not taste anything until the wine and then your kisses came to life again my cold and the cold both forgotten for a fraction of time all that was there was you -fawn copyright: 12/04
Moon Blankets~ Little girl of the blue moon slips quietly through a keyhole entering into a world that is just beyond her last thoughts tone wonders sketched in lavender slender lines that take a day away moon girl fears things she cannot see moon girl feels things she cannot touch frightened child pretends to hide from the mischief ones under the blankets she shrinks covers protect her every inch shivering from thoughts that someone might find out and see her under cover she pulls her toes up tighter to her bottom and hugs the blankeys taunt Beyond the rainbow-colored moon a seer sees the fear that moon child cannot touch the seer recognizes the mischief ones are the child's own fears of acceptance no boggy man that wanders on dark nights no monster that hides unnoticed in a closet gently the seer unmasks the child's hidings so she can no longer cover beneath them as the girl slips her comfort past her nose she feels a strength that she never noticed she jumps from her bed and looks around there are no mischief ones now to be found. -Kimba Copyright: January 20, 2005
I WANT TO GO WERE THE WILD WILLOWS GROW
NEAR THE RIVER THAT FLOWS FREE
WHERE THE SUN SHINES BRIGHT IN A CLEAR BLUE SKY
AND AT NIGHT A FULL MOON LIGHTS THE WAY
I WANT TO SEE THE REST OF THE INDIAN MAN'S FACE
THAT SPEAKS TO ME IN MY DREAMS
I WANT TO HEAR THE MESSAGE HE KEEPS WHISPERING
I WANT TO WAKE THE WHITE BUFFALO FROM HER GRAVE
SO SHE CAN BREATHE A NEW SONG
I WANT TO LEARN THE LESSONS OF THE STRIPED WOLF
AND OF ALL OF THE WOMEN
WHO ONCE WERE A PART OF ME
I WANT TO GO TO THE TIMELESS PLACE
AND COVER MYSELF WITH EARTH ROOTS
AND NEVER SHALL I LEAVE
BY WOLFEYES
Copyright:
12/12/04
if only
they gave me enough
paintbrushes
i could transform
your canvas face
into sunshine
i would fade
the edges
of your knives
your demons
would lose
their horns
and when
your eyes closed
you would finally
find peace
but i only
have one brush
and its hair's
are too coarse
to absorb
the world's tears
so we'll have to use
our hands
-fawn
copyright:
April 10, 2006
Paper, a pen and a wandering mind are the tools
Of odes to lovers, scorners, heroes, cowards, wise men and fools
Every letter and word falling into a rightful place
That the prose they form would flow at an effortless pace
Rhythm and pace, rhyme a reason
Young and old, day and night, speak of each to it's own season
Into the deepest recesses of the poet's heart
No one but the artist can truly chart
Making a wonderful something from a seeming emptiness
Of being able to make one feel your words can truly bless
To delight, to make one laugh or cry, to touch and inspire
In the words of the poet may soul's warm themselves in passion's tender
fire
Odes to lovers, scorners, heroes, cowards, wise men and fools
Now let the wordsmith create, knowing no boundaries, limits or rules
David Paz
Copyright:
February 15, 2005
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