24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Broken/Cycle of Life (Art)
It’s all wrecked.
We once made beautiful music
but we didn’t take care of it.
Uncared for things
Slowly decay…rot…
Come back later.
Once revisited they
can sometimes be
turned into art
for a new eye
and a new age.
Grieve then renew!
Sedoka
Do you love me still?
A question filled with fear.
You his behind your sadness.
I could not answer.
But my heart was elated.
I’m guessing I never did.
Mystery
Whitewashed mushrooms
like whitewashed sins
will not remain hidden
under the cover of foliage
the clue lies there
Hour 14
@varenyas
This is a story about two sisters
One fits society’s standards
Another not as much
Their names vary
But they always rhyme
One who questions everything
Not how they want them
One who simply obeys with a smile
Exactly how they want them
A story to teach morals
Respect, Smile and Serve the elders
God punishes those who’re not ideal
God gifts the other a great deal
But we know the world is far from ideal
Guess which one had to re-learn a great deal
And which one made it through the big wheel
So train them young
They can be an adult without being stung
One ideal and one not so much
It’s the story of two little girls
Jagged beauties! The art of earth and stars made real!
Molten crust breathed into sandy caves cools with infinite adagio.
Slow and silent. Motionless, if you please, deep beneath the roots
of fungi, trees, and dinosaurs, molecules align like soldiers on a quest
for perfection. Aligned in time, bound by space and movement unseen.
Beautiful smoke of the earth holding fire, occult and primordial,
the greatest of antiquities to admire in our brief flash of life.
Smoke of creation, carbon pure, breath of life radiates from your points.
Electrons fly, and back again in timeless synchronicity.
Yet, you are still and poised, reflecting sunlight through smooth facets
of jagged beauty! The art of earth and stars made real!
Beautiful smoke of the earth holding fire, occult and primordial
I have witnessed from that place without age, glimpsed as you grew
into pointing this way and that, rainbows from a pure world of love alone,
Hear the whispers of your astral guides – their destinies, like ours
hurtling through space wrapped in time’s back and forth agenda.
Its not about them
Its about you
Do you love what you are doing ?
Do you enjoy what you are doing?
Do you care about what you are doing ?
Do you enjoy about who you have became ?
Do you nourish your body ?
Its not about them
Its about you
The you that you want
~ selffullness is important
God Waited
From the day we met, the stars always knew, one day, a lonely
womb would meet its match. We buckled up and drove small mountain roads
to watch our city glow. But as we went we didn’t know an empty
tomb stood before us. We watched as we fell, but knew: God waited.
Sharia law rules America
Our shameless reel us backwards
Clean the slate please
Fuelled,
Bodies supplied,
Hade’s flame salutes,
Rising applause of deaths tithe,
Burning.
Bodies,
Consumed flesh
Fodder for our blaze,
Feeding the ravenous inferno,
Consumed.
Silent,
My offering,
Departed from this world,
Conflagrations feast gratefully given
Devoured.