Hunters Blog

I too have smashed into ground bloody

Bit hard without mercy saving no face

Put in my place

With life's sharp twists and sliced edges

Peering from the ground at perfect cut hedges

I no longer pretend there won't be an end

And I do give a damn

But I'll go with a bam with no rhym just orange fire and funereal pyre.

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will this rage toward death ease my fear?

will any goddess see my inward tear?

where does it go?  How far the Fall?

i want more until nature's all.

she unexpectedly came

no deceit, lie or game

people hurt her; my life-the same

her arrival scared me, yet was relief

renewed, enriched my natural belief

     Blood makes humyns fertile 'til next side

     Let my red entity blaze, not yet slide

    I'm not yet ready for ashes to be my guide

    Let sun-moon reach my childrens' bloom

    Let passion  glide me to rising noon.

cloud's eye saw me mourn

relative words  for child's concern

sun shined through it reaching heart

showing surrounding humyn sounds

of nature's cycle generating beauty,

as withered rose causes no scorn

reality, wonder, children, others torn

rising falling still prevail

even cloud's burst,  death, and travail. 

your lips of betrayal sucked my blood like a greedy vampire

you didn't even heed my trickling scarlet tears.

you were dead into the land called unconsciousness,

yet when i forgave you, the seeping wounds did not heal

from my book Donner Womyn

dear day

cover us with miracle hay

feeding all with magic plight

no thought but light impending night

colours gold, green covering all

no need for child's death and wall

i know the ideal is far from truth

yet even different prayers forsooth

can reach the sky the earth going round

moon racing tides can feel the sound.

dear night

carry me to dreams of gracious flight

in redwoods, down sparkling river banks

there shall be no war or tanks

or inner war of leaden, blank success

but spiritual gold with every sweet caress

light and airy with no need attached

dear night

carry me to dreams of gracious flight

our sisters have found peace i know

they're in the rainbow while the wind doth blow

they guard our spirits with every breath we take

and pray that in our lives beauty we will make

for my dear friend Dovinda and her wonderful family

i was dying in my dream

going down against others with a scream

not going quietly into that good night

still wanting to gain morning sight

if i travel  even feared by another

i will not be carried asunder

i'll fight for new and learn for fright

i'll make peace my day

before the night i'll have my say