Threading
into
the
skin around my soul
It
is
joyfully visible
the
scars
that they mend,
my eyes ride the glow
as
the
needle flows,
tattooed
palpability
bereft of demons,
I
let go.

Sabretooth slivers
on
a
jagged edge
caught in a trap my nightmare ends
flesh in a jam jar
honey
in
my bed
dreaming your way
my
lover
my
friend.

For Mother Nature

birds and bees, flowers from seeds

pose a Haiku, please.

We
tripped the snares
mindful aware
stepping over stones.
We
loved the mamma's and Pappa's
heartfelt-crosses
staked
above bones.
We
have three of our own
all of them grown,
none
really stave the cane
Still, here we are
t
o
g
e
t
h
e
r
forever
celebrating
them
in
these our own
halcyon days.

Unobtainable

blood
stained.

A
message from the jugular

My soul
saw
money machines
not
human beings
and my
heart stains
from
her beauty in pain
are nature's fate
being built
around
hate
❓

My insides looking out
at
wounds
from whispered, sounds
stay
or
walk away
fog lamps the mirror
the
one on the ground
carries
the
healing
of
what
ultimately goes down.

Deadlines headlines subscription-
public post-anti-post
draft
hurly-burly whirly verve-ish
zig zag paddle back
gigabytes
a-moan
hip hop big or small
lollipop
sicko sock
give a dog a phone.

All that remains
of
the
three
innocent kids
are
a
mournful day on a Metal sheet.

After
nine
I
got caught crying
mother
went straight
for
the
vernacular
her
tongue is truly
spectacular.

The
suns rays
excite a day's toil
with ecstasy
her
petals slump
in
its
loyalty
twilight midnight
there's the morn
I lift my head
my
beautiful
flower
sun
t
o
r
n
.

The
sun and moon
don't
always
align.

It's alright
if
expressions
don't ring!
the
bells and chimes.

Spinning
coins falling
heads
and
chasing tails
still
prevail.

Dimes for lemonade
Bittersweet
rhyme
penny a drop
well!
ain't that a crime.

It's
alright
wait for it
there is always
a light at the end of time
?

She is
the water
immersing the shore
a
motion moving entities
into
the
shadows of the lore
sirens call on rising tides
men of flesh flock
in
waves
falling as they fly
dwelling
eternal
within her mystical whiles.

The
trees are gone
the
entrance is covered
by
synthetic lawn,
tech-savvy
codes
crisscrosses
the
dorm.
Should
the
eager beavers
remember a mother's scorn.

On the order of Hades
the
serpent
got
wrapped around
a
pole
sizzled
with
sage
barbequed and sprayed
the
Adams
family stayed
Fester ate the maid
and
Thing spanked Wednesday
with a *****.

Unfolding
the
creases
WE
rode the rapids
and
cascading waterfalls
it
takes way more
than
fifty shades of gray
it
lives in every single moment
taking the oath
and
walking the way
I
love her much
just as
I
have loved her more
every single day
that
glory pinnacles every fray
as
the
twilight
attempts
to
in-gelid
the
grey
.