Zani - Hello Poetry

Jul 2017

Jordon Rivir

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

Zani Jul 2017

The Sound

Sometimes I sit around and talk to myself
Then I choose to write it down
I’m trying to figure out if I’ve gone crazy
Because I’m addicted to the sound

The music wont stop
Because when the beat drops
Its what makes the culture come around
It doesn’t matter if they think you’re lazy
They’ll be crazy about your sound

When you see the whole is much greater than the sum
We are all breed of many colours as one
Tribe

Bless this mess
There’s too many confessions to make
The last mistake I made
Was to underestimate

That there’s a limit to the past though
It stops with what we choose
To put our clever mind on
So if you’re living in the past dear
I suggest you come along

When you see the whole is much greater than the sum
We are all breed of many colours as one
Tribe

Sometimes I sit around and talk to myself
And when I say it all out loud
It starts to feel more like that I’m awakening
Its the awakening of the sound
Yes there is no mistaking
Its the awakening of the sound

Lyrics written to a rhythmic guitar piece. Topic is inspiration, community, art and creativity which is often mistaken for craziness. <3

#create #sound #love #one #tribe #colours #awakening

Jul 2017

SøułSurvivør

for the freeing of the soul

~~<♢>~~

paper chosen
quill in hand
pondering or
obliging
a muse already
quick of wit
within the heart
residing
pen & paper have,
in written word,
set about
colliding

we write our mythology
we constillate the stars
we create our own legends
from nebulae afar
we sculpt our
classic statue
no storm can
ever mar

we color worlds with crayons
lavender and blue
or frame them
in computer screens
with pixels rainbow hues
nobody can tell us
our reality
ain't
TRUE!

we write
though indignation
we use pen as sword
against corrupt society
we can't fathom anymore
we call out politicians
and all elitist ******

~ lust & love ~

there are many muses
which can bring pain or bliss
but none as cruelly fickle
as the romance
of this
nor any as wondrous
as the beauty
of a
kiss

~ angst & despair ~

here is the morbid one
sowing her foul seeds
or she will spin her
silken threads
be careful of her deeds!
she sparkles like a
spider's web
is dressed in
widow's weeds

~ spirituality, religion & faith ~

there are vast multitudes
of hands which point us hence
and many roads to get there
and many an offense
I have found my trusted way
i sit not on a fence!
Jesus is my savior
and lives in
PRESENT TENSE!

~ nostalgia & the past ~

this muse is
made of metal
her jaws are red with rust
shadowed halls with paintings
and statues made of dust
or a pathway
through a garden
with fragrant blooms
in mist

but the greatest
muse of all
a friend to young or old
who makes us awed or timid
or bravehearted & bold
this one will always
help us
to get our story told
this muse is our great desire

for the freeing of the

SOUL

SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017

This is something I've had drafted for a while. Then my dad became ill, and i didn't publish it. Thought I'd finally post it. Hope you enjoy reading!

The last few days have been a joy with my father's miraculous recovery. Watching from his bedside I've seen him go from a pale yellow skeletal figure, struggling for his very breath, to a calm, peacefully resting man, off his respirator and all pain meds.
All the doctors & nurses are baffled & amazed! Just as they were when he was CURED OF CANCER.

WE PRAYED FOR HIM THEN, TOO.

Thanks to you all for being patient with me. But I'm sure you can understand or relate.

♡♡♡ GOD BLESS YOU! ♡♡♡

#soul #writing #poetry #love #life #god #hellopoetry107

Zani Jul 2017

Sindaco

Welcome to the Sindicate
Of utter stupidity
Where all tactile contact
Is inhibited by the puny mind

You are a villain
Of these modern times of change
In primal times
How I would have deranged
Your features
Like the animal within me
Tells me so

To take justice into my own hands
Hone it like never before
Then plant it
Into your ridiculous behind

Then maybe some sense will grow
Instead of spewing idle catchphrase
When all wisdom has escaped
From your old diuretic mind

Then maybe you will see
Beyond your need for controversial
Lust for simple power
Over the sheep you fail to herd

To manipulate the many
Your voice must be heard
But its pointless tribulation
When all around you curd
At your arrogance

Now the freshly programmed
Atmosphere turns at the smell
Of your ***** discussion
Riddled with moth *****

Slurring all the ignorance
You can muster in one
Uninformed, uncontemplated instant
Which has roused the warrior
So I may slay this fool

Only to stop the cringe of colleagues
As they put up with your impertinence
How I wish that all intelligence
Did not exist for a time

So that all the grime that lies within me
Can swallow you whole
So you may have a taste of darkness
To counteract the light
That shines
Out
Of
Your
***

The moment you're in the office doing your job and the village clown (The Mayor) Goes off on one. I stayed silent then but the pen trembles as I lay the anger down.

#anger #mayor #politicians #sindicate #anarchy #politics #office

Zani Jul 2017

Amico

Amico disse
Il nostro futuro è
Scombussolato

Friend

Friend of mine said that
both of our whole future is
A broken compass

#amico #haiku