Giants run the field,
Crushing Earth beneath them,
Atlas would be proud.
Holding the hopes of city states
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The Universe’s velocity doubts nothing
The doors open,
A woman in an orange dress enters the train car.
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Cry knowing that the sun will dry your tears,
Laugh knowing that the sounds will lighten cherubs ears.
Eat marveling at the riches provided by the earth,
Walk understanding that you were perfection at birth.
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My art is sold,
My heart is sole,
My heart is soul,
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Like david I grasped my slingshot,
propelled shooting stars cross vacant galaxies,
flung boomerang through wind tunnels with notes of '143s'
praying for their safe return.
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Oft warning herself of love's explosive power,
she forgot that the depths of love lay beneath
the surface of the covered cavern of her heart.
The diamonds and the natural gases,
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We the seasons do here by proclaim,
Rain, snow and wind storms,
Whereby we bathe you in the suns rays on sunny summer Sundays,
Whereby we bring leaves down in amber autumn colors,
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“During the forties, Bearden began to exhibit his work seriously,
even while serving in the United States Army (1942-45) ”
-The Block
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The death-threat of love,
folded neatly in an envelop.
Left wind and left field and left at altars
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Bedtime stories are Hansel and Gretel
breadcrumbs for those who get lost in their dreams.
Ephemeral place holders providing us with the necessary safety net
we need to explore our subconscious.
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