Haiku writer.
When life gives you ink, make penstrokes.
Perfection is not For the arrogant of heart Thus the fall begins
By Jonathan Lawrence4 months ago in Poets
Pondering the words The meaning strikes like lightning And the Master laughs
Sleepless nights, nothing Compared to wakeless days, says This free-spirit girl
Lady Liberty No fireworks at Langley Mysterious, she
By Jonathan Lawrence6 months ago in Poets
Prevent the resent? Too late. But don't toss the key To your own jail cell
Pen touches the page God's grace covers us like ink Today you felt it
The best of the best America, just his guest He's not like the rest
Now you've found the wound No matter when it was made Let God unmake it
A fighting falcon Dives straight for its prey as the Bald Eagle rises
Every thorn dreams red But not a single one could Survive this beauty
A spark of Rumi Facing in all directions He finds the faceless
The search for love's source The eye never sees itself It glimpses your eye
