Born in the High desert
Of Kawaika hono, Tsimina hono, Tsi tsi Minadza
Kiva son and brother
to the tall men here on earth and those gone far too soon it seems they have a club of sorts too cool for this buffoon they have a way of play with words and get away with so much more
By Haothsih4 years ago in Poets
it settles on my mind entering through the pipe in my skin swimming into my veins floating in my lungs whispering spoiled lullabies
it comes but once to any or all springing erupt between the earth sudden winter upon a hearth a sizzling summer touch
By Haothsih5 years ago in Poets
who would have thought those sunsets traveled the dark and void only to find their true brightness in our sky why does the moon so soft and paled alight
