As we All gather this Solstice season The Three Children of Abraham dancing with Brahma and Vishnu knowing Shiva will have the mic drop. Let's let fate's feet erase our future on a stage carved of Mandalas carried away on a Turtle's Shell. For I am we, each grain in wind at your back Happy Holidays to All #BabbyBobby #smallpoems
So we sit back to back unable to see the clock of time to unstable to hit rewind For I just need to see the need for me to exist in your eyes Moving forward into locked doors columns stuck in polite solute churning in unasked chores stuck in a chat set to mute chorus My watch says its time to listen so let me tell you this No More Its time I take back my sto
I struggle to hold G7 and drop a pinkie to G just off key or screech of a scratching fret regrets in rebounding sounds you know what’s right but holding on to truth always so hard. #smallpoems
residual individuals residue in cruel refuse of normal use. JUST Gruel of ritual tribunals to undo spiritual refuel in usual and useful perceptual and sensual dual illusions #smallpoems #writingcommunity
Hermits hurled in terminals of permanent swirl curled into sermons predetermined to get across our blue pearl in dharmic flicks of souls sent on air #smallpoems
#smallpoems As feet seap into debris and leaves squeeze in between toes Our seat, our tree An epiphany Initially we can not see the enemy within me yet we seek delivery from the litanies of scress and decress that seize sounds that surround when real silence inside all that can't be found abounds in a Progeny we seek synchrony in songs sun on tears falling i
#smallpoems Carion feast of truth unsparing beasts tearing into sinew of what we we knew beaks sink into precarious cascades of falibility swallowing falling veracity Ravaging our capacity to awaken the foresaken as Barbarian hordes of ruthless authoritarian Lords have made false claim to maim and stack carcassess of facts as talons rip into victims in nefar
Dipped brim hidden chin limbs swim on rims of slim pseudonyms whispering truths on the wind hymns of imposters skim the rosters of the prim and proper #smallpoems
You may not believe in luck or Divine, but every page The Sage opens up has nutrients to fill our cup Sounds in time and thoughts in cadence reflective rhymes wafting in a fragrance of effectiveness #smallpoems
take aim Say a Name Proclaim!! defame those whose shame and misname to acclaim fame The endgame Reclaim names of those slain who overcame the freeze-frame of racist history #smallpoems #lra2020
which stitch in this niche will switch a glitch so instead it enriches kids in unhitched fitness to witness evidence pitched in fast-stiched quilts of knowledge Find THAT string and ring its school bell #smallpoems
In slipstreams of phonemes dreams glean on wakes of namesakes that shake grammar as examiners in laminar flow Yet pressure swirls while sounds unfurl in ambient velocities by champions of verbosity #smallpoems