Hand slides down forearm, fingers of hope entwine.
Eyes like opals reveal light, love, pain, joy, hunger.
Heart shifts like an uncaged bird, why do stirrings within arise like clouds of finches from desert sand..
Time, space and bonds steal from fierce but fragile hearts.. pain and hope twist together into cords of light and dark, cold and heat, fire and ice, stretching into the distance.
Shifting into outback miles, seeking out the eternal spaces of desert where sand, sun, spinifex and shimmering cloak anxious love in choruses of soothing simplicity
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OMG! I love your writing! Thank you for sharing your genius!
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Thank you!! ❤️
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Two warriors, trapped in an endless duel slug like automatons, destinies preset
No malice only cold duty make them aim death blows at each other but neither can win
Sentenced by wit of marriage to dance in futility, their’s is the lot of the subjugated and beaten woman
A cruel world takes comfort in the spectacle
The judges of Law, Tradition and Callousness cackle like demons tormenting caged souls
Beezelbub laughs at the kingdom of death that reigns over a human heart
But those noble warriors Passion and Duty must continue their dance of death
For to cease is to die..
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A mind, tortured by memories lifts hopeful eyes unto greater freedom
Swift, intelligent and sure
Burning with vision and zeal
Full of dreams
Believing in the elusive promise of betterment
Express words that burn and propel hearts of like mind
Loneliness is the lot of the farmer’s wife
No one gives more for others than they
Yet the eternal bush hides their sacrifice
Whilst lesser beings harvest plaudits in towns and cities
Heart meets heart
Dream meets dream
And dance like children set free under the sun
Their gay laughter rings through streets, fields and towns
Chastising the cynical and disapproving
But encouraging the free and wild of heart
For no chain or word can cage an idea
It marches through the land with sure footed and confident steps
Commanding attention through it’s nobility
Shot like an arrow
From a warriors heart
Straight and true
It dominates space, time and thoughts
Because freedom will not be quenched
And must ultimately come to rest in stout hearts that also dare to dream
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Reblogged this on Paul R Kohn's World of Words and commented:
The first piece that I collaborated on with the amazing Kathy Parker!
Hand slides down forearm, fingers of hope entwine.
Eyes like opals reveal light, love, pain, joy, hunger.
Heart shifts like an uncaged bird, why do stirrings within arise like clouds of finches from desert sand..
Time, space and bonds steal from fierce but fragile hearts.. pain and hope twist together into cords of light and dark, cold and heat, fire and ice, stretching into the distance.
Shifting into outback miles, seeking out the eternal spaces of desert where sand, sun, spinifex and shimmering cloak anxious love in choruses of soothing simplicity
OMG! I love your writing! Thank you for sharing your genius!
Thank you!! ❤️
Two warriors, trapped in an endless duel slug like automatons, destinies preset
No malice only cold duty make them aim death blows at each other but neither can win
Sentenced by wit of marriage to dance in futility, their’s is the lot of the subjugated and beaten woman
A cruel world takes comfort in the spectacle
The judges of Law, Tradition and Callousness cackle like demons tormenting caged souls
Beezelbub laughs at the kingdom of death that reigns over a human heart
But those noble warriors Passion and Duty must continue their dance of death
For to cease is to die..
A mind, tortured by memories lifts hopeful eyes unto greater freedom
Swift, intelligent and sure
Burning with vision and zeal
Full of dreams
Believing in the elusive promise of betterment
Express words that burn and propel hearts of like mind
Loneliness is the lot of the farmer’s wife
No one gives more for others than they
Yet the eternal bush hides their sacrifice
Whilst lesser beings harvest plaudits in towns and cities
Heart meets heart
Dream meets dream
And dance like children set free under the sun
Their gay laughter rings through streets, fields and towns
Chastising the cynical and disapproving
But encouraging the free and wild of heart
For no chain or word can cage an idea
It marches through the land with sure footed and confident steps
Commanding attention through it’s nobility
Shot like an arrow
From a warriors heart
Straight and true
It dominates space, time and thoughts
Because freedom will not be quenched
And must ultimately come to rest in stout hearts that also dare to dream
Reblogged this on Paul R Kohn's World of Words and commented:
The first piece that I collaborated on with the amazing Kathy Parker!