Dmytro from Trotskiev

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jul 2017

Home

Home ain't no safe, but it's my home,
And it greets me whenever back I come.
It's there for me get lost deep inside.
Even when I stand against the tide.

And I'm aware of dangers out here.
So I may wield a sword against fear.
But there are city lights giving hope.
And when obvion beckons i say "nope".

I wanna run away to mountains and beyond.
But I won't leave if could, ya see.
For those lights, they keep me ever on hold.

I wanna come back home saying to a mate there "hello".
Being glad that one cares enough to simply reply.
Then I shall adict to home's rhythm, adapt to it's flow.

#kiev #city #depression #danger #home #memories

Jul 2017

Jordon Rivir

Ode to a Poet(writer)

Ode to a Poet(writer)
I know you,
All alone
4am is when you feel most at home.
I feel you,
Blank page, full pen,
I see you,
Looking at a page waiting for a tale to unfold,
Behold!
When it starts, it flows,
I am you,
Hiding away, writing my pain,
Escaping reality,
Day to day,
We are art,
In the way we move,
We are the dreamer's and believer's
Pad and pen in hand til our dreams come true.
C. Tyler

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jul 2017

king and queen (lullaby)

In that room with a hundred woolen cradles.
In that room with a thousand bright candles.
there were so many little ones sleeping tight.
there was Old Queen singing halfway through the night.

she was sitting on a carpet so magically good.
and then Little King came in barefoot.
10 years old voice of kids' leader joined the tune with his thoughts and his breath and his heart.
and they began dancing slowly on that carpet with silent steps, both knowing acapella by hard.

suddenly he fell asleep in Queen's hands by himself lullabied.
and she'd let him go and so down to the carpet he'd slide.
and she left the room silent leaving children and Little King alone.
As the full moon was yet to be lullabied, Old Queen was gone.

#orphanage #children #lullaby #night #music #utopia

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jun 2017

children and teens

children, they believe.
they see the sun and feel it guide.
they see the moon and feel it guard.
children don't deceive.

teens, we know.
we know the limits that we ever break.
we all aludr to words untrue and fake.
forward we go.

don't ever tell me who is right.
we are both somewhat blind.
so neither can truth find.
but join us in our young rite.

Can't stop comparing...

#humanism #believe #religion #teen #young

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jun 2017

chaos is safe

we're safe, hear as we play and scream.
safe from the law and all lies on the screen.
We're safe in this crowd where each is self aware.
It's not blood, it's not faith, it's this safe chaos that we share.

and we live, as there's no law to forbid it.
and cross border. there's no guns to guard it.
and so we go, and you are free to run among us.
and so we go, dance with me under stars.

and dance with us in the field
those are lands that winds wield.
And we won't get caught or killed.
so go with me to this wild field.

#chaos #anarchy

Jun 2017

Betsy Garris Segui

Mountains & Seas

Head in the mountains
Heart in the seas
Feet in the rivers, in bays, in streams
Head in the logic
Heart in the dreams
Hands in the tension sew stitches and seams

Head in the skies
Heart in the breeze
Eyes in the stars chart new galaxies
Head in the wild
Heart in the free
You in my want, but not in my need.

Head in the clouds
Heart in the trees
Hair in the wind, like grasses and greens
Head in the known
Heart in myst'ries
Wishes in whispers waiting on maybes.

Head in the wander
Heart in the journey
Faith in the Author of my living story
Head in the mountains
Heart in the sea
Yet, Soul in the prayer of you finding me.

|b.g.|

#nature #journey #life #wander

Jun 2017

Drunk poet

lost orphans

Under the trees we danced
Around blue made fires
With love and unity
Entertained with flutes and moonlight stories
Dropping from the toothless mouth of our elders
Accompanied with Wise words and warnings
That we may not be blown by the wind
Or drenched by the rain
.
Soon,we became orphans
Left with no breast to ****
Fathers and mothers lost in battle
Against unceasing slumber
We are alone like an island surrounded
By waters of civilization
.
Now we are lost ,lost in ignorance
Our hands,not strong enough
To hold firm the calabash
Given to us by our dead
Filled up with warnings and wise words
So we lost it!
.
Our hen is pregnant
But claims the goat is responsible
We lack fountain
But beg for water
Our barns are full with yams
But we gnash our teeth in hunger
We have golds
But cry for stones
Our eyes are open
Yet,blind to behold
As the beauty of our rainbow unfolds.

Balogun Tolulopez Ayodeji David
(Drunk poet)
ANA AAUA chapter
2017