Spit it, Spirit

Spit it, Spirit

A Poem by Jazmen

welcome to the spiritual dimension of a heathen,
To the soil I say hello

And to the wind - and the dry frost swirling -
I am weightless in sound energy - for in the air I blow

And scalding tears awaken me, my consciousness replanted,
like a spark within a deformed seed, cracked yet still enchanted.

Hear me heathens; here’s

An ode to all the sweet revelry; to laughter and my lover:
I bid a portrait of a heaven to believe in you and no other

Seeking the brightness to keep me alive
Singing a chora until the day we all die.

I've found the brilliance I sought to find
A permanence of grand harmony derived..

Remind me now of illness and goodness

colliding in duality

Beauty in totality.

© 2013 Jazmen

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such an intriguing piece and interesting. Enjoyed

Posted 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such an intricate poem that must have took a long time of contemplation to create. Amazing use of everything here, vocabulary, structure, meaning, all of it amazes me. Well done indeed, keep it up!

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Added on June 7, 2012
Last Updated on January 11, 2013
Tags: heathen, God, earth, soil, trees, forest, northern, enchant, beauty, spirit, spiritual, prayer, bright, positive, love, nature, being



Pacific Northwest, WA

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