Nate Flying Owl Poems

Dearest church, body of Yahweh
You are counted upon to be
The bride of Christ, and yet somehow
You have lost sight of this ideal
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Lord Almighty, lustrous above
I can barely see the arbors
For lack of moonlight on this hike.
Each Step I take is a struggle
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How Much more blood will you shed?
How many of your people
Will bleed into your country's sand
By the flick of your selfish wrist?
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You faceless freedom fighter
After these long months
Of tempestuous battles
In Syrian suburbs
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Syrian rebel, fighter
For the ouster of Assad
Yes, war can strain the soul,
But how could you let your goal
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As the sun rises
On a cool spring morn
Mt. Hood is completely covered in snow
And is painted a light shade of yellow
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A river have I to travel
For what purpose I do not know
But here I am, heading downstream
Thrusting the oar through the water
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Music resonates through the room
And, dressed in tribaldress and bra
You sychronize your fair motions
With the composition's rhythym
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Lead marks swept across the page,
Forming words, sentences and ideas,
Articulating fundamental truths,
An extension of the voice
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Approach the porcelain bowl
Pants are unzipped, thing is whipped out,
A stream of yellow Is released,
Much to my impatient relief
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