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Home is where the heart is
A place where warmth and comfort can be
A quiet place for just me
Where I can be alone
Even with everyone home
Where I can eat all day and sleep all night
Without anyone bothering me in sight
Away from the world
But still so close 
The world will always be an exciting place 
But home is where my heart is

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on this dog day this day of cloudless reeling where you send me without map or compass letters into the red water of your mescaline beauty where it is enough to sit next to it & feel the foolish tide, the safety of your animal slumber this is fumbling is fear is your bending by is too close to touch straight on this is shadow boxing your jaw with my eyes this is the blind movement towards you this is when i forget what my hands are for this is when i have the dream about your perfect teeth is slaughter is when i need the rules most lest i forget which game we are playing  . . .

2 Dream in Colour

Eye use 2 dream in colour Prisms of inner eagle visions Pastel spring High Park bloom colour Rich velveteen Rouge Valley autumn colour Feathers of winged ones Bond between father sky and mother earth Eye use 2 dream in colour Prisms of inner eagle visions All my dreams are beginning to fade My days are cooler At night Jack Frost visits me Knock Knock Knocking on my window pane Driving me insane with his insidious laugh Cuz he knows our people never come back . . .  Published in TOK: Writing the New Toronto, Book 6 . . .