into the light
praying for justice
praying for peace
into the night
fighting for justice
fighting for peace
evolve into the light
no need to fight
let the night be lit with stars
and moonlight
let silence fill the air
with love
may all wounds be healed
hear our prayers
hear our prayers
hear our prayers
tired of the suffering
it’s killing us
all
https://redbearx.com nominated me for the Blogger Recognition Award.
Rules
1. Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
2. Write a post to show your award.
3. Give a brief story of how your blog started.
4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
5. Select up to fifteen bloggers you want to give this award to.
6. Comment (or pingback) on each blog to let them know that you’ve nominated them, and provide a link to the post you’ve created.
1. Thank you Red Bearx ❤ https://redbearx.com
Your kindness, compassion and humor have touched my soul…your song and music bring me close to your sweet angelic voice and peaceful wisdom mind..i love your poetry…you are my favorite poet…unpretentious, and romantic, gut wrenching and spontaneous, humorous, and wise….and i am so honored to have met you…even if its only here at WP…..
2. (Done)
3. My blog started during one of the most traumatic experiences of my life….
I initially wanted to name my blog : SONGS OF SAMSARA, but when i googled it
that title was already chosen by a musician for his album….so i changed the “S”
to “Z” .
4. I really don’t think i am qualified to give advice to new bloggers….i only know
that i enjoy reading biographical and autobiographical poetry and stories…
My poetry is mostly from gut wrenching experiences in love….
I chose to expose the dirty side….and how it affected me….purging
my emotions….sometimes in a state of drunken bliss
I do not write down my poetry….i compose it straight from my keyboard…and
mostly with no or little revision….maybe half of it has been written while
drinking wine or gin and tonic….i am quiet mostly with my emotions…and
the alcohol helps me open up….like popping the cork….
5. I want to give this award to: https://earthwalkingworld.wordpress.com
When you read his blog, it’s like reading a good book you can’t put down….
Always entertaining and exhilarating stories from his life ! I hope he writes
a book some day !!!
6. (Done)
sitting here about to
unwrap
unzipping
your pack
then
my lips touch your skin
and i suck
you in
i quit
and start again
and again
again
my virgin lips
that never kiss
they only
suck
and blow
you’ve fucked me up
but i still go
sucking
like a hoe
i do you
and do you
do you
and do you
do you
and
do you
doe
why
do you
do you
do you
do you
do you
do you
always want
more
awakening from my sleep
a night of dreaming
to another dream…. awake
I had a dream about the Dalai Lama last night. He was on a roller coaster ride with a bunch of kids behind him… he was in control of the speed and made it go REAL FAST…when it stopped… everyone was extremely tired and I had to help them get into bed…they were so sweet and well behaved kids…as I left them to sleep one of them wanted to say a Tara mantra (like saying your prayers)… I had forgotten how to say it…so the tired Dalai Lama said it laying down …
Funny how dreams come together from bits and pieces of your daytime encounters…
I was talking to someone earlier that day how my life was like a scary roller coaster ride…
I also saw several photos of the Dalai Lama before I went to bed…
I also thought about a mantra before I went to sleep…
I also watched a documentary last night about child trafficking & Hollywood Satanic influence…
I also mentioned to someone before i went to sleep , how i am not very good at writing prose and storytelling….and that was why i wrote poetry instead…haha
I have been writing down my dreams for decades….it’s like trying to interpret cryptic poetry……sometimes my poetry is very cryptic….like dreams….
I revised this post exactly 27 times already…………
i rarely revise my poetry…..
the rocks that rumble silently are mine
earth sounds i hear beat rolls across my room
i scratch the beat that’s dead created time
and weave into this solid mass time loom
rock is the photograph of times ruin
continuation clings like a disease
yet the living sleep inside a tomb
entertaining themselves with memories
winding antique clocks under christmas trees
ignorant of timeless and flawless days
writing diaries and painting the seas
chiseling emotions from time stained clays
and i pity us, if we too follow
these blind hypocrites in time they wallow
(1967)
it’s half past three
i had my pee
smoking a cigarette
for free
waiting for sleep to kick in
the cats still out
and i am in
my neck is sore
coughing from smoke
the world is dying
it’s not a joke
my hands are dry
from so much washing
i forgot to think of flossing
thank god i have
food to eat
and toilet paper
by my seat
