Showing posts with label Writing - Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing - Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, April 15, 2021

Stewardship

In the darkness there is no where to hide. 
Lit up like a beacon.
For life, for death. 

For every breath.

Fire light
Soul sight
Heart might

For every breath.

For life, for death.
Lit up like a beacon.
In the darkness there is no where to hide. 

The stars are too bright
Far away, and so near. 
Each alone, dancing together. 

Swirling the planets. 
Touching the ether. 
Singing with electromangetic pulse. 

Can you hear it? 
Can you feel it? 
Are we to die
In honor of the lie?
Can you feel the elements cry?

Forced to do what they were not meant to do
Forced to carry out orders and accept them too.
Their natures bent and twisted, falling out of place.
Acid rain. 
Plastic rain. 
The cycles do what they must. 
But in us, they can't trust.

But they want to. 
In that we can change our tune. 
Forsake our doom. 

For life, for death.
For every breath. 

Cycles aright. 
No fear in sight. 
Beautiful light. 

It is this we must choose.
For life, for death
For every breath

A future bright.


Tuesday, July 21, 2020

The Sound

echoes       . . .    . . .     . . . 
                   echoes       . . .    . . .     . . . 
                                       echoes      . . .    . . .     . . . 
Fractals of sound
                   echoes       . . .    . . .     . . . 
                                      echoes      . . .    . . .     . . . 
                                                         echoes      . . .    . . .     . . . 
reverberating 
in {{{ripples}}} 
    
                    and 〜⌒waves〜⌒

deeper 
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deeper
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deeper
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farther      . . .    . . .     . . . 
farther      . . .    . . .     . . . 
farther      . . .    . . .     . . . 

Struck like a gong 
curious is the sound. 
saromei
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saromei      . . .    . . .     . . . 
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saromei      . . .    . . .     . . . 
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Struck like a gong
changed by the sound.
saromei 
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saromei      . . .    . . .     . . . 
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saromei      . . .    . . .     . . .
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Struck like a gong
chosen by the sound. 
saromei
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saromei      . . .    . . .     . . . 
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saromei      . . .    . . .     . . .
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Swept away
by the sound ((()))
of 
. . .     . . .     . . .〜⌒{{{HOPE}}} 〜⌒〜 . . .    . . .     . . .



Wednesday, July 1, 2020

For my child

For my dchild for their 17th birthday this year. 
Haiku written by me. Inspired by one of thier good friends. 
Prisma color pencil and ink (that glitters in the light). 
Click on the image to enlarge. 




The Five Haiki of Empowerment

None can make me die
There's always a way to fly
I soar through the sky

I fly unconquered
I fly by power of word
I fly my heart heard

I see with spirit sight
In the dark I am the light
Filled with sacred might

I grin like the sun
And when all is said and done
Kicking ass is fun

My flame eternal
My truth's domain supernal
My life plentiful