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	Poetry This is a collection I have started to put together of some of my best work, and some of my not so best work. Enjoy! :D

	Teinitzcan: Final Song
	Teinitzcan: Final Song


In the middle of the moon Sits a fisherman. His tilma catches the wind Trying desperately to flee from his shoulders; to reveal the markings A four pointed flower from his widow. Tossing a line to the Dead He slumps Pouting belly Falling over his black belt buckle Full with the hunger of lost things. CycloneHavoc · Tue May 01, 2012 @ 07:24am · 0 Comments

	Nautical Perch
	Nautical Perch


It’s a fast life Down beneath the blue canopy To stop and take a breath May kill you. I say, Don’t even stall To talk to the guppy sleeping on a bus stop bench He holds scarlet ribbons on his hands, that, When given the chance Will be tied around the circumference of your neck Like a pearl necklace, straight from Hudson’s home. And if you were to give me that chance, I may kiss you too… If the sky goes black with oil Don’t try to be a hero Huge big parts of the heaven Will soon be coming to make its daily collection. And if you don’t wiggle your way right out of there You will be part of that godly food chain That won’t let you go. And if you don’t scurry away from me, you may find yourself back within the folds of my stomach. My egg, I am telling you this So that when you are born To this dark blue world You will be prepared for me And a mother’s hunger can only go so far. CycloneHavoc · Mon Apr 30, 2012 @ 03:55am · 0 Comments

	One
	One


1. This was a time before the veins of Indigo glanced the skin of Eden before Two was bathed beneath the stars lacing constellations within the gaps of fingers. “When there was only One.” 2. There is a spot of peppermint growing within the skin of mahogany fern face molded into a knot, limber legs stretching across Valley’s in the attempt to dip toes into the icecaps. But the Arctic seas recede back into their humble borrows untouched, unfelt. 3. Let the days be counted, in the fractions of halves to wholes. 4. Cobalt hues were taken from the deepest part of the Atlantic where, curling fingers scrapped sea salt in the attempt to walk on calloused feet. But liquid things cannot hold a solid hand, as it falls right through it. 5. Suddenly within a breath, a hand reached down exclaiming, “Two! Two!” 6. And Lavender looked upon blue violet scattered in sugar, and indeed there were, Two. A gem of Emerald. A gem of Turquoise. 7. And the hand exclaimed, “let them be One!” 8. There the shores of her shoulders met the breath of his sea and they became just, One. CycloneHavoc · Mon Apr 30, 2012 @ 03:54am · 0 Comments


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