Jungle Man
By wild winter end and springtime eve
The raw harvest would come to heave
The apprentice’s eyes and scholarly arms
Took the dry reed and dark dense mud
And tempered with pins and needles and a rhythmic thud
To make a solid mark high above soft sand and river tide
The jungle man, the jungle man
Took to himself the splintered tools and ambition
And sought a stronghold where the green vines grow
Like the southern sea yearns for mangrove trees
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Filed under 
Steelheart
Butterflies flutter through the meadows
Like water kissing the desolate earth.
Birds harmoniously sing songs of a tale unfamiliar,
Of birth itself, and divine ignorance.
Childhood surrounds a pool of reflection,
Watching, learning, knowing.
Scarlet Dawn
Across the mountain far
Pastures hidden from thy sight,
Upon the highest meadow
That glorious place unknown;
Gnarled roots everstretching
From ancient restless trees
Entwined in spiralling, deathless lichen
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