JAK
06-11-2008, 23:22
dawn
o timeless circle
of exploding gas and fire
consuming one self
awaken, rise up
from sleep and in hope and prayer
break dawn, live, share light
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Frog Moon So Full
Frog Moon So Full, yet where lays thou true love?
yon dewy fields the young crickets still dreaming,
deep in the woods stone cold hunters keep hunting,
while o'er cold seas thine old poet still scheming
of past distant hills where lone nightingales sing.
Honey So Ripe, yet what stirs thou sweet love?
down by the stream one last beaver still working,
choke cherries blossum, the river now falling,
while down lonely roads this old runner keeps running
past rustic farms where fresh fields wait for Spring.
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Imaginations
While my hope was still breathing
I dug deep into your fragrant earth.
I felt your rare earth pull, like magnetism
drawing pretense from my wounded self.
While my hope was still breathing
You let your petals brush my brambles.
You left my figments down there dancing,
with your tiniest angels, like imaginations,
only love sets free.
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jamie kennedy
o timeless circle
of exploding gas and fire
consuming one self
awaken, rise up
from sleep and in hope and prayer
break dawn, live, share light
-----------------------------------------------------------
Frog Moon So Full
Frog Moon So Full, yet where lays thou true love?
yon dewy fields the young crickets still dreaming,
deep in the woods stone cold hunters keep hunting,
while o'er cold seas thine old poet still scheming
of past distant hills where lone nightingales sing.
Honey So Ripe, yet what stirs thou sweet love?
down by the stream one last beaver still working,
choke cherries blossum, the river now falling,
while down lonely roads this old runner keeps running
past rustic farms where fresh fields wait for Spring.
-----------------------------------------------------------
Imaginations
While my hope was still breathing
I dug deep into your fragrant earth.
I felt your rare earth pull, like magnetism
drawing pretense from my wounded self.
While my hope was still breathing
You let your petals brush my brambles.
You left my figments down there dancing,
with your tiniest angels, like imaginations,
only love sets free.
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jamie kennedy