There seems
A rawness of red..
Stories of
Blood and battle
Of red sunsets
Of red eyes
Of birthings
Of negative poles..
Uneasy
Yet fulfilling
Appearances of
What is...
Categories:
birthings, allusion, art, image, irony,
Form: Blitz
Spring Wind
Blowing blossoms
From leafing trees,
Like tiny fairies
Flying to another land.
A land where Spring is yet to come
The fairies curl to new limbs bare;
Again to bloom and wait
For the wind Giant’s blow.
‘Til each land is touched
And loved with new birthings,
Nature’s babes and pink flesh smiling;
When the Universe is complete.
And Spring’s Wind rests.
Categories:
birthings, fantasy, spring, universe,
Form: Quatrain
Sometimes choosing is a necessary
suckiness of life
Funerals trump weddings
Birthings trump most things
honesty trumps profits
soul-shine trumps cash
freedom trumps ********
your gun or my gun?
Depends on whose ass.
Categories:
birthings, happiness, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme