The Story that is
And the courage to write It
Are not optional
Sheer
Yes and I did not sleep warm last night
While each sentence you speak thinks now it holds leverage with my sleepy senses
In fact it holds none
My muddled thoughts aren’t muddled at all
They are determined
To not be
Taken
Advantage
Of
So I can clearly tell this
I love who I see
A weakness of mine I’d not trade as a weaker one would
Though I marvel at the back
And forth
I don’t tire
It is why you still stand
Joy: Another Haiku
Wish her upon you,
I do. For -how tall she stands!
How she makes you. Smile.
Transgressed: Another Haiku
Each breath must act new
In alignment with my heart
Else why endeavor
Medaled
I have been fire
Blazing at life
I have been metal
Molten
I have been anvil
Stalwart and staid
I have been hammer
Boldened
What now remains
What more to be
When then will I feel
Refined
Fissures apparent
Brittle, breaking
Blacksmith have mercy
Be kind
Winter in May
The shadows of somebody
Who must have cast them
And the spell I am under
Are all, I see
Doomed to dance and die
As my did my flowers
From Winter in May
Titan: Another Haiku
Much too much goodness
More promise and more substance
Than spine to withstand
help
Who is there to take
Confession
Who will say the word
Forgiven
Cry aloud to God
Or Satan
When in truth you were
Mistaken
Daily
Thick with it, time was
But the naïve do not know to know
All the breath was of wishing ghosts
The music -mere lawful lies
And none were bowed but to their own bruised hearts
Sing me away they said
Drawn: Another Haiku
I peer from upstairs
My four strong walls and one door
In love’s pagoda
I walk in Sanskrit
My neighbors breathe my incense
In wonderment drawn
