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guns and machetes

I am afraid to love the sun too much
or death too deeply in the light
it shattered in the sleepy cadance of the last wandering star
in that moment every moment lives or dies
the moon eclipses the earth's womb
in the birth of night
as the weeping insects
voice their climbing legs
upward in the drunken trees
above the machetes and guns
the monkey hurls his bone past the gift of reason
and the night is an arrow tipped with dark poison.





— Orphani, Apr 09, 2010

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ziggy

16 years 2 months ago

hi barry

o i like this one for sure " in that moment every moment lives or dies " we could write an entire piece on that line alone ,,,,,,zigs
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 2 months ago

Aw...aw...awesome dear Barry.

Ann of Norway "the moon eclipses the earth’s womb" What an image. I am thrown into a stupor, this IS awesome indeed Barry. I lived in each object you describe, my heart in my mouth as I crept up the grass stems and saw the world mirrored by your perception of the reality of a moment in time, the star-fired light, the comfort of the womb cooled by the moon, as the darkness wept and the hollow sound of the bones of the dead rattled in the trees. You made out there in here. Love to you and your pen Barry O! Ann. Cadence Machetes
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

This has become one of my

This has become one of my favourites, Barry. The images evoked are brilliant and I always wonder when we will grow up as a species. ~A "Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." ~ A Course In Miracles
Seren

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear B

its been said with panache before me wonderful poem ... I bow and leave love JayCee x x x