in irons

she loves the ways of the world
that fold underneath her skin

pinned down by time
and kept there for her becoming

she began to become
evolving in her motions
seeing history repeat
and prophecies rein true

the secret notions of would be breaths
poured through her nostrils
seeping out her pores

her essence escaped her
dividing itself

multitude of magnitude
transference of being
her one to the many

written- 1.12.12

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mercenaries + missionaries

shes not sure if she will ever stop witnessing the days
when life recedes itself to the darkness

she runs through streets
fleeing from a past
looking over shoulders
to catch glimpses of the ghosts
that haunt her always

they followed her through time + space
disappearing + reappearing
in a pattern of death + rebirth
buried + unearthed

a risen savior with the wounds of the crucified

blood that can only be seen by her “is”

………………………   her “is” dictates the focus……………………………….

 

 

 

written 12-2011

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