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You treat Their Names with no respect And wonder why honor has left you You steal Their gifts given freely in love And wonder why famine destroys you You betray Their teachings, pervert Their signs And wonder why Tyranny rules you You mock Their images and grace And wonder why crime overwhelms you You burn…
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Sparks fly? Of course not. Phantom slides are so ridiculous The truth is never told (Them and their monopoly.) So gullible, yet so incredulous And their houses built on shifting sands The balance of the wheel goes ‘round! Inevitable The stars are not deceived by pretense. Darkness awaits the Light Light awaits the…
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Celestial symbol Illumination They bring Call to unity Alive with magical chanting Drowning the Deceivers And returning victorious Poetry Copyright © 2019 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved. Based on: “Cicada Symbolism” Photographer: unknown
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You are the Lover, the sweetness of Life The Star that shines forever Your temple sits in ruins, Your priestess abandons You You Whose wings have sheltered us and helped us take flight You blocked the poison arrows Our enemies turned to dust Because of You, there was music and laughter A fire to warm…
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Birth – meant for convenience and enslavement Life – valueless, pitiable Death – merely hours away Sunlight – a strange word in a foreign language Torture – a way of life Bone – what you hear scrape against the floor Blade – to puncture and prod Smiles – to mock and degrade Festival…
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Molten waves of passion Spinning ladies all in white Bleached bone and arid stone Merciless power without reprieve Cruel petrification Even the air stands still and silent Crystal daggers hang suspended Blanket of white that gives no warmth A delicate point of balance Two robes now fit for wearing One of jewels and one of…
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Stand atop a mountain Death and peril far below And feel the inner calling Of the fire and the snow. Stand atop a mountain Lodged betwixt the war and peace And see the inner beauty Of the angel and the beast. Stand atop a mountain Beat the drum and stare ahead And feel the inner…
Ena Whiteraven 