Virgin Earth

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I am the Virgin Earth,

The Temptress Goddess

Stars in the constellation Virgo

I carry the heart of man in my apron

And shed souls to soil

And dust to winds.

 

I am fully Awakened

In blue skies and the wretchedness of murder

Bleeding in grave upon grave

Stains in captivities and depravities of

Mice and men

I forsake not fowl or beast.

 

I grow landscapes and paint ravenous seeds

Without deception, without pause

In totality, in burgeoning statues who come to life

And create gods who would lift my skirts

And tear at my branches and wreck my shores

With a black seeping oil in words of hate

 

I rest myself in the bows of flowers,

When the grace of heaven meets the

Earth and sings to withered breasts

rising amoung stars and feeding every

Mouth of hunger in twilights and denizens,

In the open jaws of saber-toothed tigers

 

Who would fly in the night

 

 

 

Love and Peace

Ana

 

 

 

 

 

 

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In a message dated 10/28/2005 3:22:28 AM Pacific Daylight Time,

nli10u writes:

 

I am the Virgin Earth,

The Temptress Goddess

Stars in the constellation Virgo

I carry the heart of man in my apron

And shed souls to soil

And dust to winds.

 

I am fully Awakened

In blue skies and the wretchedness of murder

Bleeding in grave upon grave

Stains in captivities and depravities of

Mice and men

I forsake not fowl or beast.

 

I grow landscapes and paint ravenous seeds

Without deception, without pause

In totality, in burgeoning statues who come to life

And create gods who would lift my skirts

And tear at my branches and wreck my shores

With a black seeping oil in words of hate

 

I rest myself in the bows of flowers,

When the grace of heaven meets the

Earth and sings to withered breasts

rising amoung stars and feeding every

Mouth of hunger in twilights and denizens,

In the open jaws of saber-toothed tigers

 

Who would fly in the night

 

 

 

Love and Peace

Ana

 

 

 

I like that. Thanks.

You're reminding me of my writing days, decades ago.

 

A bird in flight on a windy night

gives pause to all that matters.

 

To all that brave the wrath of God

and dance while moonlight shatters

and falls like daggers come the dawns

that splinter when they break.

 

Crystal sounds of winter nights

a petal in the snow

lost in dreams of summers bright

and basking in the glow.

 

To the lion in the city

and the prisoner on the open sea.

You're everything that matters.

You're all that matters to me.

 

Phil

(I can't believe I remember that. Hehe)