Marka Acton: Favorites

Oct 2016 Marka Acton

Pax

are so small, like a stain
unseen
hiding in plain
sight
just waiting
to be found
remains invisible
like its never around.

© Pax

October 2016

just random thoughts.

https://www.instagram.com/p/BL6A4vSjhp1/?taken-by=willyampax

#sad #life #pain #invisible #waiting #quote #pax #unfound #somepain

Oct 2016 Marka Acton

Ego

Oct 2016 Marka Acton

Pax

Ego

Our humanity has nothing
To do with your ego...*

@pax

A quick shout out...
another day at the office.

#ego

Jun 2016 Marka Acton

baggage

Jun 2016 Marka Acton

NV

baggage

and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.

i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.

until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.

Jun 2016 Marka Acton

DARKNESS

Jun 2016 Marka Acton

Ja

DARKNESS

Dark is the night, by the light of day

Harsh are the words, which some people say

Grievous the malaise, which we often feel

Deep are the wounds, of a hurt that won’t heal

Lasting the wrong, to whom it is done

Fleeting the moment, when praises are won

Tragic the loss, of someone we love

Empty the feeling, when they are thought of
WIZDUMBs BY JA 619

May 2016 Marka Acton

Painting of My Heart

May 2016 Marka Acton

VS aka Jason Cole

Painting of My Heart

Paint my heart as empty
all blue and black and grey

Around it perforate a circle
from beginning back to start

Paint it very gently
then quickly pull away

Tearing it out
without ripping it apart

Someday they'll surely place it
in the Gallery of Fools

Inside the Wailing Walls
out past the Hall of Shame

And when the people face it
they'll cherish their own hearts

As if anatomy has
anything to do with pain

©Jason Cole

#heart #pain #loneliness

May 2016 Marka Acton

Mighty

May 2016 Marka Acton

Rainey Birthwright

Mighty

.
Each morning I rise unto hours,
Wheeling in sun, with wee wild flowers.

An hearty wish, on hills by the sea

Each day I skip about live stones,
In winds I run, deep dancing my bones.

I am made of each, cairn on hillocky

Each sweep of air a breathy kiss,
On skyline by the sea, one mighty bliss.

Dancing my bones, in winds I run

Each hour a new turning of page,
Each heap on hill, of these I am made.

*Wild wee flowers, wheeling in the sun