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Ode to the Razor, Choice
by Deoridhe

Time twists and sheers the limb from tree
Both bark and blood descending free
In time with choice's cruel decree.
Curled in the night
When fears take flight
Beware the sight
Of apples floating on the sea.

Refracting back into the sky
The winds of choice are riding high
White hunters seek and dare and die.
Under the moon
They will come soon
Fast cries the loon -
Your pains are riding passions by.

You cannot bind them -
Free they dance.
You cannot hide them -
Come now chance.
You cannot mind them -
They seek the edge.
You can only bide them -
Cling to the ledge.

Two coursers bright with blood ride past,
Then two of pale and tattered cast,
Two more of shadowed scar the last
With screams of fear
Pale rider's spear
Collapse the steer
The rise of red - reveared contrast.

Thus hope and dream dies with the day
Bleeds into dark without delay
Soaks down in earth to mark the way
Three drops of blood
A traveller's bud
To guide the flood
Of those who from the light will stray.

You cannot bind them -
They seek the crown.
You cannot hide them -
They rise and drown.
You cannot mind them -
They come and go.
You can only bide them -
And then you'll know.
deoridhe: (Winter Sonata)
I have a new beloved poet.

Who Said It Was Simple
by Audre Lorde

There are so many roots to the tree of anger
that sometimes the branches shatter
before they bear.
Sitting in Nedicks
the women rally before they march
discussing the problematic girls
they hire to make them free.
An almost white counterman passes
a waiting brother to serve them first
and the ladies neither notice nor reject
the slighter pleasures of their slavery.
But I who am bound by my mirror
as well as my bed
see causes in color
as well as sex

and sit here wondering
which me will survive
all these liberations.


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