Ingots

Hell bent on retribution

the ingots shine from the murky mire

still wearing residues of fire

Forgotten trove

long worn out hopes
lay beneath the cool rippling stream

waiting forlorn

to awake from the dream

here now, in the dimly lit day

they gleam

washed away sorrow

beauty craves light

from their weary bed

they rise

tis the ending of the night

wylde roots - 2009

wylde woods

halved

quartered

broken into segment

for harvest

wylde dreams

sold to invention

for necessity

rules

wylde spirits

divided

scooped up

without thought 

or consequence

wylde souls

wavering on the edges

of the trees that

still stand

firm

martyred roots

old seeds

grown wise

weep for these our brothers

as their trembling spirits

are forced from the earth

and brought to ground

Gaia's breath

i heard it said

that love is king
yet i am dead

the weeping source

the wounded knee

the crag

the fortress

you and me

my arms unfold

smooth 

each fibre torn

in my embrace

you are reborn

a soldier

sinner

holy knight

the moon is fixing

stars tonight

dancing here

spurning on

laughing

spinning

moving from

i am she

that cradles youth

the secret knowing

the primal truth

rest your head

upon my lap

adorn thy heart

with natures sap

listen heart

hear my prayer

 seeds are scattered

here and there

in the air

i whisper so

haunting

dreaming

weaving flow

Chariots of love

cracked open

like a shell

here amongst precious things

the many things

i am to bare 

out into the vast expanses

gold and silver

chariots of love

Yesterday i heard you say...

Yesterday i heard you say

"a man is coming down our way"

i wander will he be

the one that tore and bruised my knee

the one that shoved and spat and drove

the very phantom from this cove

will he wear the look of fear

when his breathe is very near

will he shake and stumble so

over words that come and go

will he take me in his vice

and worm around to his delight

will he cough and shout out glee

when i am folded on his knee

will this tremble go unsaid

when he is polishing his head

will he tie me to the bed

and drudge the dirt

and shame that's fed

mark me out

i am not free

as i know he has his sights 

on me

i will be put upon his shelf

as a trophy to his wounded self

a token of a twisted Cree

yes, when i am seated on his knee

the dark quarry

left and right 

in between the dark quarry

the shadow of thine own heart

lies waiting 

the silent battle rages

the swift owl flies

into the night

on silent wings

of flight

innocence is prey

beauty is held aloft

imparted with a breath

thrust upon with eagerness

gorged and full

feasted 

torn

each morsel devoured

within the claws of thine own hate

wounded spirit shines out

becomes the very nature of truth

quiet requiem 

of lofty skies

Man - lay down arms

steps forward 

marking territory

linking chains 

that wove and bind

the heart forever in bondage

grey saplings rise 

from all their dew

small offerings made 

to the great gods of change

bewitch 
we all came

stronghold of doubt

to sabotage wonder

wrap the clever guises hence

wrap time in memories 

beholden loss

warriors of dreams

care not for sorrows seams

but for the pure fruit of day break

where lightness beams

lay down arms

bear fruit

plant thy seeds

know the soft embrace of thy mother

as she speaks 

through tears of rain

and soft cloud

Home

numbness

broken heels and worn out shoes

delivered this child into the night air

rescued her there 

the dancing sea foam 

crashes below

onto the grey jagged rocks

bearing her shrill cry

the waves wash away the shallow sigh

sparkling jets of spray

make her new

in the darkness 

a wild roar

the lioness pounds her paw

onto the soft sand

rips out the heart from her hand

maiming burden

devouring thieves

swallowing apathy

delightful fiends

warm blooded animal

fur and steed

takes up the child in her jaws

on the long journey home

to be met by the other sallow faced angels

met with humility and grace

met with their soft embrace

home 

to the heart of love

Unspoilt sky

spread me out

wide as the billowing sheet 

on the line of love

spread my wings

unfolded beams

dreamers caught in thy web

fly past the sun

sorcery

plays with the strings

sings

to the whispering wind

tread gently 

on my skin

i am raw earth

to the unspoilt sky

love 

awaits my hands

blossoming ones

twist and turn

reborn