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

Rule

 

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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