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Thursday, September 14, 2017

Bourbon Kisses (Bloody Fire)



Bourbon Kisses, Bloody Fire (a prayer)


She floated in with Her Fury, clothed in blue-grey Clouds;
I'm swathed in calm;
She took my arm, for a dance
'midst highest azure Air - 
I felt no fear, no fear, no fear,
only honour: pure enchantment

until

upon a Night soft and still


Thy form elongates!
Frightened shadows scurry Home;
Home has flown, 
blurred with Her tears.
Home has flown
Home
hath
flown
********************************
 
my Sisters, my Brothers, my lover!  
My Lover!
move away, run away!
Shelter us, please!
Shelter these sacred Lives 
We beg thee

dissipate, disappear!

all has flown -
where have you sent the angel - fish,
please tell us they've a new-born Home -
Where is Home?   
Where is Home?
Forgive us, please?
 
 spray your Joy anew 
whilst we repair our thoughtless ways

Lost in hazy fields,
I've seen your mournful smile;
prithee let us try 
may we learn the means by which
Thou shalt forgive our wasteful ways;
 thine weeping Trees wrench my Soul -
Oh! to feel thy gentle breeze anew,
beneath your gaze, 
your Heart
 
new Stars, please live
in MoonLit fields 
where your corn, your wheat 
weave once more,
  beneath your clear soft Skies

 
we need thy kindness in this Moment 
I believe in you -  
please believe in me, in us
************************************************ 

but this Night
only smoke doth define thee...
  ice crackles 'pon the ailing roof
Her Truths become lost Songs unknown;

your Sisters sang your Songs last Night,
opened fog-full doors; 


you flowed in 
like bourbon kisses
 atop
tall dark flames

You awakened bloody Fire
long - denied, long denied - 
centuries long-denied -
 Burn your buried fire in bourbon.
James told us aeons ago, it seems 
Why were we deaf to his cries ?
Why did we wait in apathetic bliss
until your rushing bourbon screams -
blood flows upon your Creatures 

  "What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down .... " **
 
LightStorm, SnowStorm, Winter-in-the-eaves torment-
sorrow as the huge Sea throngs
gallons, huge Ship-fulls of rage;
She howls 

She howls !

as strangers
bring in cloudy arms, round shoulders clothed in blue-grey smoke
***************************************************

I pray to thee, my Sisters:  hold Her to your Hearts.

I love too deeply; 
my Heart breaks 
over sloping hills
 facing sickly fates -
these Storms, She sends -
We whisper Hopes and prayers,
drowned cries! hidden within rocking crevices;

Scream !
a Chorus need be heard, 
upon foggy, moody moors,
upon Windy angry flatlands, 
Her blood - drenched coasts, 
whose
guards fall down
 to tumultuous Seas,
a sickened lullaby;
Good - bye, my loves,
Sleep deeply, angels,
be soothed by "Dreams of Sheep"****
      

please tell us how we must caress you -
Your servant am I; 

tell me how to move; 
we need thine Ancient Songs

o honour us, sweet mournful Soul
o honour me, these Lives, 
untold til Moments
come, forgive -
thy Mind aglow
upon thy Heart
I taste thy seeping Life -
tears blur mine eyes -
if you share
you honour me
you honour me
impossibly -
I sleep
I toss with star-drenched Seas;
Her tears doth fall 
******************************** 

**from "When the Music's Over," The Doors, 
featuring the Poetry and its deliverance
of James Douglas Morrison 

**** "And Dream of Sheep" Kate Bush 

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