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What’s all the flap about
Come on let's crawl out of the mud
This ain’t no naked lady its merely line art
With a history...like the pimp goblet
And the ladies that dance for thee
Feet solid in the womb of mother earth
She becoming the essence of her presence
Earth mother everywhere and those who can tune in: do
And radiate and ooze that wicked connection to mother
Those who were consumed by the burning times
The one that revolves the world and involves our place
Something that has come to be known as sacred space
Naked space

Elders offer the hoop
Encircling sky, lights from other worlds seen through the stars
Women from Venus men from mars
How much further apart can we be?
Nurturing mother, womb of the world offers her...
And her other selves to be served up....
Together we entwine and roll and beseech
While the banshee of the past doth screech
Children have lost their way and the way is lost to them that they knew...once
The sundry ad makes a man out of a lad
makes the lass an ad of Abercrombie & Fitch
music makes her ho n bitch

Yet in those windows to the soul
A depth a reflection a knowing
Shiny spirit showing
Can’t escape the glowing
The father he used to know the job has taken
The world his confidence shaken
Cells of solitude become concrete and iron
Life and fate’s cruel twist pumps irony
Remember when ships were made of wood
Remember dancing around the fires
Rhythms of the souls permeating
Reverberating the echoed heartbeats
A legacy of steel and stone
Surrounded by cages of steel
With hearts of stone
We are alone

Why am I so lonely . . . .

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