Thursday, August 27, 2015

A Parent's Clothes.

Like a child,
Trying on,
His parents',
Clothes, I,
Tried on the,
Armor of God:
 
Belt of Truth;
Chest-plate of Right;
Sturdy Gospel boots;
Shield of Faith;
Helm of Salvation;
And Spirit sword.
 
Each should've,
Been far too big,
And too heavy -
Together they'd,
(I would assume)
Swallow me up;
 
But the strong waist-belt,
And the heart's plating,
And the swift footwear,
Were much too tight!
Because I forgot first to,
Take off my own armor.
 
My hands were too full,
To grasp shield and sword.
My fat head was too full,
To don an iron helmet.
I learned a secret that day,
I must be less to be more.
 
~ Tiwago

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Summer Love.


jagged ambush bugs /
bringers of both death and life ||
merging of monsters
 
~ Tiwago
 
 

 (photography by tiwago)

Saturday, August 22, 2015

I HATE YOU!



 
"I hate you!"
 
I hear his voice,
'side me in bed -
I hear no more,
So I slip away.
 
"I hate you!"
 
"I hate your chinless face!"
"I hate your flabby middle!"
"I hate your odd long toes!"
"I hate your hairy ear-holes!"
 
"I hate you!"
 
"I hate your selfish stomach!"
"I hate your judging mind!"
"I hate your fearful heart!"
"I hate your hateful spleen!"
 
"I hate you!"
 
I hear His voice,
Inside my head -
I've made my God,
A ventriloquist's toy.
 
He loves me,
 
But I do not.
 
 
~ Tiwago

Friday, August 21, 2015

Politics as Usual:




The fruit of progress,

Withering on the vine,

As the blight of Fear,

Gnaws at society's roots ||

Leaders afraid to lead.



Meanwhile, off-shore accounts,

Decide for us whom we will follow;

While we go quietly into the night,

Mourning for our lost vital vibrancy,

Blaming others for our regression.



~ Tiwago

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Rory Rex:



Tattered ears,
Muscled neck,
Scarred visage;

Sits alone in search of peace,
Yet constantly vigilant,
For Young-Guns seeking status.

A King,
May not,
Retire...

                     ~ Tiwago



(photography by tiwago)

Monday, August 17, 2015

Thursday, August 13, 2015

a day in haiku :


 
 
 
soft pastels dawning/
low mist || prairie birds calling /
easing into day...
 
hard platinum sun /
at its relative zenith ||
rhythmic cicadas...
 
gilding all with gold/
elongated sun settles ||
pink egg leaving me...
 
ground stars a'twinkle /
crickets fiddle, for the moon ||
my soul rides an owl
 
 
~ Tiwago




(photography by tiwago)