Monday, January 14, 2013

Spirits Have No Blood


Cry everyone's tears

Broken hearts can only bleed


Sometimes we seek solitude

Only the out of doors

The many arms of an orgasmic crowd

In an erotic Tlazolteotl summoned frenzy

Offer comfort


Fists and Sweat

Fueled by generations of warrior blood and sacrificial hearts



There is no room for tears

No space or time for their creation


It takes strength of character

To contemplate them

The power of pure will

To birth them


Cry everyone’s tears

Not everyone is strong enough to shed one


So it begins

Peace comes

When kings cry

When children’s eyes have grown old

So it begins

Peace comes


© Christopher F. Brown 2013


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