The Truth About Separation
Fleshed and illustrated
On the infamous obeying tug
Shielding color unripe
My glory descends from them
Their wedded embrace
For kilometer custody
Sun moneyed no scruples
Braved my accepting fate
Granting swaddling crops
Of clairvoyant crayolas
Piercing circled eared vows
To dear you neutrality
Shade you ample supple snouts
Filling vacuity meadow mute love
Echoing you kneel cupped sentiment
Stitching thin lips to smiles
Disobeying wallpapered laws
For the meatless graying bones
And yes I am eccentric mister
And I never really knew you at all
But those two trees brilliantly vein
Deeper in my woods
Deeper than justice axe could cut
You can keep your white saint raves
Your blind slaved love
I remain here spotless with soul
Seizing happy hostage waiting returns
My childbirth sanctuaries
Rocking my chair riddles
Go on enjoying your drift
Feign possessing paragon heart
Wait almost done penciling your shame
Before I cordially go
Don’t pray for me wasting tendons
My outlined homecoming weighs in stones
Mastering blood levels against eyeless faces
I am all religion denouncing command . . .
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good to read……..
very compelling and moving. i could feel it on a couple of fronts in relation to experiences.
No more discord sort of deal.
I love how your words are not just profound, but also a picture to go with it all
My moody face usally makes an appereance, thanks Andy..
I enjoy it every time
But those two trees brilliantly vein
Deeper in my woods
I understand how you feel…A constant on and off roller coaster of emotions….
I’m glad it isn’t me you’re displeased with here… This bothered you some… I’m glad it is out of you now… it has to feel better….
Last line my favorite – “I am all relegion denouncing command.”
Force-fed for centuries therefore I resist
I get it:) but clearly spirit and you are one regardless:)
religion – eek!
Really wonderful. So many great lines. I loved the “clairvoyant crayolas”, because according to my son, “crayons are magic.” I do love your strength here and your sharpened pencil that doesn’t let up.
I could sense Ginsberg’s influence in your hands here Mari. gia mi hai detto “sei una stella” ma penso che tu sei la stella di verita’ nel cielo di confusione. Brava Mari…brava
Mi confusione e’ mi peccato . .
Thank you : )
mi confusione e solamente nella mia testa.
hehe : )
very very nice!loved it!
Thank you Sir..
Immersed in gusto.
David. L
Aw that’s grand, thank you