"VISIONS" A New Beginning -- THE AMERICAN POETS

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Subject: "VISIONS" A New Beginning

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Kevin Brian Wright

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Date Posted: 14:56:36 03/29/01 Thu

VISIONS

Red men tell of you with lands which bare simple arrows and wade the archers bow as Visions, where guns share laughter and old fashion eyes of white tigers know only to call Them illusions in the spirit heat,
To see her fleshy dreams that scalp your burning heart, die tomorrow in her arms and Fall to the silence of your feet.

Dead men grow, for that ghost is dead but moons live and suns pasture where stars play, Indian winters wait for June where snow turns green, the winds are seen, her province is The sky,
Her tears are everything, everywhere is her rose, he sees her misery, heaven hurts him, he Finds new scars about her pain, landscapes frown but listen to get ahead as mountains Sleep upon a burning flame, another day will cry.

Hearts are broken arrows but not of stone in which their made to soft a sky for the earth To touch, that heaven already knows, where now once happiness brings along a simple Pain,
She sings to the magic in which it died, until she turned another rose and held another Jewel in her hand until the day that gem was gone and another held his name.

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