Always this is there
The white, the arms, the angel
I am always here
displaced
Familiar land
Feels foreign nonetheless
To roam without care
Embraced by no home
Which holds a heart to plead
None should so suffer
trouper
Maybe
More than once
You’ll stand alone
Stand
Many
More than me
Your call will heal
Call
This stand
This call
Your tribe
Forge
Blank Pages: A Haiku
To give my green eyes
To replace them with the blues
To put down my pen
Debris
Tonight courage and I
Stared into the night sky
And decided the fleeing we saw
Was something
And nothing now
Only the trail of a goodbye star
Hailed
Your forehead and chin
A different tilt
Your voice not in stereoThe taxis are out there
But miss you somehow
Your hailed from where they won’t go
Queen & King
They
Proclaim good and light
They
Shapeshift in circles
They
Want
They
Love them so
They
Do don’t they
They
Make no account
Mary
That cocoon
It seems small
But with promise it shines
Since you seek, you’ll find room for your wings
Each blue moon
Back you’ll crawl
It means nothing at all
Take a time, ponder up all these things
No To The Storm: A Haiku
The whitest of truths
A moment pregnant to heal
The blackest of hearts
How To
Sweat-frothed shoulders, ready for more
Fieriness coursing through veins
Crazy eyes, kicked up heels, bitless mouth
Lust for life weaved through wild manes
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