Showing posts with label power. Show all posts
Showing posts with label power. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Ready to fly


mikhailkrylov.photosight.ru

Pushed to the wall 
I was
when I allowed others
to push me.
Now I realise
my power
my strength
my energy.
I fear no one
I hate no one
I depend on ono one.
It is all very simple
I am free to do what I want 
so long as I am not 
hurting another's interests.
I disregard others' barbs
and taunts
I am ready to fly.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Fair Trails 4


semkaaa641.photosight.ru


Fill me inside out
O Golden Light
and devour all
the impurities
I carried as I dealt
with every thrust
made by the hunger
thirst and 
lust for power
that the weak always
have and proclaim as 
sign of masculinity.
I know not whence
you come but I do
know whereto you go.
Now everything is bathed
in you O divine light
even the green of the grass
smiles as it turns golden.
I chose to shed all my fears
and tears and bared myself
to you so that every trace 
of power and pelf was
washed away.  And
here I am ready now
to live by that light alone
which shone from above
to show the way.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Display



chirish.photosight.ru

Larger than life
is a display
of power and
arrogance.
Big edifices
are meant
to dwarf
those who come 
to occupy them.
What put me
here?
Not the exquisiteness
of my body,
nor the big window
to the world,
but a foolish
desire to tell
the world
how small and ugly
it is.
Loveliness is
of the statue,
and so also
loneliness.
Love is humanism
divine and
divinely human.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

So much happens

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sergtimos.photosight.ru

Not for me
the edifices of power
and certainty 
that enshrine the mortal
fantasy of  immortality;
time passes as 
I rest awhile
on the weather-beaten
treasures that lie
in ruins and
I remind myself
so much happens
in the space between
those fleeting moments.


Friday, January 24, 2014

The wild flower

Nude ...
agriss.photosight.ru

Do you know
- but how would you - 
the power of the 
wild flowers?
As you bustle your way through
them
you get on to 
another plane of existence
your insides burst open
your nostrils flare up to take in
fresh air
and you leave behind
all regrets, all sins
and all gratitude to
the power of convention
and you breathe free and light
and pure and shining.