THE RAPE OF INNOCENCEWith no breasts to fondle / her little body writhes / at the touch of Grandpa’s greasy fingers
WHO KNOWS THE POWER OF POETRY?Is not the human heart linked to the motions / of sun and moon; / to the fiery unfoldment of every bud;
I WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK WORDS TO YOUAh, but here I am, sitting with a pocket full of nothing… / wishing beauty upon you, / wishing I had the power of a god to fly and bless / …
I AM AWAKENINGIn the name of everything I love / the spell is breaking / and I am awakening / into this pure pink innocence of being, / into expansive, e…
MANY THERE BE WHO SEEK POWER…who touches the souls of trees / with his mind / and knows that the ancient wind / still plays and is young.
BLACK BALLOONSForgiveness is like holding black balloons / and letting the wind carry them away. / Sweet souls will dance together / again… face to face,
IN HER HEART IS A CHILDWhen she drinks / rose petal tea / her mind caresses light / and moves with ease to open her heart, / to drop her clothes,
IT TAKES ONLY ONE WORDIt takes only one word / to say nothing so beautifully / as to wake up the soul.
A Nation’s GreatnessI would like to know, which country in the world: / Has the gentlest, most harmonious people? / Has the most honest and transparent governm…
ABOUT THE SILVER TUNNELING TORNADOI cry with bears / who grumble in the dark / and wolves who crack / elk bones with bloody teeth.
WE HAVE WAYS WE MOVE UPONWe have ways we move upon / and within each other / that are rarely said / by anyone.
THE ANIMAL USThere are birds in our blood; the trees are kissing us with every breath. Great beings watch over us from realms where a thousand earth yea…
HOW THE LOVE WE NEVER GOT— my breast! bird brewed — / until the sky spattered clear / amidst the spiraled soak / of her gold-grown green fear.
SEXUAL HAPPINESSThe instinct of sex is to open. It is an innocent sensation, mellifluous and breathtakingly beautiful. It is a slow, hot swell and a soft, …
HOW TO LOVE A WOMANShout yes! yes! yes! to her. / Throw a fabric of wild soul-life over / her naked shoulders. / Let her run free like a colt!
AH… THE HOLY DARKAh… the holy dark is wildly, / laughingly creative
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