How tragic the begging
Look at me the sparkle
The boom and the bang that just happened
The braggadocio
The fizzle
The tomorrow go back to what you Were
July 4, 2016: A Haiku
The dark laboured not
The grand-finale in sight
And already dusk
July 3, 2016: A Haiku
West -too much, I feel.
Wherefore now the Eastern lands;
mystic ancient seas.
Her Sleeve
Never will green eyes gaze
Not ever may gentle hand brush
Upon and against
The certainly sacred, well-worn sleeve
The sleeping side
On humble knees in search of scars God allowed
God created
god-created
July 2, 2016: A Haiku
For I have spoken
Now remains a piece of you
Reserved for my lips
The Distance
How dare I
Stride in
With notions
Questions
Distractions to your plan
Why must you
Stand by
With indifference
Ambivalence
Lacking sense to seize me
Thus do I
Tip-toe away
With wondering
Thundering
Conquering this our plight
July 1, 2016: A Haiku
Here is where I live
The end of your fingertips
Your utterances
Cotton Calls
Would there be the same sounds
That pierce and too-perfectly calm
The closing of distance
The decreasing proximity
The changing acoustics will call
Awaken!
And shall sing you to sleep, alike
June 30, 2016: A Haiku
Learning to let go
Sun glinting off your shoulders
Fly and live again
Told Me
If I’d heeded
If I’d followed
I’d have seen it
I’d have freedom
I’d been naïve
I’d been certain
I’d give you back
I’d give love up
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