New PrimitivesA Poem by MarkI was driving along, and The Cult came on the radio with the song "Fire Woman". Somehow my brain saw the images in the poem.Jonus brings the starter Freya brings the wood. We all bring desire shouting like we should. First we shed our clothes then put leather 'round our loins. To seperate us from those who use gas, phones, and coins. Josie has brought the water to give head and bellies fire Jason makes the slaughter placing meat upon the pyre. We laugh out loud and drink as the flames sizzle fat We all feel, instead of think and night discourages chat. The sparks fly toward the stars the smoke carries them aloft Toward Venus and toward Mars with them our souls will waft. The liquid heat is burning each heart and mind and soul We dance together churning becoming parts of a whole. we dance to forget the meaning of electric bricks and glass We replace it with the feeling of trampled earth and grass. and when our moon is fading and the sun, again, comes back We sleep in the tree's shading and our souls no longer lack. Tomorrow we'll drop leather for ties, and shoes, and cotton We won't mind about the weather but our dance won't be forgotten.
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24 Reviews Added on July 7, 2013 Last Updated on August 2, 2013 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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