One Poem by Jeff Steinle

Obsidian Tears

Beware the brier patch histories mourner,
You think the world has turned a corner?
Beware ecstatic delight super illuminated soul,
Or Hatfield and McCoy will dig you a hole.
Because no logic was necessary, or is now,
And even Peta still can't save Bessy the cow.
Yet state of nature dovetails mind into the divine.
We made of knotted sting,
We all dingalings,
In union will the universe.
Stem in flower repeat and reverse;
Obsession, craving love stories;
Confusing cholera with love.
You my kimberlite pipe,
A diamond in dirt to retrieve and wipe.
Tears from obsidian eyes.
Maya, and illusion of knowledge dies.
Malignant nub, controlling Medusa media, goddess or skank.
Worldwide hub, you nurtured with a language plank.
Walked together, built together, and with gratitude thanked.

{Poem by Jeff Steinle}