Dawn King

Mar 2017

Traveler

I mean no drama
In my busy backbone stance
I laugh it off
But my sarcasm likes to dance

Words are free
They cost us nothing
We give them away
When we say something

So here are some words
That describe being friends
Put them in your pocket
And hold them within...

I hold no grudge
No resentment lingers
No vengeance is mine
No pointing of fingers

Bygones be bygones
Let us be one
Voice of reason
All said and done...

Traveler Tim

#love #psychology #spells #craft

Mar 2017

South-by-Southwest

Bridge of Rebellion

I crossed the bridge
of my rebellion
only to find the truth
implanted firmly
on the other side
The stars laugh
at my audacity
"We've seen your kind before .
Their bones lie in the holes
of forsaken eternity"

I cry out to proclaim
"Even the stars
will have a judgement day .
You burn brightly now but
In the end you will have to pay ."

Nothing lasts forever
Not the stars nor
even this universe
Even the blackness
of outer space
has it's time marked down
as to a final resting place

So as for me I crossed my bridge
I have nothing more to say
I stand here and I'm trembling
Frightened and excited
of what the will
will be

#bridge

Dawn King Mar 2017

And once I was a poet

And once I was a poet
Words poured out
Just as waterfalls do
Among the fauna and flora

And once I loved a man
Tears poured out
Just as scorned ones do
Among the lie and injury

And once I was a scholar
Dreams poured out
Just as the progressive do
Among the movers and shakers

And once I was a hussler
Schemes poured out
Just as survivors do
Among the users and takers

And once I was a nomad
Splendor poured out
Just as free souls do
Among the winds and gods

And once I was a poet

This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.

Dawn King Feb 2017

Fragments

Shattered broken fragments
Scattered about the floor
I've touched each one
And the ones before

Together
Never

Forming a whole;
I'll touch them no more

This is an original work by Dawn King and must not be copied.

Dawn King Jan 2017

Wounded

They wounded you with
such precision and concise
motive that you didn't even
notice the tidal wave of
emotional atrophy seeping
into your bones like a reticent
relentless trepidation
that left you so
inexplicably guarded
that you view even the
most exquisite act of
persuasion as an
ulterior motive.

I pause with
inclination brought on by
the defining moments in
time that your cloaked
soul was visible yet
inescapably sublime.

Jan 2017

Elizabeth Squires

Ghost Ship (Paradelle)

on night's ebony ocean
on night's ebony ocean
the ghost ship did sail
the ghost ship did sail
night's ghost ship did sail
on the ebony ocean

twas an illusion of a boat
twas an illusion of a boat
floating across a darkened sky
floating across a darkened sky
an illusion of a boat
twas floating across a sky darkened

silvery light emanated from the vessel
silvery light emanated from the vessel
as it navigated those vast seas
as it navigated those vast seas
the silvery vessel navigated those seas
as from it vast light emanated

twas an illusion of a boat
silvery light emanated from the vessel
floating across a darkened sky
the ghost ship did sail
as it navigated those vast seas
on night's ebony ocean