A word, a phrase, a poem. The art of Art

Revived

Revived,
The cure after being deprived.
Don’t we all love to thrive,
Without strife or having strived;
Conscious of the tide,
Anytime we take a stride?
(But life has its knife,
No, no, not the wife.
Away with that…choose right)
Maybe this time go for a drive,
Better yet… Say a dive?
A taste of the tree of life.
Revived.
@Daabris

Okay….

Death!
At the verge of death,
Heard of ē living dead?
Could we call it limbo or stasis?
Is it really:
Coercing of some notion,
Culmination of an insurgence,
Cooperation to the corruption,
Crippling of motion;
Cease of life…
Drifting from devotion.
Fast and furious,
Could be perilous,
Moreso when insidious.
Here’s the conjunction,
Mind the junctions;
Even Ferraris have red flags.
Crossroads.
@Daabris

Virtue

Innocence,
The benevolence whose despise,
is the lack of sense.
Once upheld as of essence,
now deprived of presence;
and in the stead of nuisance.
This crest of incense,
food to your conscience,
bread to your uprise,
folly to the unwise;
key to your sunrise;
in other words….peace
Shouldn’t you now think otherwise?
@Daabris

New age

Yes we’re on a voyage,
could be your own carriage even,
but mind what you call your entourage;
lest you desire scourges.
But then it is as sweet as porridge,
for those who got the courage,
to ridge to THE HERITAGE,
they like to call them “of the ice age.”
Such have the real ownage
A place without carnage
~Daabris

Pit

Cast down,
That’s what being in the cast caused
The cassette like a cadet of the facet,
Frowned like the crescent, no more in the present.
Are you set to be among the sent?
Well….you’ll need that reset

~Daabris

Regeneration

~Daabris

Úumh

So delve….
wonder why elves were skillful.
The shelf breaks your shell,
and the library, your folly.
So maybe a little of the pony,
more of the story.
Scratch that….make these your only.

If you could meet a historical figure, who would it be and why?

Maria Woodworth Etter. When it’s said that God’s generals walked on the earth, I’d love to know her experience in her walk with God

Impulse!!

Impulse!!
Oh how I feel that pulse,
Of a state ought to have the label “surpassed”
But see, what’s the greatest hindrance?…a fuss
By now, shouldn’t I have passed?
If not so high, at least like the speed cars?
Coz the horizon in front still depicts the skies
And the journey ahead is quite the distance
Wait no more for a surprise,
For null is the way that stumbles upon a carcass
~Frenzy

Daabris