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Colin A. Warren: POETRY

The Cocoon

Ely stirred.
A bird
sang clear.
Earth turned.
Sunrise appeared.
I opened my eyes
and thought I saw you
beside me.

I was wrong and the bong
of the alarm
signals fate,
as my sleeping bag
grows more like a cocoon everyday.
c1988

I Saw A Man

sit'n on a sidewalk
lean'n 'gainst a wall
silent sadly look'n
out at it all.
wondrin' where his life's gone
wondrin' where it's been
just sit'n think'n wondrin'
'bout the world he's in.
the sea of life around him
the void of life with'n
what's he see in others
what's he see in him.
this speck of life I saw there
this semblance of it all
just sit'n think'n die'n
on this hunger driven wall.

The Gentle Nurse of Birth

There are a lot of touches
down the road of life,
we touch-get touched
it's pleasure and it's strife.
Some touch will sear with pain
like the wrath of hellish vent
and others will be soothing
like those of heavens scent.
Now you will have your choices
somewhere down the line
to choose a touch that pleases
from each and every kind.
Then again at times,
you'll have no choice of touch,
you'll just feel what life has dealt you
in the things that mean so much.
You might feel the touch
that rakes your body through,
or you might feel the touch
that pleasures with each move,
But there's never one so gentle
as the one who touches first,
her hands surround your newness,
she's the Gentle Nurse of Birth
c1988

Song For Kuenzi

I often think about a space
where earth touches sky
where moon glides by with smile'n face
and starlight Pixies fly.
where rainbowed showers
cleanse my mind
with life for all my flowers
and birth of me
is birth of spring
in Mother Natures powers.
I often think about a space
where streams and currents flow
where flutterbyes are on the chase
and Pixie Maidens glow,
where wind is free
to whistle on
with music like a rhyme
and Pixie Maidens are the key
to a life of endless time.
c 1988

I Walked Out On The Desert - June 13, 2010

I walked out on the desert
I went where no one goes
My feet are crack'd 'n bleed'n
I got sand between my toes.

I walked out on the desert
I crawled thru cactus land
Thorns tore at my mind
I swam upon the sand.

I walked out on the desert
I went where no one goes
My flute sang to the empty
and the empty thanked me so...

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