Prairie Fields Prophetic Parables 1 : New Wave Poetry

Fields of prophetic dreams Edict 1

The emerald eye; painted with perfume black eyeliner

Writing curtains, praying to stop disasters of earthquakes

White orbs; traveling the sky in glitters, the milky way in a full moon

Aromatic voices give the voice of prophesy

Golden silks of corn liquor, mixed with turquoise drops

Aromatic, half and full drams

Sample “vials” warnings headed

stops catastrophes,

If his children change, the world listens= stops

Setting the sun, rising emerald eyes

Earthquakes come in skies of city of Angels

Silicon valley’s sink in cracks

The rich become the poor

Hollywood hills becomes a toxic dump

For pouring filth on children

Grinding cord, the coyote spirits rise in red six point eyes

Warriors fly weapons in new age from their eyes

Heat turns the West to deserts

Close orb, black dot off

Parables of Nemesis

Scribed 2005 redraft November 19^th 2007

The blue rose