11/16/2015
For Paris
Labels:
meditation
Mad Man Mostly Mashes Words
For Paris
Labels:
meditation
Mad Man Mostly Mashes Words
11/13/2015
HAIKU WINTER SERIES 5
colours
is there a music
in silence's beating heart
as fall screens summer
HAIKU WINTER SERIES 5
colours
is there a music
in silence's beating heart
as fall screens summer
FORGIVENESS
do see sin
before do not
before do not
be aware
do be fair
with yourself
where is the subtle
difference
difference
cannot colour shame
while witnessing
a sunset
while witnessing
a sunset
sea sin sounds
have no music
subtle is the rhythm
rhyme is the shell
have no music
subtle is the rhythm
rhyme is the shell
cannot colour shame
while witnessing
a sunset
while witnessing
a sunset
too many colours
and the sea washes with sounds
that have a silence
that is a music
that have a silence
that is a music
so many rhythms
to keep a beat
that rhymes
to keep a beat
that rhymes
silent sounds have no sins
songs of the sea sunset
wash endlessly away
songs of the sea sunset
wash endlessly away
there is no silence
in the colours of a sunset
subtle is the rhythm
in the colours of a sunset
subtle is the rhythm
sounds have no rythm
beats cannot rhyme
when colours paint the sunset
silent sounds have no sins
beats cannot rhyme
when colours paint the sunset
silent sounds have no sins
and the sea washes with sounds
that have a silence
that is a music
that have a silence
that is a music
cannot colour shame
while witnessing
a sunset
while witnessing
a sunset
do be fair
with yourself
with yourself
too many colours
al mendoza 2015
Labels:
meditation,
poem,
poetry
Mad Man Mostly Mashes Words
FORGIVENESS
do see sin
before do not
before do not
be aware
do be fair
with yourself
where is the subtle
difference
difference
cannot colour shame
while witnessing
a sunset
while witnessing
a sunset
sea sin sounds
have no music
subtle is the rhythm
rhyme is the shell
have no music
subtle is the rhythm
rhyme is the shell
cannot colour shame
while witnessing
a sunset
while witnessing
a sunset
too many colours
and the sea washes with sounds
that have a silence
that is a music
that have a silence
that is a music
so many rhythms
to keep a beat
that rhymes
to keep a beat
that rhymes
silent sounds have no sins
songs of the sea sunset
wash endlessly away
songs of the sea sunset
wash endlessly away
there is no silence
in the colours of a sunset
subtle is the rhythm
in the colours of a sunset
subtle is the rhythm
sounds have no rythm
beats cannot rhyme
when colours paint the sunset
silent sounds have no sins
beats cannot rhyme
when colours paint the sunset
silent sounds have no sins
and the sea washes with sounds
that have a silence
that is a music
that have a silence
that is a music
cannot colour shame
while witnessing
a sunset
while witnessing
a sunset
do be fair
with yourself
with yourself
too many colours
al mendoza 2015
Labels:
meditation,
poem,
poetry
Mad Man Mostly Mashes Words
CLOSER TO THE SKIN
CLOSER TO THE SKIN
hair to where
yes, but not there
close clipping, avoid knicking
yes, but not there
close clipping, avoid knicking
shaving some salvation
abrupt is the departure
saving little pieces
soon forgotten
closer to the skin
is a warmth
abrupt is the departure
saving little pieces
soon forgotten
closer to the skin
is a warmth
that is nearest
to where some salvation
closely clipped, avoided nicks
magic majesty
a jester maiestas
posing and performance
seeking warmth
closer to the skin
soon to be forgotten
a jester maiestas
posing and performance
seeking warmth
closer to the skin
soon to be forgotten
and the heart knows
remembers how
abrupt is the departure
saving little pieces
not soon forgotten
we are jesters maiestas
Labels:
meditation,
poem,
poetry
Mad Man Mostly Mashes Words
CLOSER TO THE SKIN
CLOSER TO THE SKIN
hair to where
yes, but not there
close clipping, avoid nicking
yes, but not there
close clipping, avoid nicking
shaving some salvation
abrupt is the departure
saving little pieces
soon forgotten
closer to the skin
is a warmth
abrupt is the departure
saving little pieces
soon forgotten
closer to the skin
is a warmth
that is nearest
to where some salvation
closely clipped, avoided nicks
magic majesty
a jester maiestas
posing and performance
seeking warmth
closer to the skin
soon to be forgotten
a jester maiestas
posing and performance
seeking warmth
closer to the skin
soon to be forgotten
and the heart knows
remembers how
abrupt is the departure
saving little pieces
not soon forgotten
we are jesters maiestas
Labels:
meditation,
poem,
poetry
Mad Man Mostly Mashes Words
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