The mind, a dormant stone

I want to do something better for you. I want to let you in so you can feel how I breathe, see how the blood spins around my organs. Inside. Outside. In me, I want you to see yourself. Your name in golden aura surrounded by my admiration for your dedication to family, your loyalty to love, to blood. Brother, hold me in this place where our hands are fused to cross the line: dead and living, body and soul, bleeding and soothing. My tears for you, unmasked and eternal. You’re my shelter. My realism and humility. You pull out the poison I feed myself, save me from another night of fatalism and resurrect me to promises of tomorrow. I live for you. Breathe in me; let it settle until the last breath falls from my tongue and our eyes lock and hands fuse as we chatter on into the unknown, together. for Anthony St. Jude Greene April 16, 1978 - July 24, 2011 written on April 16, 2013 -- Anthony's 35th Birthday 

Body of art, canvased in words. Unique to flesh, held relevant to all. Join me in a quest to find the minds that can expand kindness beyond breath, to the great ear of our Mother; the groin of our lives. The harvester of seeds -- body capsules released to orbit alone. Spirit travel beyond the body to make nest in new smiles; soul's recognition of brother sister and in between. Come forth to the pillars, this spirit of change. ~ Jessica M. Wilson September 24th @ Beyond Baroque in Venice: 11am-11pm http://www.bigbridge.org/100thousandpoetsforchange/?p=1515 Join us!  http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=182479165139074