I hear her
Sneeking like a saint
White washed walls she crept
Like an angel at an angle
Quite quiet
My mind flutters
She is moving/tasting /touching
My heart stops
She sees me
My wings open and fold
My wings break and bleed
Her eyes have passed
White walls absorb me
I have passed
Run to the grave she said like milk
My lips could taste her heaven
and he said
my child
and we danced beneath deaths star
as if passing could cover me
My baby / My life /My love
take my strings in Bach
break my bones for not
Run he whispered
the knives have me
Take my soul to the screaming stars
My bones are broken upon the oars
take me my love
I am broken on the stars.
Could this be brother wolf/dog? A very different perspective on a very real topic here, in the United Fucking States. The insight here is spot on. If anyone is not too busy hunting to do the fucking research then perhaps you will be able to pull your head out of your ass and understand after all…
http://www.ft.com/cms/s/2/628a8500-ff1c-11de-a677-00144feab49a.html
She is coming. Like a red head in heat.
Finally she comes for me.
My blood has slowed with sugar. My throat is swollen with lumps and my stomach has taken the bulimia to it’s peak. My heart has become weak and fluttered. My mind can no longer grasp concepts such as movement and space, I feel constant vertigo.
The panic no longer matters as I feel my own death coming. My heart clicks. I hear the ticking. I feel the ticking.
Soon I will be dead. Months at most. Dead.
I hear it now. Death. All of my fears in death. Now I cannot fear. It is real.
Here she comes.
The Earth is our Mother; care for Her.
Honor all your relations.
Open your heart and soul to the Great Spirit.
All life is sacred; treat all things with respect.
Take from the Earth what is needed and nothing more.
Do what needs to be done for the good of all.
Give constant thanks to the Great Spirit for each day.
Speak the truth; but only of the good in others.
Follow the rhythms of nature; rise and retire with the sun.
Enjoy life’s journey but leave no tracks.
My New Years resolution?
To face my fears and allow them to pass through me.
