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My Garden GreenMy garden green, my koi-pond blue.
In the sky, the lightning flashes.
All around, the rain pools slowly.
In my eyes, the blood comes drifting:
Metal moves with twisted pleasure.
Shouting, cursing, a move, he chokes,
He falls, grotesque, lies at my feet.
On the grass, his blood pools across
My garden green.
I plant them when the sky is grey -
I know they'll soon begin to grow.
Hurry now, my blood flows quickly.
Hurry now, the lightning passes.
Another body joins me in
My garden green.
To ImmigrantsWho are you? No, not your name -
who are YOU?
I want to open you up (like a box),
and pull the stars out.
I'll throw them to the night sky,
and they will be yours,
Step forward -
I don't care what you wear, nor who your parents are,
what country calls itself part of your soul,
who is the prime mover of your universe,
what colour your skin is so artfully painted.
I'm dying to know what ingredients you'll bring
to this/my/your/our country's stone soup.
Step forward, stand out, and bring me your heart.
I want to marvel at the ancient oak, or rowan, birch, pine, cedar,
whatever it is that comprises your family tree.
You are the newest seedling, the farthest outpost.
Come here, here by the ocean
where all things end, where all things begin -
come by smooth rocks and cold winds,
and smile at what we ha
to look up--the sky is a page and
the eye that reads its words
like a sailor in the time of incomplete maps,
the oceans above, to me, are boundless.
in quantum recursion:
the raw blue ions trace concentric paths,
my retinas - illuminated infrared by
...in my head,
the sky seems like a real place;
when i travelled amongst them
evaporated - slowly - into mist.
heights are relative at a logarithmic scale
earth is a billion fathoms long
or as many yojanas deep
but the familiar blue (obviously!)
is an old friend,
close enough to touch.
when the rain comes, i’m aware
it’s not permanent
but neither is its lucky absence.
my friend above never stays the same.
here's a coda:
even the roof of the world,
our atmosphere slowly dissolves
even the sun
Phosphene Credowe are flowers against the abyss
we are wounds yet to heal in god's skin
out of which vibration will pour
we are arc lights
powering the omnimax eyes of the universe
dying every second
we are supernovas
yet here we sit in the dust
ashes rather though we would be
we are sparks that fly from the campfire
our lives devoted to chaos
we are shooting stars burning against human will
we are entropy
nitroglycerin hearts forever beating themselves to death
we are alive
we are aflame
we are the sky
and one day
we will fall on you
and you will be powerless
to stop us
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More