Tag Archives: Spoken word

Vision

 

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The Evocateur

running tongues
along edges of time
I taste the language
of souls and consume
the words into rhyme

I sing in star spittle
dusting eyes
with shooting hearts
leaving heads in arms
of sight opened wide

nameless evocateur
purposed destroyer
severing binds
culling threads
tying together
the universal web

I dance atop
candle wicks
melting waxen form
into liquid pour

singeing skins
of skepticism
baring au courant
flesh of spirits born

nameless evocateur
purposed destroyer
severing binds
culling threads
tying together
the universal web

I run butterflied
through the field
of blooming dreams
a tear fallen dew
washing away disbeliefs

filling inside out
and downside up
auspex of light
silver lining shadows
as new constellations
in the starry above

nameless evocateur
purposed destroyer
severing binds
culling threads
tying together
the universal web

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The Feaster

I improved my vision
when I allowed my soul
to use my eyes

I rose into collective wisdom
when I allowed my selves
to come forward and materialize

I am the individuality of five
helically wrapped into the
hologram of one

I speak the voices exhaled
by the stones and translate
the songs of the sun

I am the feaster

I breathe energy
and eat rising fear

I am the feaster

I bleed synergy
and drink falling tears

I am the feaster

I walk in spirals
and die with each step

I am the feaster

I love in sacral
and translate our next

I am the feaster

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Places

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Turns

turn through faces until you see soul
kiss the glyphs of temple tongues
pulling apart skeleton key wishbones

turn through faces until you see soul
open locked calls casting signature tones
dancing past each with seed honey steps

turn through faces until you see soul
wade the mellifluous filling of land mind clefts
connecting this, that and the latter rungs

turn through faces until you see soul
pass the time where the masks are hung
paving road rhymes with clay feet stones

turn through faces until you see soul
paint into shadow corners of eyes unshone
dilating outlines in the shape of we in met

turn through faces until you see soul
pull in heartstring rays and cajole the sun’s unset
weaving the fray into lyrics of the unsung

turn through faces until you see soul
walk back into the forward and grow young
carrying pocketfuls of field picked homes

turn through faces until you see soul

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The Listener

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