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You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here
Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.
We were entwined in red rings Of blood and loneliness before The first snows fell Before muddy rivers seeded clouds Above a virgin forest, and
She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone
We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…
Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans
The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering
A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,
Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city
The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing