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Sub Rosa Dec 2013
Coincidence of the stars,    
Chemical compounds,
Natural bonds of our tired flesh
Emerging  from mud and earth.

Feral beasts,
Fed by the dirt and brush,
Being who's instinct and will
Conquer the evolved heart.

The blood must flow
And the teeth must gnash.
Heathens in skins, a religion of fire and smoke,
Bones in the dust under a canopy of stars,
Guided by nature and the will of the African plains.

The order of the suns and moons,
Woven from the fibers of
our very tissue and DNA.

Oceanic creatures and woolly ape
Bred their kin,
Harvested knowledge from the
Seed of grass, growing wild though the hills.

To live and to fall
Beneath the crust of the earth
And feed the flowers,
To grow a garden from moldering flesh,
And sleep in darkness,
Bodies akin to the soil
Given only to ground.

A fragile
and calloused concoction.
Coincidence of the stars,
Creation of the cosmos.
Its strange, how every minor detail in history, from the Big Bang to the creation and rotation of our moon, has led to the birth of life. And so we trace our history back to the beginnings, there we were, budding organisms on a rock. A complete coincidence. A miracle. Defying the odds of what could be, and yet here we are, sharing our languages and writing with the world. And it's crazy how all these threads of our world can be followed back to the Lord. I'm just beginning to peace the truth together.
Sub Rosa Dec 2013
Like the shooting stars
We wish upon
We we die
We fall

and that is all.
Sub Rosa Dec 2013
When my skin splits in two
I finally feel whole.
Sub Rosa Dec 2013
privileged and dismissed.
the beige of the spectrum,
clothed in a flimsy dress
peeling off my hips
in a mint-walled motel.
matte irises examining the dingy sheets
where I sink,
saturated by sweaty palms
and the mildewed ceiling
is crumbling around us
at every tremor of the mattress.
we evaporate
into the musty air,
mingling with the mists
of the hourly guests before us.

and maybe I sauntered
from that room
a little rosier than before.
maybe I left there
a few shades darker.
Sub Rosa Dec 2013
I always wondered if you were like me.
If you dreamt of stars and the sea.
Thought of ways to get away,
Awake by night and dead by day.
Knowing you, I found this true.
Saw how deep and high you grew.
You veiled me, thick as vines.
And filled the gaps between my lines.
Sub Rosa Dec 2013
It meant a greasy burger from the diner on Main st.
A sweaty drive in that noisy ford
with ice cream melting in our laps.
It meant skipping prom
to watch Lord of the Rings on your mother's couch
and never once look at the TV.
It meant reading your favorite book,
and pulling up grass by the roots
to busy our hands
and keep them from wandering places they shouldn't.
Us was the color of the stars when we lay on our backs
examining the milky way
and tracing our names
in constellations.
It meant the arguments at midnight
about the purpose of our lives,
what it meant to be and to belong,
and why the world was no musical,
and no wasteland either.
It meant the only obstacles
were curfew
and your awful cologne.
We were the music on that record
you gave me that first night out
when you took me to the cinema
and when I got home
I spun the vinyl for hours.
We were the color of the rolling hills
in the pastures
when we listened to our favorite songs
and discovered kissing
while we waited for the school bell to ring.
It meant the light always shone
and the rain only fell
when we felt like walking in it.
And it meant that sooner or later
we had to learn what it was like
to be an 'I'
after 'Us'
And we had to learn
all over again
to live without a 'We'
a true story
that began a year ago
today
Sub Rosa Dec 2013
I think we all need someone we can spill ourselves into when it's four a.m and we can't sleep.
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