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Onacona

she wakes
in the middle of the night
flight calling her name
wisdom her kingdom
enlightenment her mission

flying silently
time tucked within her wings
spreading serenity
as the sand slips through the hourglass
of life

wakening those
with her voice
to recognize
the

night warrior

you
the night warrior
darkness your friend
living in dreams
born under the moon

we
the spirits of change
in flight to enlighten
those who understand
transformation
is not to be feared

our voices call out

reach beyond
the horizon
reach for the stars

dream of me

won’t you dream
of me
when your eyes close

when you go
to that place
that no one knows

where reality changes
and silent slumber begins

won’t you dream
of me
out of memories

of days we spent
seeking shelter
from sudden storms

laying naked

there is a storm

there is a storm
a raging
evolving
developing off shore
rising from the sea
meeting the sky
as far as one’s eyes
can perceive

there is a storm

a raging
it’s magnitude immense
the anger
is not from the heavens
yet it feels

random act

it was a random act
one detached
from thought
one that
should standout
one that
many would shy from
criticize
declare insane
close eyes
or just plainly walk away

it was a random act
nothing attached
nothing asked for in return
a

Jewish Drama Queen

actually
that’s my grandmother
a photo from the 1920’s
she was a Ziegfeld girl

that was way before your time
before mine
too

they were famous
you know
at least that is what i was told

a dance troupe
and i understand nudity
was part of