When It Comes Right

Like the rumors spoken
By those who little know us
Are things that stand witness
Against who we are to be,
Without knowledge, thought,
Commitment enough
To forestall our destiny.
Life has played hard to injure
Our confidence and rob us
Of the greater strength,
But we were born for this time
Nurtured on reality’s roughness
Embued with intellect and love.
Distant castles and vast waters
Call our hearts and minds
To reach what is not easily won
In days when those who hold
Hold high places chase nothing
But their profit and give
Our treasure carelessly away.
Love will not always allow
Injustice, it is a sweetness but
Bears an incisive sword.

Ingest

I swallow the words
That come forward on my lips
Speak them, I may not,
But the taste of love upon
My tongue sweetens like honey.

My thirst, a swallow,
Or deeper draught of living’s
Liqueur dispensed smooth
To draw forth fortunate strength
Allowing sufficient courage.

Pain, sorrow, swallowed
By happiness becoming
Prominent abode
Inside body, mind, spirit, soul,
Love taking absolute control.

Reconstruct

They told us we should
Be content with whatever
Life chose to give us,
But we find there is a bit
Of us that wants for ourselves,
Sometimes we make things happen
Or set them along their way
For love and creativity
Are tools we have in play,
To help the world be kinder
And our minds resource creativity
All we are we give when we can away.
Some cannot understand how
We can be content with this
Because we may not chase those
Things they rule of importance
But love has its requirements
As does creativity and to some
Those are less significant,
Whereas they are life to us.

Tanka – Three

I do not know when I will have time to enter things today. I have these tankas I have written since 8:30am, so I am sharing.

In our hands and hearts
What we choose ourselves to be,
Kind, loving people;
Dedicated to gentleness,
Sharing creativity.

*****

Love may not always
Come as hoped nor when we wish
But welcome it is
However and whenever
It so happens to arrive.

*****

Take myself over
Yonder and remain unseen,
Hidden mystery,
For most never look closely
Enough to know who I mean.

Alright Now…

Spoken unbroken
Words of truth, capture rapture,
Then friends fall away,
Too strange, much too different,
Experience doubtless lacks verity.
Tears fall, falling heart
No one knows the sounding down
Flesh rips loose apart
Another betrayal, break
Where life it takes, no mistake.
The knife flenses skin
Baring the muscle exposing
The gentle genuine
Heart where creativity
Works toward immunity
To heal, repair, restart, torn
Tissue and issue confidence
Enough to brave the plague
Trial by fire, forged anew
Sourcing love for a future
Unforeseen with those
Able to believe the incredible.

Be advised writing can become simply art with very little of my knowing why. I hope it is that way for everyone at times, but inspiration can be sourced beyond me.