Different duties
Shoulder to shoulder we stand
Equal in His plan
heal thyself (2)
My
Undoing
Began at the beginning
Defending the should-be defender
All I gave, all it took
There it was, their rain
Always asking
Never, ever answering
I think I thought
It fed me to feed
Now I am fat of myself
And starved of them
A Haiku: Finished
What if two minutes
Was all you’d left to love them
Would you just use words
On Foray
What today’s might
Allowed me to keep only at bay
It is true
Tomorrow I will advance against
I will feel the tug
I will quickly taste of smite
heal thyself (1)
I must stand
Born under some mandate
To remain flexed at the ready
But for this
As I am organic
Cracking apart, waning with each moment
I cannot stay
Staid
For this story
And to tell it
With due care and congeniality
I must sit
A Haiku: Madness
As I am breathing
As sure as I am, I’ll turn
And exhale with you
And Jump….
I found my eyes fixed
My jaw dropped
And guard down
In awe of the happy
The white linen
The leaping hair
The complete carelessness
While jumping on mattresses
A Haiku: South Soul
Gifted with a day
Too tough to look in the eyes
But you must, my love
Betty
Doll-play
Lasted all of three months
For me my friend
Declared abandoned
Once the pattern repeated
Once two many times
For me to ignore
How they toss her aside
From their box
And steal her pretty shoes
Unthought
That I was never a crown jewel
Did me no harm
For under the pearl
I know I was birthed
There is though my anguish
My heartbreak from grey
For what reason my shroud
And his shame
