How? (Haiku)

How can I express

My pains to you, how can I

Expect you to know?

To Be (Haiku)

To be close to you

Is only but a fragile

Whisper in my dreams.

Losing You

Losing you is more
Than I can bear,
And my heart breaks
Again and again
At the thought of the end.

Wild Ocean

Wild beast
Uncontrollably flailing
And tossing
Everything that rides upon it,
Smoother than glass
And as deep blue as
Your eyes,
Carelessly throwing yourself
Into my arms and then melting away
Into yourself again,
The ocean is you,
And you are the ocean.

Fakers

Spare me the tragedy
Of fake friendship,
Were you and I designed to be hurt by lies?
And am I prepared to kill with words?
I can’t take the brokenness,
Don’t make me cry.

Tongue

The tongue, an unwieldy
Weapon,
The killer of many
Innocents,
And the death of me.

Seeking You

I’m searching for the

Transcendental rose,

Yet, have I found you?

Ticking Down

All good times must pass

Into dust and memories,

When I leave this place

I will see you no more

And this friendship will dissolve

Away in the rains of time,

All these days of dancing in the sun

With just you

Are ticking down faster than you or I know,

Time is a funny thing,

You may have much time,

As much time as October’s colored leaves,

But when November’s bitter wind blows

Your time leaves you to join the sky,

Your time betrays you

To loss and despair

Which drain me,

I have little time left with you

All our joy will soon be

Gone.

Push me Away

I can’t say what I want

And I can’t tell you what I feel,

You may understand

Or, you may not,

Yet, if were the words of my mind spoken

You would surely push me away.

Rose

I behold the glorious rose,

Its petals are red in the summer light

And its aroma wafts through cool terraces,

Rose, you are true beauty.

Tongue

The tongue, an unwieldy

Weapon,

The killer of many

Innocents,

And the death of me.

Pain (Haiku)

Tears of pain line our
Faces, life is mocking us
For our foolishness.

No-Sense

There are simple ways to say things,

Yet for the interpretation of my ponderings, there exists a complex method,

Is a boy wrong for speaking simply?

For though his words simple, his thought profound,

Or -- nonsense spewingly spluttering from his mouth, he is a geyser of foolish gayety,

Absolutely youthful, utterly young,

Helplessly boyish.

Haiku (No title)

People of God, rise

Up with roaring defiance

And see Satan quake.

Haiku (No title)

This nation has screamed

Rebelliously into the

Face of father God.

Haiku Baby

I can’t understand

Why I’m so stuck,

I’m stuck in the writing blob,

What, you may ask, is that?

And to be quite honest with you

I have no idea.

I’m just stuck.



Maybe I’ll break out from my mind prison

Soon to be joined in marriage with my Haiku baby,

I can’t wait for the day,

When I see her face

And her sweeping hair draping over my paper quietly

Whispering peace of mind.



Why am I so stuck, in this state of mind?

Pacing the floor looking for the perfect adjective

And noun,

I’m laying on the couch thinking of days

When I felt emotion,

A silent tear stains

my cheek as I remember,

What it used to be.

Break Away

Where did my young days fly to?

And what did my mother say to me, the day I left?

Her hard voice still haunts my nights, and her foreboding steps ring

In my mind,

Why didn’t I run?

Why?

I bitterly break myself

With my own ill will

Again and again,

I hate myself for who I am.



I had a dream last night,

There lay before me a massive plain,

A battlefield covered with the dry bones of dead enemies,

Yet there was one standing man,

It was me,

The last standing foe, between me,

And freedom.





Cold floor nights

Spent regretting

My life

Every night,



The young can still break away.

I am gone.

Empty

I have a quiet

Mind, only whispers flutter

Through saying “hi, bye”.