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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