Northbound perhaps?
With the cold for your friend
Would that you’d walk
To the end of the Earth
And fall straight-away
For all that you’ve cost your heart
With the wrong kind of noise
Then the most silent voice
Could continue in peace
To champion somebody else
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Standing There
What to do with these eyes
Stricken since soon after birth
This beaming
Grin
Staccato-broken by battered hope
These ruining that
Silken, star-reaching
Silhouette
Who is thee
What to do they both wondered
Go: A Haiku
…and I’ll find my way,
striding on the energy.
Nay -dancing, on it.
Roaring
Vast and high and great
My expectations in Him
Bring forth the day, then
Seed
Neither instinct nor plan
Nor will
Nor wish
Can make what is become not
At your device lies a devious tool
Changing your habit of thought
Upward Spiral
On this adventure
I cannot venture
Even a backward glance
Hear me press forward
Hopelessly wayward
Deep in this solo dance
My First Thought: A Haiku
The grand truths they tell
The sparkle when they see me
I want, need your eyes
Undying Declaration
Tell me how you heard
What I said in my sleep
Rule it admissible
From the mahogany
Only over there
Up there
For evermore
Used To
You shiny ghosts
Your invisible fists
Your howling silence
Faded
Forgiven
Your absence
In the attic
Is a most welcome presence
“Hither.”
draw
out
every
drop
of you
from
inside
that
machine
i will
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