Lick My Heart

Monumental moment licks my heart like

a mutt seeking godliness in its own taste

Split space beckons my step like

a woman on her one red moon

Sacred hoop mercilessly heals

the doggedly ungrateful

Wooden spoked wheel bears

a plump reaped Earth

Great galaxy tumbles

in the starless abyss

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by Emily Dickenson's "I felt a Funeral in my Brain"


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After the Golden Age


Chaos should not cease

To dominate the world.

O yes, Nyarlathotep;

Will rule!


No wish for harmony,

Of its Golden Age;

It was before the Fall.


Reveling in constant disorder,

But Yog-Sothoth prefers reason;

Giving His first allegiance

To the Daemon Sultan: Azathoth

Remembering old times of this God.


Cthulhu does side with Him,

But Yig supports Yog-Sothoth;

As Father Serpent of the Cosmos,

Who invented this very world...


Yog-Sothoth has sympathy,

As Dagon; the Deep One Lord

And not even he can say

What will happen when there remains

A Princess restored on Her throne,

A Princess on Ebony Bone.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about what happened after the Golden Age.


Adjusting the lips around the mouthpiece,

keeping them close as the “Mmm,” sound

is produce, now blow into the trumpet and

hears its bell ring—Miles Davis here we go.

Little drummer boy on the snares rattling

sounds of rain; hypnotizing melody, groovy,

yeah baby!

Jazz, my new love affair inspiring musical

poetry; here comes Trane with his saxophone,

the All-Stars on American Band Stand.

Each tune in beat, in sequence…

”tatarara, tara tara,


tumtimtarara,” and the music goes on and on,

marvelous harmony.

Controversial; music without words it’s just

music and not a song, yet the impact Jazz music

brings to my soul is like black tar heroin through

a needle in my veins.

The rush, the cold shivers and shakes; Jazz

musicians sweating profoundly, rapid heartbeat in

sequence with the tune; it’s the high rolling drugs

baby! Yeah!

The music to forget their troubles, heroin to escape

the reality, taken advantage by white music

producers; Cadillac Records paid with Cadillac cars

and chump change enough for the tar.


Jazz is here, no more blues, late payment dues,

“I don’t care, sue me!” while I get high without the

heroin or syringe—Mary Jane, Jazzmin baby, Soul! 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Jazz, my new love affair....

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Living in peace

and harmony creates

a rich enviroment.

copyright by heather burns

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The Road I Travel

Just a thought!

The Road I Travel

My road is long with many miles
It takes me on a tour
I look ahead from where I came
With magical allure
The road I take is boundless
It has many sites to see
The direction that I take
Will determine life for me
This road has gifts to offer
Lined with treasures from above
I seek a destination
Called, Harmony and Love
This road I travel brought me here
In search of something new
If you would like to share the road
I’ll travel it with you

by Barry Anderson

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"The dream of Life"