Death Rattle

The last breath of the dinosaurs
It comes with great resistance
Their way now left in our remnants

In their exhale, peace is restored
Their mass exodus, winds opus
We will dwell in your fears no more

See now the truth of their flagrance
The last breath of the dinosaurs

The last breath of the dinosaurs
Now our histories transients
Love receives our true reverence

Words of violence left folklore
Cast in mortis, their spun pious
The spirit is done with their wars

Now sit in the peaceful silence
The last breath of the dinosaurs

Thank you to my mentor and teacher Gregory Goodson for your teachings and inspirations. You are a constant source for my words and have my gratitude and love.
This piece written in High Octain Form by Luke Prater for One Stop Form Monday

Solitary Cup

A solitary cup rests before me
The only ration received this day
This is not the first time I find myself this way
Yet seeming different it seems to be

Accepting this position gratefully
Habits of old have fallen away
A solitary cup rests before me
The only ration received this day

Now guided by the pulse of my Qi
I embrace this spiritual bouquet
Filling me with compassion to convey
The crying souls of all people now seen
A solitary cup rests before me

Remnants of Life

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Encumbered Pagoda

my temple of God
here you stand
lavished by fruits, monetary

mortar and fear façade
idols of hands
trust in you held, arbitrary

perfection looks so odd
far too grand
the true temple, secondary

a rebuke of the pod
ship unmanned
a way of life, customary

beating hearts never heard stop
times of sand
a new knowing, necessary

the true nesting of God
the pure land
the flesh of man, sanctuary


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