River Warrior Pyre a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Stem drippings of sky crevice expansions of embankments from cloud silver linings pouring rivers at head peak high mountain tops and trees with her valley sown river. She flows with his rock collecting magma flowing earthquakes in her valley flaming this rose petal flaming wheel of desire in that which to template our turning river that rolls onward to be we in what we see from the echoing ashes from the windy winding turned storm wheel we weather with our little burning, reaping wheel spinning the past to harness when roses went fast up in smoke. Nowadays discipline the fates reside with protection open illustration another day on this island of stone of heart's thrown for this is a warrior's son sung the wind from the lion through the king. The body is a messenger for the soul to send to another soul. You me have we emotions after I thrust them into submission be what about to say me we shall be most alone when roam this stone carving river of stars that seed tear droplets from our eyes raining heaven to chin up upon the skies beneath the rimmed hills asunder that did plunder when the warrior did stark his mark. You understand me we ripples of the deep alone. Souls yours must be echoing me with counted tears and marked fears from lived quash of intimacy from skeletal shades of light droplets descending on down the hills from mountain flowing gates do I recommend thee of her hold of these frozen shouldered droplets awaiting her descending with times fate framed wheel spinning this blazon river with heart as to twain soul waters shaking from his mountain clad holding clouds erupting earthquake blunders of lava falling love turning to stone carving peregrinations of seasons roving seeds talking to the mountain of his sidekick voice in sub-thought reality baseness of widespread vectoring to heart's skyward pointed peak always at his side beating immortal drums flowing river echo's saying love all are we blessed flowing from her womb to the tomb savoring the heaven's we meet. Flavor in the sun tiding stem shimmering to hide in a cave reflection prowled all your life inward wearing down stone. If hidden in this eternal blackness were the thrown I'd shame stay with you and howl the echo from the cavern walls. We all have skeletons on times weaving rose river wheel wherefore needs must we tame the fates and post the petals to the sun tiding and stem a growth again from this cavern stemmed drippings for if your not fighting for the bringing of life, what are you fighting for lest theirs no life at all in which case there would be no one to fight or wage this peace offering.