Alchemical Ambrosia
your pain and regret
swallow it whole
dissolve
delicately-barbed
sublimating ore
oxidized cupric
in squall
scroll
your confession
in vapor
trails
memory and molten
chemically digested
alchemical ambrosia
multitude crystalline
reduced to melted flakes
upon your open palm
condensed and absorbed
by my silvered lips
Even With Wings
Her hair was in tangles. Had he done that or a restless night? He struggled to remember, not knowing which he hoped for. It was early. Maybe he was still dreaming, caught in the cobwebs of semi-consciousness. Maybe she wasn’t really there. The breeze from the open window added some tossing to her tangles. He wasn't sleeping and she was real. She sipped at a coffee and winced, obviously not a fan of his brew. The offending mug was deposited on the windowsill.
What need had an angel of coffee? She was always awake.
Her hands moved to her shoulders and his shirt she wore hit the floor. He should have averted his eyes; he didn't. She was slight, slender, and sinuous. Desire and a protective instinct fought for supremacy in his psyche. She turned and gave a bittersweet smile.
She spoke in her soft, yet strong way.
“Nothing personal. A man just gets in the way. I have work to do, demons to slay; you’d only try to save me. You'd only get hurt.”
She turned back to the window and lifted her arms.
From her scapulae, bone pierced through skin, extending and growing until two streamlined limbs formed. Flesh covered bone; feathers covered flesh. She was now fully-winged and it was time to go. Her eternal mission would wait no more. She jumped through the open window.
She’d been right. He acted without thinking and dove after her, intent at a rescue and blinded by projected inadequacy.
Even with wings … he couldn't fathom her capable of flight
Interestingly, the Canadian media has glommed onto the let's blame Russia narrative and they continue to demonize and possibly entrap the Truckers Convoy. Certainly Russian operatives are at work but to suggest that the main push behind the Truckers Convoy wasn't our governments complete disregard for bodily sovereignty should be viewed as ridiculous; yet those who wish to hate and reinforce their biases will swallow the small occurrences as waves.
I won't leave off today without offering what I believe to be an obvious and peaceful solution to the crisis in Ukraine.
Rent Russia a portion of the port and the land they need to run and access it. Russia gets access to what they need and Ukraine gets more funds and keeps their sovereignty. Then a have a large Peace Celebration. The rent could even go towards an UBI for Ukrainians. Tell Klaus to run in and suggest that; it might get him that Nobel Peace Prize he wants after all because having his lieutenants destroy democratic countries will NOT.
Arms manufacturers switch to labour saving robotics. It will take awhile for the demand of what you sell now to quell, in the meantime change what you do and stop killing people.
White Phoenix
white phoenix of peace
a burning bright dove
you rise, from ashes anew
may the white phoenix soar
above and beyond
consume
each and every
black raptor of war
Link to spoken word
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Nice poetry.
Thankyou:)