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lingering in the faint
old memories summon
future memories
like
some kind of memory dna
imprinting genetic traces
with traits
of already happened’s
in what happens next
in some sort
of memory genealogy
with influences of
altered frequencies
unremembered memories
disguised in masks
of destiny and fate
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing
under a wanting moon
the volcano of sweet
there was rain on fire
feeding a thirst of flame
a sensation of melting rain
sizzling electric hot
heated moments
throwing kisses at the sun
earth shakes and heart quakes
realigning vibrations
in the energy fields of feel
and untended desperations
electro-magnetic's drawn into
the sound of need escaping
quieting a burning loud
wild to be free
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing
her breath
slow stirrings
melting gentle
into soft
burn marks
heart sparks
lighting up
the universe
sky brighting
blue midnights
into stars
shining heat
falling like
happy rain
on wild
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing
in a frequency
of frequencies
he felt
the sound of smolder
rising into falling mists
with soft rain caresses
in a tattooing by spark
wisps of smoke
familiar to fires that ache
that she felt
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing
in the mining of mental's
through societal conversion
converting the feelings of caring
into emotions of love easily distorted
by fear into possessive reactions until
the moment the inflicting of pain begins
in those desperations
when love doesn’t care anymore
in the fractured realms where
love is a pasteurization of caring
sterilized
for human consumption
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing
how much time trying
to find a way out
of what he gets
himself into
then
how much more time trying
to find a way back
in what he got
himself out of
some
thoughts sitting alone in
the back of his head
don’t even bother
thinking about any of it
anymore or any less
like
whats the point when
this motherfucker
is out of his mind anyway
and his mind
ain’t complaining
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing
inside of some minds
temptation and pleasure
in clashes
with misery and pain
deciding
what's it gonna be today
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing
her presence is like a match
lighting eager fires
his heart is like a prairie
of anxious starving kindling
embers of butterflies and flutter
roaring through
the empty yesterdays
filling today with her magic
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing
John Trudell Archives celebrates the 20th anniversary of the Woody Guthrie Folk Festival with Joel Rafael and John Trudell's Bad Dog (Mark Shark-Schatzkamer, Ricky Eckstein, Billy Watts, Debra Dobkin, Milton Sahme, Wallace Deerskins, Music of Joel Rafael) tonight in Okemah, OK. Here is a short clip from soundcheck earlier today.
pleasure is a blessing
the power of pleasure
can be a balancing
in a duality
that emphasis’s pain
it all depends
on the many shapes
of hunger
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing
he wanted to see
how far far is
and just how far
too far is
and
then again
there’s not far enough
so what happens
when not far enough
goes too far
or when too far
doesn’t go far enough
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing
she said to him
i’m your torch baby
it's the way i yearn
he said to her
you’re my light on fire
the flame that i breathe
she touched him
searing in his heart
with her brand of burn
he pulled her in close
the tasting of spark
into smolder and blaze
swirling in rising spirals
until they were one
primal reflex
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing
he can't explain how
she makes him feel
he can only feel it
the scent of her name
is like lightning
striking his heart
with soft light
rushing his breath in
high voltage pulse
he dreams his way to her
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing
baby you left, but
in some kind of way
I’m handling it
that touch of madness
comes and goes
a soft familiar madness
that velvet touch
helping to soothe my soul
John Trudell
© 2007 Poet Tree Publishing
the fire needs to play
however it can
it can’t help itself
its not letting
them get in its way
they can talk around it
they can shift and shape
but how do you stop
a child from laughter
and playing
silent sparks
echoing in canyons
memories of river
meets fire are ancient
in their burn
John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing