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Old school haiku
Water, wind and fire
Nature is spectacular
Gold hues are divine.
Tuesday Haiku 😉
‘Fire and Brimstone’
The stars of clarity
3 second freestyle writing that needs to work on all the me’s 😂😂).
Starting with the sun.
If the sun began with me
If tomorrow starts without me
I’ll live or die
Who will know but me?
The dawn would surely see
Reverential potential
That if the stars began within me
I’d allow them all rights to copy my vapid words.
Absolute in my vindication
The globe entirely could desecrate me.I don’t follow humans decree of mother nature’s rules
Usually..
A habitual sign of creative apathy
Nevertheless tomorrow will start- again
Infallibly
If I told you
If I told you about the sun hiding behind those dense clouds
Would you listen to the birds
No judgement obscuring your heart echoed all kindess reverberating sans sound?
If I told you I’m hopeful your frown would disappear once those beatific rays raise a trumpet of graciousness from the maelstrom without the heartbeat of sound?
No hyperbole would I wish on your demeanour
No drama I wish to demand to demand
Upon you, the courageous.
My loves
My nature -condensates
A lady of the lake I’m bound by multiple men burned my ambitious stakes.
Causing this reality to vaporise
No slumber can awake.
I rise
I rise without the tidal waves of mayan traditions
Perhaps I forsook
I live on a continent my own maker allowed me to sew piece by piece
Grains of sand did my ancestors drown making moulds of bodies with clay.
I wish you to know my character.
I wish you to know my elements like demeter-
a mother never begets her daughter.
Never left to the scriptures of men
Untold
Untaunted
Untainted
Neither ink forsaken
Neither word twisted by those history writers who forsake them.
their integrity .
My nature is conceived
Nor pre ordained by these seasonal flakes
These words are my own.
My love !
Don’t desert all we have accumulated of late.
Sinners are the reason martyers exist ?
Render me unfaithful
Eternal sin stains noir shades on my skin
grief knocks at my door with a leash in his hand
reads me my rights, instructions of the feelings I will parade with a downcast glare remember this moment of shame – remember the touch of the unfamiliar intimacy
Emotions torn from the sacred part Please don’t stare
Turn your eyes away -oh shame sit down I have lost my dignity – the grace to care
sinners are the reason the saints are adorned with absolute conviction in Believers prayers
(a stream of consciousness writing prompt 10 line poem REGRETS Poems_For_Life
Where SOCS
Where were the people when I needed them
Were they where I left them?
Did the full moon transform them into werewolves
In a warehouse coveted to me?
Why wear the fur of the monstrosity of nature?
Or are humans wary that they need some creature to poach so they can reach the clouds ?
Were this a poem,
A parable of wear and tear
I’d gladly state my animosity wherever it would state:
I’m a human feral.
A token to the lost parade
Share the flag of those who ask where to care and when!
Ex communication of self hatred
Shun not what you fear to understand
Don’t stigmatize the most inherent part in you; what makes you human!
Embrace each emotion &feelings.
My belief is if we hide our so called darker sides makes that part of our character stronger and unbalanced
Lessen that burden, become whole:
Be the full rainbow spectrum despite what your favourite colour is…
There is more to us than nuances of shady blacks & untouched white.
We have a choice to give in to or resist emotions that merely reflect we we are in our journey in life.
No journey is stagnant
No feeling is permanent.
Why are some emotions or feelings seen as bad or good? Aren’t they all important and deserve to be felt.
Nothing is stagnant.
It’s our fundamental nature to feel.
To question.
What do we do with our emotions ?
Our feelings and thoughts , what do we do with them?
Extract what you need in moderation?
This is not a comforting answer is it?
What is your answer ?
Noah’ s plight
Is mortal love the true sin of the man opposed to the laudable man blinded by a paradise of perfection?
We walk with no blood on our hands
Though we walk with bare feet over those corpses of our ancestors.
The biblical story of Noah is the parable of the modern day humanitarian plight.
We will return to the second day of creation fighting with sticks and stones
As prophesized by another mere mortal
As prophesized by another mere mortal sapian in well versed archaic rhetoric…
Musings of today
Savages of mockery
Life is a set of numbers within a market of numbers
And we
the
diminutive 1s
who in our moments of graphic growth grapple for an extra addition to our sum total of flock.
We end up divided by a minion of millions
We are
A herd of expletive multiplication lost to the world
Implicated
in
Watching her frock slashed by our greed.
We are the true savages running our mouths with inequality
a mockery
Hypocrisy.
The demise of the humanitarians philosophy .
The colony
My faith was tested by the colony
The cross bore into my chest like multiple sessions of ECGS
I thought I had forgotten what it was to feel like an honest me!
The strength of survival of the fittest
Compelled hope to flee
Or save me
My choice
Brainwashed for a profit
A racquet
Insidious to true inequality
I’m here
I’m an insurgent
Indulgently
Indignant to all the two faced flags
Denying
denoting
Independent thought
For the books to be written
of/
Off
philosophy
Clouded the dogma that corrupts those who believe in their infallibility
Water – a drop
A drop.
A drop.
A drop
Do not judge me
For my sapling survival
a birth of a scape goat to inscribe the words of a free spirit
With no country
I claim as my own
I am who I choose as my identity
Borderless
No government
No political movement can discriminate against my spirit
For I denounce those who cannot see the truth
In front of them
even when they kneel
Before nature
The only divine death
With nothing to face.
Sincerely,
The unknown scripture of abandonment sans fear
Mo by
How many times can a man kill
With the swell of pride in his heart
The ocean stained with the sins
Of his foibles and ills?
A death wish
Mammoth moments sunken by the greed of this lot
Moby dick stood afloat
Whilst man’s morals were lost.
To the rise of egos
The wan of humanity.
The flag ships raised
A toast to a humans descent into insanity.
Without affirmative action these are mere words of profanity
