End Song ?
How did they let you slip?
How did this tragedy fill
rainbows of hope of life
with so stagnant so nothing?
Did they declare you deceased?
Were they so cowardly
They couldn't grasp
you'd opened your precious lungs
to your own pyre smoke?
Suffocating in their sight...
couldn't perceive how
the burning was caving
as the rains pounded down
on that mind taking it down
a muddy slide off the edge
to the canyon floor
in one mangled mess.
You've said, "don't bother,
too much,
you don't understand
how badly i'm ...."
Looking over the edge
at how hollow that life,
I wonder how and how,
But I know the key,
will you allow me
to place it in your hand?
It carries simple form
simple sound
simply beautiful.
All the shreds,
mesh of sieve
where your life drains out
to fill with
solid ground, light,
organic breathable space.
---by: rebecca
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Even Now, In Disbelief (Tuff Love)
Days like this
your radar reaching out,
the back of your two forefingers
pressing against your lips,
I can feel all you feel
on days like this.
You sit still staring
in disbelief at me, at yourself.
It's a grimace hard to read
somewhat mocking yet verging cry
a shamefulness all rolled together
Guilt, you exude.
Baby, it's okay,
when will you learn
how it's okay with me.
You don't want it to be, no,
but don't you know who i am?
----by:rebecca
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Sung Manitu Tanka
Could be different,
could be looking through clouds,
thick levels settled
well below the peaks.
Isn't it this? when
the breathing is ease
and your soul wide awake,
even through this obscurity
of broken space puzzle,
through this distance peering across,
from your place of a vantage....
...On your couch, within,
a dreaming seeping
into my back and sight,
webs of auburn
where my hands settle
along unevenness,
the striking contrasts
of a traveler's mind.
I feel torn in various directions
to how you lean
on your elbow over the back,
sideways,
staring at my profile.
You're profiling me.
Is it that easy?
I'm mesmerized by this
couch contact
a high unmeasured
in your tiny world
of all there is to know.
Alpha Wolf,
he devours endlessly and everything
hours of life slipping by
consumed by his own black tunneling,
he could still take all armies
even in this state of misery.
He remains unsatiated.
Wolf, you own my soul
and i don't even want it back.
I love it more
watching you taste it
watching it's bloody viscera
seeping out of your jaws.
---by:rebecca
