Haiku writer.
When life gives you ink, make penstrokes.
Dropping from a height Bird of another feather A strike from heaven
By Jonathan Lawrenceabout a year ago in Poets
A whisper let me know That the hand that held me so Was to draw my eyes into her gaze Her perfume was like a maze Ending in the taste of rouge
Rain never parted But the rainbow did appear Her name was Christi
Can't change the past, true Who said it won't speak to you Talking over you
Slide, safety, trigger No emotion in this art Can't betray, too cold
The fates were kind, her Catch her with a glimpse, or not Only way you will
Cold spray, wakes me up while awake Memories of home have somehow led to this Hard thoughts, probably the same for the next guy
Tool. The band called themselves that, because a tool is something you use. I've used this Tool during the hardest times, to make some sense out of those times. And it works.
By Jonathan Lawrence3 years ago in Beat
Pen, visible ink The Sulam commentary A Kabbalist's love
By Jonathan Lawrence3 years ago in Poets
The Doomslayer wakes The demons attack, then run What is this man-god
D1G1T4L 5D Inside computers, hiding Pixelated love
Spirit awakens Calling through time, space, nature Mystical spiral
