People see my thorns,
Thinking they're icons,
Of my hate and spite -
But in my reality they,
Are awkward prayers,
Cast in darkest fears,
For grace and mercy.
~ Tiwago
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Poetry by Tiwago
Struggling to make sense out of a random world through non-random word play.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
The Thorn From My Flesh -
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Saturday, May 18, 2013
Gamera
I walk upon a spinning turtle -
Dizzy from its centripetalness.
I fall upon the green carapace,
And hold on with all my might,
To the stems of life around me.
Closing eyes, I face the light -
Freeing my mind to soar far away.
Until I fly too close to the sun.
~ Tiwago
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
In The Woods -
woodland floor
like a leopard
patterns shift
softly dappled
eyes want more
~ Tiwago
Thursday, May 9, 2013
A Dirty Poem -
trees' past glories decompose /
fungal threads joined into lace /
sacred earthworms making earth
~ Tiwago
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
My Hand Covers Up The Sun:
The sun is such a small thing,
To make such a big difference;
While I am such a large thing,
To make so little a difference.
~ Tiwago
Saturday, May 4, 2013
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