the crows fly...

the crows fly overhead

dropping dreams upon the dead

crying out to those who pled
do not your feathers shed
for soon to moon you’ll be wed
and in her arms will you bed
with her stars your love is bred

 






there will be the holy thread
all wound up in shades of red
tracking those whose hearts have fled
leaving circles where they bled
drawn in death’s cold black lead
do not think you’ve misread
listen now to what’s been said

the crows fly overhead
dropping dreams upon the dead

where will you be led?

then deep inside her belly...

she lay her down on the jungle floor
her self was hers to be no more
she reached inside to oceans shores
and opened wide the mystic doors
her mighty mate he did roar

then deep inside her belly

first came the shape
the shape of things to come
the shape of all or none
the shamen did not shun
her belly now the rising sun

then deep inside her belly

next came the scream
of all your ancient dreams

nothing now as it seems
 

pray your gods your soul redeem
 

the universe her birthing stream

 then deep inside her belly

came now the spirit from within
bursting through her bleeding skin
and issued forth in ravaged sin
the cosmos turn to spiral and spin
with no beginning and no end

deep inside her belly

deep
inside
her
belly

today's spot on the sun...

 no words necessary

the whole...

there are no extra pieces in the universe -

everyone is here because he or she

has a place to fill - and every piece

must fit itself into the big jigsaw

puzzle