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Invisible Tribe

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We are the invisible tribe.
We build our civilization with pride.
We never run. We never hide.
We build and build and when we're done
we all sit down and have some fun.

Welcome to our feast today,
we wont disappear while you stay,
but when our tribe grows even more
we will be invisible as before
until we find another place
to build more huts and show our face

Poem (c) Lokutus Prime
Artwork (c) Leazz

Majick Hand

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This is the
majick tablet
that shows
how thy mind
creates and flows
such things of
excellent vibrancy,
colored full
of beauty
for all
the world to see.

Thy hand holds pen
and in the moment,
in the minute,
in the second,
in the hour,
all beauty flows
from thy sweet hand
in paintings of
such dazzling power.




Poem (c) Lokutus Prime
Illustration (c) Leazz

I fell of the world one night

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I fell off the world one night

Fell into the darkest plight,

all my senses told me so,

But still I heard a voice say “No!



You shall not become a shade

living in the darkest glade,

do not run from irrational fear,

reach out your hand, for She is near”.


Oh! the glory of Her light.

It blazed around me and the sight

Stopped my fall, stopped my descent,

caught me, held me, my strength spent.



She came to me in blazing fire

Her furnace beauty my desire

and brought me out of that Dark Place,

hauled back my fall through Her sweet grace.


I fell off the world one night

Fell into the darkest plight,

all my senses told me so,

but I returned and now I know



the healing power of Her glow

healed me, sealed me, kept me so.

I fell off the world one night,

But I returned, toward the Light....



Poem (c) Lokutus Prime
Illustration (c) Leazz

YOU ARE THE RAINBOW OF MY HEART

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SHE REACHES OUT

TO THE RAINBOW THERE

SOFT HAND STRETCHED

WITH TENDER CARE.

HER DEAR HEART

EXTENDS ITS LOVE

AND THE RAINBOW

RUFFLES ITS COLORS ABOVE.

HER GENTLE HAND

IS THERE TO SHOW

SHE IS PART

OF THIS RAINBOW.

NEAR BY, HOVERING, IS A HONEY BEE,

SIPPING FROM A NECTAR SEA.

AND THE ORCHID OFFERS

GOLD DUST SPRINKLED FREE.

SHE REACHES OUT

TO THE RAINBOW THERE

SOFT HAND STRETCHED

WITH TENDER CARE.

HER DEAR HEART

EXTENDS ITS LOVE

AND THE RAINBOW

RUFFLES ITS COLORS ABOVE.

HER GENTLE HAND

IS THERE TO SHOW

SHE IS PART

OF THIS RAINBOW.


Poem (c) Lokutus Prime
Picture & Illustrator (c) Leazz