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Messiah Of The Fields

Messiah Of The Fields

 

They left me hanging on a cross

The saviour of the summer crops

Just rag and straw so no great loss

My blood is in the wheat and hops

 

I faced the black and vicious hoard

Their coal cruel eyes and sharpened beaks

I am the ragged overlord

Who scares the crow yet never speaks

 

They pray to me to save their soils

From dark boned devils ...

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Creation Myth

Creation Myth

 

If you were God

You would create a back story

On how you came to be

 

Something about a mother

And a father coming together

 

You would gradually create

The world around you

And the history of what went before

In order to keep you sane

 

You would form existence

to fit your needs

And each thing learned new

Would be to satisfy the r...

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The Last Breath Of Evening

The Last Breath Of Evening

 

The sky is bruised purple at the last breath of evening

The air stilled from violent storms before the last breath of evening

 

From the new sunrise and the slow burn of a waking day

Stretching ahead in unknown pleasures to the last breath of evening

 

A day of honest work and muscles that ache

With the strain of reaching the last breath of e...

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Marbles

Marbles

 

Here is a bowl of marbles

I take a marble from the bowl

The same marble I have selected

For the last seventy-two days

I roll it between fingers

Marvelling at its smoothness

The swirl of green and blue

That cuts through its mass

Reminding me of planet earth

It sooths my soul

To contemplate its beauty

Its simplicity and structure

 

She says

W...

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Is There, In Truth, No Beauty

Is There, In Truth, No Beauty

 

I am the dry path

Sat between

The first rain drops

 

I am the dandelion

Dancing in a field

Missed by the scythe

 

I am the spark

That jumps

From flint to straw

 

I am the breaking wave

Crashing up against

Deserted beaches

 

I am the words

Caught in the throat

Of dirty liars

 

I am the light

Crawlin...

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