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“This is what bombs do” ~H Assaf http://www.freeimages.com/photo/this-is-what-bombs-do-1222197

prayers
prayers for Syria.
prayers for Iraq.
prayers for
prayers 
prayers for healing, understanding and compassion
from everyone
for everyone
as lame as it is, thatʻs all i have.
people will want to pull out their brushes loaded with paint, their guns loaded with bullets, their words loaded with venom, their hearts loaded with hate.
all their loads donʻt do a goddamn thing to stop the killing.
not a goddamn thing.
i wish i had a way to bridge the killing gulf with healing, understanding and compassion
but all i have are these lame prayers
i wonʻt paint anyone
pick up a gun
spew venom
fill my heart with hate
all i have are these lame prayers
prayers for healing, understanding and compassion
from everyone
for everyone
how fucking lame.

earth and moon
(because i just donʻt have a better name yet)
i know this ground so well
its smells and cracks 
and jagged rusty dagger rocks
that ribbon my skin to swirls and streaks
of stains and scars
where i have been pushed and dragged
my body
leaking blood
and tears
and sweat-like
unspeakable fluids
tearing
tear tracks
that follow my feet
that protrude
obscenely from the hole
where everybody
and i mean every body
no innocents
not even me
tried to bury my
rotted corpsing
fly breeding
sagging into liquidlike
mush
while the sun
fried it to a dried
vomit pancake
and the stench of death rose
crying to the lately coming night
and the new moon
with her gentle light
scraped the cursed earth
from my bones
and stood me
on those putrid feet
washed the ooze and slime
breathed her cool breath
and my hair laughed
and my eyes cried
and those putrid feet
lifted once
twice
three four
five times
and again
and these hands clapped
a lunatic rhythm
and these lips
sang a lunatic rhyme
and under that new moon light
i rose
from that filthy grave
and
danced.

beloved,
so many things 
here
fragrance of colors
whispering glittering
gently
reaching
in
my heart
just out of
reaching
i would
die
to tell you

that infinity of finality
and in those sudden moments
silent
aloneness
shimmers
beautiful