Theme
1:15pm April 18, 2014
6:31am April 18, 2014
Envisage ways she defines
ethology of inner
complexion

Devouring malevolent
leading to crucifixion
offending not with slavery
or deception

Elusive, sphinx like
circling this conception

Mesmerizing-she dances
her billet-doux 
living word

What language is this?

never seen - never heard!

Feathery wine
whispering mystery
pearly platinum
omniscience over history

Beyond the den - the dead
a consuming fire upon
her head

She illuminates as she waits
within golden wheat
Meditates upon 
weeping willows
this is her silent feat.

She is mother-midwife
to the birth
She is child born first
of the earth

Made alive in the
odyssey of truth
Fabely misunderstood
in the pages of youth

~Shamanfox

Envisage ways she defines
ethology of inner
complexion

Devouring malevolent
leading to crucifixion
offending not with slavery
or deception

Elusive, sphinx like
circling this conception

Mesmerizing-she dances
her billet-doux
living word

What language is this?

never seen - never heard!

Feathery wine
whispering mystery
pearly platinum
omniscience over history

Beyond the den - the dead
a consuming fire upon
her head

She illuminates as she waits
within golden wheat
Meditates upon
weeping willows
this is her silent feat.

She is mother-midwife
to the birth
She is child born first
of the earth

Made alive in the
odyssey of truth
Fabely misunderstood
in the pages of youth

~Shamanfox

5:02am April 18, 2014

I am the Dream and the Dreamer
inventing myself in everything…
A gatherer, of self-discussion
from my lips there to my ears here.
A believer playing a game.
Perhaps, now I will trash some old
shit-and make something new.
Something free from baggage
(Of all these nice labels- still
the same to an non objective observer)
Somewhere in between a sleeping
costume, and that in me- I focus on
my movements. Thoughts flowing
in, and out as oceanic waves.
Ahhh! Grab one set it down.
Yes! Yes… This is something new.

10:13pm April 17, 2014
7:05pm April 17, 2014

“The mind is only a story-teller. You choose to believe it, or not. It’s just a story…a collaboration of events, opinions, ideas…all orchestrated by you.”

— Shamanfox
8:43am April 17, 2014
The Lion

The Lion

8:01am April 17, 2014

We are worn torn travelers
skin of our teeth as leather
from letting go. We met
on the bridge between
nowhere and forever
(Just two words to make
fancy poetry)
You fashion the rails
by stories, as mine are
lost in the river flowing.
Discarded our masks
our clothes, and expectation.
My hand in the twilight
of sunrise and yours in
mine we build a nest
(instead of a cage)

7:57am April 17, 2014

The Lion

I was The Artist last night
thrashing mad paint upon
canvas. Intricate fine lines
to paint texture of The Lion.
I saw eyes gleaming golden
staring into the abyss of soul.
At this I wondered into his
mind. From there I witness
The Artist painting my paws
to crawl from the frame.
My heart heavy by breathing
labored at this birth. I walked
outside to greet the sun
and found his touch so
inviting. Embraced mother
earth to fill her scent through
my mane. The scents of
lilacs and cedar played a
melody across the wind.
In which I was swept away.
Into the jungle, became
I across lands and through
deserts. Seeing myself in
every eye, feeling my heart
in every kill as pulse beating
from my teeth into my veins.
As the years went on I grew
tired and wondered at my
creator. Who could liken
my mane into golden embers
every strand swaying…who
could still waters to see the orbs
of sunlight reflecting in my eyes?
I have forgotten myself somewhere
in the canvas of my mind. I am
just The Artist in love with imagination.

7:37am April 17, 2014

“Last night I watched
moon cascading
upon your face.
Soft hum of blue-grey
dipped into star constellations
played against your
sleeping eyes.
Canyons of your shoulder
blades revealed
mystery of a sleeping god.
I awoke to watch sunrise
kiss your love fragrant skin
like echo’s of dreams that
shone golden wheat
valleys of possibilities.
Revealing power
of a god awakened.”

— Shamanfox