Wednesday, March 25, 2015

The Ancient Ones.

Living
... too long;
... in want and unease;
... in fear of frailty;
... in growing isolation;
... beyond the best-used-by date.
 
Undead mute ghosts;
Immaterial mushrooms;
Welfare wallowers;
Archived and warehoused;
Feeble; senile - labeled.
Beloved only by scammers,
And drug companies.
 
"Elected" corporate whores -
Old white men snorting Koch,
Ignoring their fellow elders;
Using the country we built,
To grind us into gold dust;
Feeding us patriotic placebos.
 
If you want us to die already,
At least have the balls,
To kill us swiftly!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Lest, someday, we again arise,
And regain our forgotten voices,
And come to redeem old debts.
 
 
 
~ Tiwago

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Temporal Art.


 Painted horses painted,
Running 'longside Bison,
'Cross an old Bison hide,
Tanned with patient care.
Essence of tribal events,
Caught - mental cameras,
Telling a cinematic story -
Telling Truths behind facts:
Joining; binding; defining.

Counting ancestral winters.

                          ~ Tiwago




Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Passion Play.


 
 
Jesus slowly,
progresses,
towards,
death,
+
then,
rushes,
like springtime,
overwhelming!
 

                       ~ Tiwago

Monday, March 9, 2015

Friday, March 6, 2015

Haiku Of Koi.


 
 
the old koi grows stout -
never knowing winter's bite ||
a pond's ornament.
 
gold, brass, and silver -
chain-mail of precious metals ||
summer sun captured.
 
floating so peaceful ||
does she remember her youth,
in a crowded tank?
 
curvature of light -
fin's and ripple's grace-full lines ||
watery veil-dance.
 
~ Tiwago