I Am The Voice of Poetry Said Crow

I am the Voice of Poetry said Crow.
abd answered with a Shadowy Call
Without all my Feathers, what would I Know?
Without their Virtues, I wouldn't Enthrall

I'd not know where to mate or to Borrow
From one Talon of mine to ANother
Unknowing I may appear as their Sorrow
The Humans who fear me I don't KNow How

What can I do but watch their Despair?
Fly over their Heads make mine their Vision.
Oh My Poor Brother! How he must Suffer
What Torture Unbound must he Overcome?

I am What you Make of Me  Call me Art.
The Power of Unknowing Certainty.

BELIEVE IN THYSELF, TOLSTOY

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Grandmother Dine, I Want To Say Something

Grandmother Dine, I Want To Say Something

But I've forgotten Everything by Now

As you Appear you bring forth such Beauty

It causes Beauty in me with my Tears.

The Rainbow paints its Memory of Thee.

Imbued in Red and Blue Your Sunshine Soul

Upholding the Window Between Past and Now

Woven through Thistles of Tincture Dyed Panes

There is Holy Message in your Bearing

My Person bows to You, your Elegance,

The Quiet Hush Children and the Young Ones

swaddled in the Honor of the Sacred

Peace bless me now, my Mother has Spoken

Without Words for her Love of Concern

Williams to SornBtarn: From Drive to Rear View Mirror.

Gatesbillionstrum. A Novel Epic Dot.
It starts out as Predetermined or Bot.
It learns to Live as it's financed by Got
The Blotch Spot reveals nary a Thumbprint.
No hand ever wandered to its Digits
But for a Second Hand Barbituate
Like A GoV Contract Hack and the Widgit.
Seems like an App but it's just Micro Wit.
Thieving is Great for the Heartlessly Misfit
Tell me how Vices conglomerate Spit.
I will answer with Pi as Implicit.
Artificial Intellectualist.
Who Grants all Beauty is An Accident.
Who arrives to Clean up Sky Pavement?

CROW TO GENIUS, LOVE THYSELF

When as I do I meet neglected Genius,
As I do everyday as I witness.
I remain as observant as finesse 

Can let me be, when I meet a Genius.

I look through their Eyes as Crow showed me How.
I bring the Starlight to Mind as I do.
I follow procedure I watch and look.
For the signs they are hearing me Now.

I Love You, Your Genius is Beautiful.
It rests in the Halo between me and You.
LEt me tell you what I can hurry now.
I ask for your Attention, Stay Careful!

Don't let it Spring without Precautions!
Consult your Heart and your Environment

TOLSTOY AND RASKOLNIKOV

The pair meet at eye's length.  One strikes a Bell.
It Clamors with the Sound of all Evil.
It Annoys My Malevolence still.
Thoughts of how Hamlet would speak to Roskol

He'd plead Mayhem without Warning and Fall
Sophia and Sonia: Now Look Girls!
As Guilt appears Handsome and it Enthralls
You are your own Masters :  he is a Thrill

I can even imitate his Discourse.
He will run from responsibility.
He will writhe with all his ANgony's angst.
He won't wrestle bears that's for me.

I killed twice when my Innocence Murdered.
Then why didn't you tell me this Before?

AFTERNOON

--Oh Afternoon,  Cualli Tonali

Presaged in Dawn as to be Awakened

Just as a word turns into a Melody

If I knew how I would do it today

and Assure you, I will grow to ripen.

I won’t wake surprised by a singing bird

what dew is to sing makes the song pure

and bird can only answer way way, plural,

being more than one source of its music

But this is just the first moment of time

what of the rest of the morning’s events?

Its hopefulness looming as though a breast

that a baby seeks out for a meal’s eye

Which back to the same, Cualli Tonali

Drink to satisfaction, the hour is Here.