Distracted



Strange perspective to look 
up from the ground 
Burnt concrete gardens 
hearing loud sirens
Screaming and yelling
with different people,
looking down from above

Above them, 
the doves, 
in clear azure skies,
hearing
the ocean waves

Floating feathers 
fluttering over 
wings and nest
Somebody said;
'To the burnt earth 
we will return'
Anointed,
because the embrace is 
so deep, 
it loves

It curls as a child,
fields of falcons,
and sounds
of wild coyote,
singing,
with full moon
silhouettes,
dancing,
upon swaying flames 

Treaties 
and broken
claims

The elder spoke 
Taught us about
destiNation,
changing our world

The simplicity of rain,
falling from
the leaves 

Drop, 
by drop

The crimson day, 
that begins the same way, 
as yesterday

Today,
the road is warm and hard

Old,
still Alive

Waking up this morning,
looking into the sky
Blinded,
with
fatal desires

Walking out onto the road,
distracted,
by nature

Knowing, 
that it didn't really need to 
stop,

it just kept on 
going

CAL dd 11/02/2015



3 comments:

  1. the last "the crimson day begins the same way as yesterday" men seem to think the day begins when they wake up; men haven't learned a damn thing... thank you for being a friend. peace

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  2. I got your voice-mail. Be sure to call me back.

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  3. This is amazing, the imagery breath taking. Lovely write..

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