protect this one in
softnesses of silken cloth,
emerald green and a
brightness of spiritual
wholeness, forever safe kept.
assault
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protect this one in
softnesses of silken cloth,
emerald green and a
brightness of spiritual
wholeness, forever safe kept.
assault
if you walk alone
in the narrow streets of heart
you are quite destined
to meet an angel of love
lurking to embrace you there
rape
Hips shaken, swerving
on the rolling disco floor:
waves in neon light.
We lean on recreated
rhythms, dance to fill the dark.
whoops, that's soul (not rape)
rape
ripping, tearing shreds
life gashed, screaming voicelessly
driving violence
a darkness of the human
soul, emotional wasteland
live fast
there's not much time leftQuote:
Originally Posted by CdnReader
to waste in futile babbling
let us do something
get our wishes fulfilled
make most of the time wasted
shrink
tiny bits of life
tucked into hidden pockets
of shirts and aprons
shrunk to size, determined to
fit in smallest dimensions
fraud
you broke your promise
went back on your given words
you are a stone heart
how can I love a feigner
why should I give you my heart?
frivolity
Lately i noticed only a few of us follow this actually:
But the tankas sound so much better if we do. :)Quote:
The first three lines (kami no ku) usually present an image or thought and the last two lines (shimo no ku) shift the focus to a related idea.
Aquamarine waves
Throb one upon other, form
Fleeting silver domes…
Preposterous waves, trying
To make it look sensible.
esprit de corps
lovely:)Quote:
Originally Posted by symphony
what's in store for us
in this world and world beyond
the present moment
is all that we have for now
let's cherish its company
finch
tiny bird sings songs
in bright guilded dulcet bars
tiny beak Darwin
noticed evolution's mark--
others notice only pets...
valor
soldiers, pick your arms
march toward enemy land
teach them a lesson
so they always remember
valor shines in battle field
gossip
tongue wags on both ends--
silence forgotten golden
telephone, tell all--
certain factual you bet!
I got it from the horse's mouth!
Diva
mens' hygienic needs
do not require extra kits
to protect themselves
they can move their sticks freely
bounce their balls without cups
libido
treacherous it may
fullfills but tiresome to say.
through time and years long
decay and hopeless gestures
burned ashes remain to wail.
depression and sadness
nothing is the same
nothing pleases my sad heart
flowers look so dull
clear sky seems to fall on me
with all its stars- without you
satisfaction