:::the bright:::

my summers are songs,
lyrical and sweet
ageless, scented and warm.
my sun, gold my skin
my sun, hot my feet
and sprinkle noses with pollen
and love.
white narcissus, clover and rose
cirrus and azure,
the toss of my clothes
take beauty, i inhale
hair tangled, water hot
take body and mind
give love, worry not

my summers are songs
the essence is jazz
calliope lovers
amongst delicate laughs
i lie naked on my back
alone, still
just to hear
every whisper in nature
a sacred souvenir
of the spirit that gifts my heart
with this reason
and the peace that is handed
to the child of this season.

 

:::amber.hart.sinclair:::

:::dreams for sleepers:::

i come down,
beneath your frame.
there is an undertow,
i unfold onto my back
not without pain.
your feet are washed,
my hair smells of lily
and you of leaf and myrrh.

i hear the others searching
i am crying for my mother
she is a whore on Linden St.
and i her only penance .
This man has taken me for love
and hers for twenty two.
i am subject to his every want
in the binding sweet and new.

gently up, he pulls my hand
and one foot upon the other
this place is sacred in my mind
i cannot leave it, he beckons me further.
i follow nimbly down the Lane
there is nothing behind me to follow,
my hand small inside, i walk beside
my captor, my Lord, my lover.

 

:::amber.hart.sinclair:::

Finally:)

well i had a blog on blogspot a few years ago...i lost my way when i discovered myspace...i am still divorcing myspace as i sit here....just waiting to copy my blog to a word document and take the high road:) it took quite a bit to design the blog, i will start blogging tomorrow:) ::acs:::

:::locust song:::

on knee then crossed
my stomach flat
onto this earth
they shuffle past
one eye diverted to the sky
the locust drink the tears they cry
salted feasts for clipping mouths
wait for the warmth, underground
with swollen bellies they soon will climb
and break the ground to take the light
the sun does warm the wicked wing
that carries song to you and me

:::amber.hart.sinclair:::

:::ether for the masses:::

i am still and moving
alone and enraptured
my finger encompassed
with silver and this eternity

he is frustrated and angry
bitter and beautiful
unable then ready
and it is never enough

i am solo in love
letting time take me
the energy i borrow
the light of his soul

my moon, my man, my destiny alone.

:::amber.hart.sinclair:::

:::beside the good:::

fall i could,
but never steal.
shadows fade, the gallow is real
strikes the blow that will never heal..
atonement for sin with blood and bone
turn your head briefly...love leaves me alone.

heed the sound
of Abbey's bell
deceit walks sweetly the souls to hell
trips for those where others fell
onward march and eyes to yourself
if love had come or not at all
i think you would have known.

the ancient know
your battles fought
they keep the place that you were bought
prepare for silence..cease tremble and thought
if want remains when all is lost
i think that i will know.

:::communique in August:::

I show the pieces
each in time
side by side
they form a line
an ordinary straight it seems
does dance but slightly in between
the mechanism of your love
a chamber ghost
the bed still warm
the sheet off white
my eyes have cried
do not make known
the truth inside
this coyness that you
stumble past
with gaunt eyes searching
stone for glass
will coil your neck and shatter fist
a girl you see
the serpents kiss
your babbling mouth
should warn you sir
communique
do not disturb.
now you must dress for the fall
the heads shall roll
the roll is called.