new words for a new world

Mother Earth's Regime
it pretty much happens
according to the sun
as it rises, so do eye
my mind lifts and my body connects
just as my bones
operate through trust and knowing
nothing but what i gotta do
to smile and feel all right
to feel a presence rise
through the sky
my hope collides with my faith
and the power lying behind
this need for personal freedom
and growth
is insurmountable
by any mis-hap of universal or
miniscule collapse
i will reap through these cycles
of collasal nothingness matched
with the desire for more
or less, whatever is best
for mama earth's magiK
and how we owe her our lives
or at least our respect
achkowledge she is alive and
well, you'd be nothing
with out her love.
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To cajole myself...
something about
butterflies and magiK
soft battered fuzzy rabbits
hopping wildly through the fields,
the coyotes howl, while the cats
knead their way through layers
of bedding, and the crocheted caress
of a melodies connecting to godess,
my comfort reaps through
the hollows of my chest and
how it rises and falls at my
physical exhale of the simple word,
Home,
how dust bunnies & creeky old wood floors
light shining through the windows,
crystals refracting their rays
mountains in the distance
the power that lies behind real passion
to flip flop this universe of hope and fate
trusting everything I attract
will surely keep in tact my
universal faith in production
of magiKal woven patterns of
mundane existence, turns
alive with a simple, Praise.
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a simple quest
Having the sun warm my body
while the cool wind blows,
Rocking chairs cradle history
and long walks through the woods
under a canopy of ancient growth,
laying on mother earth, feeling
her breathe beneathe me
hand woven blankets cover
my bruised and dirty knees,
sweet,sweet melodies blowing from the distance,
old friends and new collecting
to make bread from scratch and
paint each others faces,
tattoos to remind us of the
impermenance behind all things
seamingly permenant,
wooly leg warmers and old torn shoes,
enough patches to go around for all,
some fresh herbal tea from
the ground we we walk on,
in our tree house
of make believe,
what makes me happy
all ways shines through
the inbetween.
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