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Tame

Tame

Tame is life homogenized into

Sameness, dull conformity.

Each city, a blueprint,

Not a fingerprint.

Mom and Pop bakers

Fired for standard fare everywhere.

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Each street, the same fascades.

Each house, the same architect.

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The unique, bullied

Into stock, chattel to Tame.

Tame makes a cage for

The Divine Feminine.

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Work, the same tedious routine

Of manageable acts.

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Colors, estranged by hue

And forbidden to touch.

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Fear speaks Tame,

The language of the banal,

The literal.

The word of Tame

Must not be broken,

Lest one is shunned.

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Yet no forest is tame.

A path must still be forged, but

Is easily consumed by Gaia.

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Gaia raised weeds,

And roses can be wild.

Trapping rivers is

Unnatural.

Tigers make hungry pets.

Cancer defies the healer.

Dogs are still wolves.

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Hummingbirds seek our nectar, but are

Elusive to our touch.

Hives are still dying in our care.

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Laws are illusory templates left to interpretation.

Even God’s laws cannot tame.

We still have enemies who cannot be

Brought to their knees

By guns and bombs.

 

Life is an illusion

Enslaved to Fear,

To Tame.

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Copyright© 2017/10/10 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: http://entertainment.howstuffworks.com/arts/circus-arts/lion-taming.htm

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Lion tamer Dieter Farell of the Sarassani circus in Duesseldorf, Germany, in 1964.

 

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No Escape

No Escape

It slithers in as

Snakes mating pain,

Pain entwined,

Breeding this labyrinth of

No escape.

No way out of this writhing mass,

This mass, secreting away Light.

This pain, eating the Light,

Our stars of many colors,

Forced as lanterns for

The rising heads of the serpents, or

Our souls, are they in formation

To defeat the onslaught?

Pain, this confused muddle

In the line of the Fire of the stars,

Blazing through the delirium,

The Light in the void,

The Fire in the pit,

Consuming the venom.

For pain,

No escape.

Copyright © 2017/10/10 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: “No Escape” © Martha Harris (my sister)

 

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