This Haiku: Grey Is Out

My grey shoes I throw
To the clouds from here below
I will walk again

This Haiku: Fight Nice

I move with purpose
Seeking other starry eyes
Who will field this One

He listens to me
As I shout, doubt, fear and err
He redeems my plans

Empty air to breathe.
There’s no light here. The Sun’s cold.
Strange planet indeed.

The lines in the sand
Was it others’ demands or
Your own and the noise

I’m weaving a band
That measures the strength of the
Love two gold hearts hold

It all flowed again
The asanas, the kindness
The sweat and the tears

Hand on your navel.
And the other on your chest.
Guts and heart. They’re there.

I will kiss the stripes
And all that they symbolize
Show your colors now

We must walk through fire.
Breathe deep, clutch our hearts, if we’re
to steal back our souls.