Category: Enlightenment

So many Qs

  I ponder where do their hopes differ  She drinks of crimson red drops And bites of his flesh They wash the darkness away to reveal a heart white as snow and filled with gold   The sun and moon sing Leave them be, let them believe Without hope man dies.   I ponder yet again … Continue reading So many Qs

For the love of Id

Today I give of a different side of me. A side hidden under the layers you want to see. The side of me drowning in a sea of guilt. Ignoring your life buoys, I struggle in desperation as the tides rise and the storm builds. This storm is of your make. Your rules are the death … Continue reading For the love of Id

Be Woke

Opaque is his mind Torrents of rain won't clear it But the Woke still sees After many years of ruminating, I have come to see that a firm stare and harsh voice doth not a cruel heart make. Just as soft words and gentle features doth not a kind heart make. So be mindful. Helpful … Continue reading Be Woke

Be what you seek

  I leaf through the books of old. Like a leech to skin, I suck in the feats of warriors past. Each word gives light to stories not written. I wish I could tell each of them that none is forgotten. Their descendants takes delight in their every effort. In every word and thought left … Continue reading Be what you seek

Conquer the world – Just a horse ride

I, A horse, Awaiting Her brave rider. I am not  choosy Neither am I easy. The rider's will matters here. I won't be conquered by the weak. My language is persistence and strength. Control your mind, believe in you, you'll win. Lake of bright fire Beside, blue green river flows Battle of equals He Falters, … Continue reading Conquer the world – Just a horse ride

Vita

A stage, a market place, I have been called many names. But few know my real name. I tell it to whom I wish. A lucky few will heed those before and learn my secrets. Many would rather hear from the horse's mouth while they wine and dine me. I do not blame them. I … Continue reading Vita

A poet’s promise

    Should this pen fail me, Should this papyrus crumble, I shall tarry not. My blue blood will on stone write. I'll sacrifice to earn light. ©Aweni Image credit: Google This Tanka poem is in response to Colleen’s weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The prompts for this week’s challenge are synonyms of GIVE and RECEIVE. … Continue reading A poet’s promise

Immortal

It's behind closed eyes, My immortality rules, In sleep and in death. In between, I live though dead, Ceaselessly longing to fit. ©Aweni Image credit: Pezibear This post is in response to Colleen's weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The prompts for this week's challenge are synonyms of BELONG and DREAM.  

Mind sex

  She made love to his mind. This was no balderdash like phone sex. Apologies to aficionados. Theirs was dynamite and illuminating. But just a sandglass long. He knew it not as sin. Until he could look his wife not in the eye.   ©Aweni Image credit: Deflyne

Before a fall, sycophants rule

They uttered all the words he wanted to hear. Excitement tore at him from within. The big rush of adrenaline he felt Propelled him onto clouds Dark with his pride. Upon them he stood, Until they fell as shame. What a rude awakening he had, When his body struck the ground. Ouch! They weren't in … Continue reading Before a fall, sycophants rule