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sanctuary : the sanctuary
i walk …… a sanctuary is beyond
four trees…
a dark realm of shadows
discover my dreams
and i cannot wake.
the sanctuary it’s structured
oak and maple
with blue and red glass
frosted in the window
of snowflakes,
they softly fall the trees wear white tops
while smoke is filtered through the sky
separating
snow from air
and it’s quiet.
an eeriness of silence
follows each of there footsteps
and their blank faces
smear with each new flake
of powdered snow.
i walk
to the
sanctuary
and the door creaks when open;
the hardwood floors are scattered
with red and yellow leaves.
the roof has holes
and snow circles bits of floor
and a cross hangs from the ceiling, broken,
by a rusty chain.
to be continued
sanctuary : the burning
it swings north to south
old dead wood wet
brown and molded.
shadows, hiding behind doorways
under pews
looking at the cross – snowflakes smear their face
to ash, hell runs through the veins.
four trees they illuminate
the sanctuary…
jesus, his footsteps walk
and they burn a statue of him
in the back : a grave
yard
rests silently, though
the dead still walk.
shadows with fire
come forth. they circle around the carcass of stone
and smolder it to a black, take a hammer
busting the remains of his face to a powdered dust.
to be continued
sanctuary : the faceless
dust is left a face once shown
jesus the burden to them a devil
hidden retrospect
of lies.
they take the body lay it to the gargoyles
ward off the evil
bring the light back - show the faces
of the faceless
…to their god, they chant.
to be contined
sanctuary : the cross and the god
the cross laid on the ground
in soft dirt and shadows
they worship the false god
tied to it - with sacrifice :
a lamb,
innocent blood, to paint over their sins.
to be continued
sanctuary : the graveyard
a mid-sized square
dirt field cleaned out.
death was in it's roots.
a small metal fence
circled the graveyard
black overgrown with weeds vines thorns,
roses outlined nothing.
each end came to rest on the back wall
of the sanctuary
the passage way for hell to enter heaven.
six gravestones marked the dead
empty of name date
unknown and left to be forgotten...
to be continued
sanctuary : the shadows
years went by and no one came.
the snow came and nights grew colder.
they lay await until the day…
the shadows escaped
from hell
to earth
to heaven’s place.
they were bound inside the property
in the
torment of the snow and sanctuary
a home. their bodies lay beneath
jesus’s footsteps… they thought.
a curse broke free the angels grasp
and satan renamed the sanctuary.
the light collapsed
and darkness filled the walls
of redemption and forgiveness.
hell consumed the peace.
the shadows took over they placed themselves almighty.
to be continued
sanctuary : voodoo ( ah-too ) remembrance
life,
it held the reality of a dream
that lingered so slowly an hour a day
they
felt alone. they felt a need. they discovered a hell
that uncovered a curse that set them free.
[ … ]
candles around the purple velvet robe,
in the middle of the sanctuary. the shadows,
forgive their soul.
a cool wind softly blows.
the flames dance. a soft hypnotic prance. red-orange remembrance.
a nightmare, they’re unable to wake from.
a mirror in the reflection of where god
sent them.
to be continued
sanctuary : to hell
next the shadows placed
a crown of thorns
on the floor above the purple robe
and watched red liquid pour out of each sharp piercing
of the wooden needles, covering
the floor, and inhaling the remnants of ash
left behind. they escaped the bind.
i’m finished
memoir
her eyes were soft fresh rain
on a new morning.
over the years they turned to deep water.
she'd drown you in her stare.
leaf like creatures whisper
i’m walking through the forest
where ( leaves create figures
to drink out of the river
and taste the sweet life
telling the ) trees ( in autumn )
bending low enough to listen
( before dying from winter trauma. )
she danced a fair dance
she shall dance
an ordinary line
with long skirt, followed by
echoed away
shoe taps.
the hardwood
of the dance floor
took a toll on her feet
with heels, limber and unskilled
though she dances
like an expertise
never showing a flaw
or a sharpness in her face.
the hardwood floor
took a toll on her feet
though she danced
an ordinary line
and echoed a song
from her heels.
she holds her breath
and smiles with ease.
sitting down
her feet are pleased.
the judges comment predictably.
winter becoming at ease
the morning falls, not far from
the icy afternoon
and still breath is seen
far beyond the rising suns heat,
though there is not enough warmth.
the ground is crystal of frozen dew.
no snow has yet to fall from the sky
and touch the green ground hidden
by the layer of small fragile statues
seen up over the hill from my window.
sitting in heat of the wood stove.
a fresh flame in the stomach of the metal walls -
though outside, a different story is told,
one of cold and timid words,
a poem that freezes itself before each seen word...
yes, outside winter is becoming.
a green vast of army
the view reminded me of something far greater than just green…
it span onward to the horizon.
a vast army to view though small and thin and humble.
an immortality grew inside, lasting the age of time – extinction didn’t know it.
planting reproduction within it’s weakness to be strong;
it scattered all the fields.
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