TO THE REAL NATIVES OF THIS LAND...a time of giving thanks...

for 

the kindnesses and generosities

shown by you

i give thanks

for

your wisdom and teachings

i give thanks 

for

the sacrifices and losses

suffered by you

i beg forgiveness

.

.

the shadow bird...

the shadow bird flies

through moonlit skies 

casting softly his spell

on those burning in hell 

can he not forgive 

those souls who do live 

one life at a time 

regardless their crime

the holy twine...

strings
of
sunshine
like
holy
twine
streamin’
down
wrappin’
my
heart
round
and
round
nev’a
leavin’
it
all
unwound

but will it be enough to cleanse
all them horrible divil’s sins
an' let me begin ag’in
gi’mme one more chance

to dance

the
dance

.

.

.

the phoenix revisited...

out of the burning embers
the mighty phoenix rose
all he’d done no one knows
even he does not remember

he spread his ancient wings
into the crimson sky
away from the streets did he fly
longing to hear the angels sing

dragging behind
the shadow of his soul
nothing now his to control
with the smell of burning flesh
his spirit now enmeshed

and from this life
he begged to part
to cleanse his anguished heart
of all his sins he did repent
only to find his time was spent

and to raise once more his mighty sword
against the maddening raging horde
of those he once called friend
who now were set to cause his end

it once was his across the land
he had the world at his command
but memories tainted by that crimson time
of life on streets when none was kind

 

the sound of his tears crash to concrete
where black leather wraps his weary feet

tracks gouged in the flesh of his face
like a lonesome railroad crossing the landscape of his life
where might he go for a touch of grace?
a land without knife without sword without strife

and so it was that the bird took flight
choosing no longer to fight the fight
of waging chaos night after night

he flew through the valley of the darkened dead
charging his mighty wings ahead
and changed his ways of war
to those of heaven afar
and from his fall from grace
the phoenix prayed salvation wait

 

and with this flight of righteousness

the holy gods upon him blessed
giving his spirit its needed rest
no longer on its violent quest

and in his stead
a righteous man a valiant man
before us now proudly stands
who of all sin now has shed

and to us proves each golden day
that love of life is our true stay
the only way

for this new man
who now before us stands

the valiant phoenix

man

~

the flight of the phoenix...

out of the burning embers

the mighty phoenix rose
all he’d done no one knows
even he does not remember

he spread his ancient wings
into the crimson sky
away from the streets did he fly
longing to hear the angels sing

dragging behind

the shadow of his soul
nothing now his to control
with the smell of burning flesh
his spirit now enmeshed

and from this life 

he begged to part
to cleanse his anguished heart
of all his sins he did repent
only to find his time was spent

and to raise once more his mighty sword
against the maddening raging horde
of those he once called friend
who now were set to cause his end

it once was his across the land
he had the world at his command
but memories tainted by that crimson time
of life on streets when none was kind

the sound of his tears crash to grey concrete
where black leather wraps his weary feet

tracks gouged in the flesh of his face
like a lonesome railroad criss-crossing the landscape of his life
where might he go for a touch of grace?
a land without knife without sword without strife

and so it was that the bird took flight
choosing no longer to fight the fight
of waging chaos night after night

he flew through the valley of the darkened dead
charging his mighty wings ahead
and changed his ways of war
to those of heaven afar

and from his fall from grace
the phoenix prayed salvation wait

and with this flight of righteousness
the holy gods upon him blessed
giving his spirit its needed rest
no longer on its violent quest

and in his stead
a righteous man a valiant man
before us now proudly stands
who of all sin now has shed

and to us proves each golden day
that love of life is our true stay

the only way

for this new man
who now before us stands

the valiant phoenixman
*

  

- in case  you've not already, please do treat yourself to 

the magnificent sounds of beauty in the post below - enjoy!  - 

TO ALL OUR LIVING CREATURE COUSINS IN THE GULF...

To whales, 

dolphins, 

pelicans, 

fishes, 

shellfishes, 

planktons, 

corals, 

algae 

and all 

creatures 

in Gulf of Mexico
 

I am sorry.

Please forgive me.
 

Thank you.
I love you. 

thank you to masaru emoto for this original prayer 

and to

trish and rob macgregor for posting it 
http://ofscarabs.blogspot.com/