Haiku: Writing/Righting

Photo by Mickel Garret

I paint word pictures

That speak in three hundred tongues

So all eyes can hear

The sound of truth clear

And see reality with

New ears free of wax.

Cleaning perceptions

With erasures, wiping all

Error images

Away until light

And darkness are positioned

Properly in place.

Still learning to

Trace masterpieces and craft

Original art,

I am becoming

The poet I've projected

Slowly but surely,

Editing my life

Like the pages of books I

Have produced and sold;

Not just performing

On stages but sharing my

Tales told with each poem

Bleeding life, birthing

Spirit, exorsizing flesh,

Overcoming death

With exhalations

Of breath that releases the

Essence of my soul;

Striving to glow as

A child of the Most High in

A wicked world that

Glorifies all the

Ills of society and 

Mocks those who walk straight

And narrow paths. So

I boast in that I know my

Father and King,

He who reigns supreme

Over all things and brought forth

Creation with words.

See I spoke of Him

Before it became a fad

And laid my life bare

For all to see the

Struggles endured to again

become His image

On earth as it is

In Heaven. For my goal is

Resurrection, and

Nothing less than that

Will suffice. For until then

My goal is to write/right.