Friday, January 28, 2005
McCrawford White Feather Saltz
With Hald Yer Glance Matie
Of Yer Subjection I Ain't So Fond
Welsh Ahim and that's not ahl
Part English Part Souix Indian
And a wee bit of German Jew
A Heinz`57 Ahim
Just a Walkin Mutiny of the Bounty
And Nobody Owns this man sir
So you can keep Yer Sin...
`Cause this Earth is my home
And its Unicorns, they call me
From Within
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Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Freo Foot Prints
First Poem 1978.......
Title: R E F L E C T I O N S
YOU
...are the Cosmic Void 2 me
All dark
All quiet
All fertility
Where out of NO THING swirles magnetic dust
Screaming, BECOME! Become, become I MUST!
Some where some how an intelligence guides
Energy's infinite forming...
Ah yes, `Tis good to BE BORN
And to know how all that is
Relates to US now,
Just US Humans
S T A N D I N G
On eternity's
Bow
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