The Battle of Her and She

(A Senryu Series, 5-7-5)

She bid follow it,
With eyes of the interest
to no longer see
her ability
to start fires sans a match
as true excellence…
to a freewheeling Stonehenge
set up on a rock,
Whatever the scene,
Aged technology is her
Master and Servant,
She thinks leverage,
Has another beverage
THAT brand of courage,
Cause here’s where she is,
Rich among opportunists,
Not originals…
for what she’s responsible…
And the weakest link
© Arkay Evans 2015

The Wild Blue

The Wild Blue
Image: The Wild Blue © Arkay Evans 2014

I’ve been running on to
For a very long time;
It’s just what you do
in the wild blue
Once sprung from
What kept you safe when green and young,
It disgusts me
failing change, as it is my nature;
Or to find myself too preprogrammed
To execute
A full, simple easy reboot,
You do what you can…
Not all about loot,
It’s just what you do
When you want to do better
And have the sheer will
to go for what you want to know,
One’s eyes can only hold so much water…
And for this strength,
They will chide,
Swinging wild wicked spells and incantations,
Mashing on a destiny
But what can tadpoles know of me?
Clinging to the moving floor
Huddled like food in leaves of the vine,
As if they could know mine. Ha!
They know nothing of destiny –
They have only seen the river,
They know nothing of the sea!

Poem & Image: The Wild Blue © Arkay Evans 2014

Light Speed

To every question,
there is action asking you
to hear what you see,

And how to listen
becomes a lesson you need
to learn to be free

Unnattachment is
Independent of so called
high powers that be

To love at light speed
Emotions overflow and
become your creed as

Connections unfold
in undulating molds of
truths called poetry

Journals of journeys
bent to warp your time and space,
And cosmic questions

calling attentions,
Commanding actions that ask
you know who you be…

Such innerstanding
hears and feels for Light you see,
Fulfilling the need,

Pay close mind, because
Lack response IS a response,
and it always was…

Trust and believe.

© 2009-2013 Arkay Evans

The Poet As I

Once upon,  
we came  
a long, long way  
to make a living ~  
Forgetting what  
we need to Live  
Only to return  
For our poetry  
is breathing ~  
We inhale,  
and hearts beat;  
We exhale,
and words play
from far beyond the chest  
Till the finite  
body’s death,  
Through the dispersion  
of the essence  
as our Love remains  
in the absence  
of breath,  
And though our lives  
will cease to be,  
How we’ve Lived  
is always left
The Poet As I © 2009-2013 Arkay Evans
Image:  © 2009-2013 Arkay Evans