Tag Archives: Hope

Blooming

for my Purple Creature

Please, please, don’t think that
butterflies are silly with
a short memory

Please, please, don’t think that
they sit on this withered bush
without a purpose

No… They remember
its beauty. They remember
all colors and forms

How it bloomed before
a thunder-bolt that summer
Yes, they remember

They sit the same day
every year… it’s a present
The birthday present
The present from butterflies
for their depressed withered friend

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

My cheerful face seems very bleak ~ The one very bright collaboration

Well… According to Wiio’s laws every next word in this headnote increases the risk of misinterpretation of what I tried to say. Let me be terse. Let me present my new collaboration and my new fantastic partner.

Will Tigs, thank you! You gave me some really important lessons…
(Oh…. And now I will stop blabbing! Wiio’s laws are upon us!)

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yellow-face-female-face-1921

Yellow face (Female face), 1921. Kuzma Petrov-Vodkin

My cheerful face seems very bleak
and the hopes I have are hollow.
My mouth is dry and unable to speak.
I live my life in sorrow.

My instincts seem so synchronized,
yet my genitals are sterile.
My eyes are weak and hypnotized,
I spend my days in peril.

My death is near. I have gangrene.
Pray for me, you happy fools!
On you alone I vent my spleen,
Don’t play with edged tools.

My memoirs I now will edit
to spread my story far and wide.
To devil I give all the credit.
He is my savior and my guide.

Though I live my life in sorrow
and my days are spent in peril,
I still wish to see tomorrow
and to do more good than ill.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & WILL TIGS
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // Living Rats Saw God (Haiku) by Ry Hakari

Carrot-sun, sky-stick —
Change, chased to the horizon,
every eve, escapes…

Last night I dreamed I
shaved my head to symbolize
this loss of progress

“Life is a rat race —
crawled bald, cradle to the grave”,
Wise Solomon says

Simple Simons say,
“Happiness is denying
cold reality”

I’m caught in between
dying in light of the truth,
accepting my lot

Living a half-life
in darkness of denial
of what I can see

I want to believe
things are better then they seem,
living lucid dreams…

I want to believe
my future’s not this fragile,
living denial…

I want to believe
where there’s a will, there’s a way,
living life, not lies…

I want to believe
when I die, life was worthwhile,
winning the rat race…

Søren Kierkegaard,
Christian Devil’s Advocate,
just like me, has said

“Life can only be
understood backwards; but it
must be lived forwards”

I want to believe
and read backwards “dog was star”,
living “rats saw god”…

by RY HAKARI
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // “Me” VS “We” by Purple Creature

This world is whack… there is no looking back.
Hating and greed, need to be a thing of the past.
The Universe is endless, but earthlings are so;
Narrow-minded people…
Self-centered twits…
Instead of thinking Global we think of “me”.

This world is so whack, I bet were the laughing stock.
Other life, in other worlds throughout the milky way
Point to earth, and tell their children how not to be.

The day will come,
When the oceans dry up,
When the trees and grass wither away,
When the sky becomes polluted with gas and decay…
And life on this planet called earth, will no longer be.

We will just be another flicker in the sky, for another world to see
And they will wonder, if there was ever life up there…
Their once was it’s a sad state of affairs, what was once so filled with promise
Turned out to be wretched despair…

This world is whack, but I am here to declare
Its not to late to turn this ship around, and set a new sail!
For a new horizon,
For a new hope,
One filled with love and happiness.

It starts with one person, and then two or three
And before you know it, all we have are “we”.
So lets stand tall and together, hand in hand, lets knock down all the walls together.
And instead of a people of “Me” we will be known as a people of “We”.
Forevermore.

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // A Little-Ball Of Yellow-Fluff by Field of thorns

A Little-Ball
Of Yellow-Fluff
Influenced by
An unknown breeze
It glides across the sky
In search of
Hope and Faith —
While Watchers-Watch
In total dismay
The Yellow-Fluff
Heads on its way
Turning-Heads
As it goes
Hoping they
Will watch the show

by FIELD OF THORNS
© All rights reserved 2015