http://www.freebabyjesus.com poems by Britt Fleming Mon, 24 May 2010 19:25:36 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Die Wolfgangerin geht in der stillen NachtSie schreit laut an dunklen LöchernIhre Stimme trägt Wahrheit mit der MachtDes Ton ehemaligen Glocken The Wolfwalker walks in the quiet nightShe cries loudly at dark holesHer voice carries truth with the mightOf the sound of former bells http://www.freebabyjesus.com/?p=79 The line at the coffee shop is longwith retired schoolteachers, studentsskipping class and Bishop Jesus ChristBuddha Ayatollah Brett Favre Jones.His enchilada wrap is slow to order,So he sits and thinks of going home.They stare at the dreadlocked prophetwho waits alone, away from scentsof lavender bath soap and god.A pierced bottom ... http://www.freebabyjesus.com/?p=76 The Guardian was tasked to carry the cosmic egg to the temple of light. There, a serpent would be born, who would breathe fire into the universe. Steadily, she walked in Buddha’s boots, one to the east, and one to the west. But she tripped on a thought, and dropped ... http://www.freebabyjesus.com/?p=64 She built this wall long ago against hateful invaders, their names now scribble-scratched on worn warm wood. Plywood grains swirl in flat echoes, sounding for signs from invisible worlds on the other side. She hears whispers, and the door begins to open.   (Photo by Gina Kelly) http://www.freebabyjesus.com/?p=62 Mother. From egg, I exit. Like egg, smooth walls hold me, in my warm water world. Walls that grow closer every day in comfortable darkness. Songs touch me from beyond in gentle, loving waves. I turn and listen to your voice, Mother, leading me to light. (Photo by Gina Kelly) http://www.freebabyjesus.com/?p=59 When there are no more prayers left, Look for a boat floating in the sea. I will hear your heart and come to you.   The sky, the water, the stone is gray. I land at the pier, you step on board And place your last thoughts in me.   (Photo by Gina Kelly) http://www.freebabyjesus.com/?p=57 The pain is not from light But what it illuminates - The love of darkness In your dim corners That haven’t smelled day Since you were a child. Someone opens a window, Disturbs your sleep, and Like a thief, steals your fear. This bright ray removes muck From forgotten channels, Erases cracks from mirrors, And releases buried veins Of temptation, gods, and sin. Some ... http://www.freebabyjesus.com/?p=56 She often dreams with her eyes open to the west looking for writing in the sky when the sun sets and catches the Pacific wind in her outstretched arms to mold into familiar colors, shapes and tones, gifts to crying lovers' spirits left to us in symbols she sends across our land to the hungriest ... http://www.freebabyjesus.com/?p=52 Had Manet found you, clothed in marble shadows beneath the grove's oak, as I did that summer day, he would have known each stroke before it touched the canvas.  (Photo by Gina Kelly) http://www.freebabyjesus.com/?p=51 You, suspended between peace and passion, Tethered to hard world by soft hand, Have always been a stranger to weight. If I let go, would you sail to another world, Or drift in and out with the tide? (Photo by Gina Kelly) http://www.freebabyjesus.com/?p=50