Contemplating
it's
next score
See-Saw
made war
ate more
and
hate more

Falling asleep is no lie
the mind takes a jogg
It don't care about the clock
Dreaming ain't no lie

Where paths cross people meet
some stay over for a while
others disappear completely
some staved the cane
the rear view mirror
was never
a path
to their aim.

Brilliant live in these moments
good and bad
there is a plus factor
hiding behind those tears
look ahead the future is bright
even if I am wrong
that rainbow is always right.

She had acquired the taste.
The hundredth kiss made her an absolute connoisseur.

You see dead people
I speak to demons
Let me guess the end is near.

Karma got Murphy

It went pitch black for a while

a total eclipse

He cheated proudly.
She left him in Autumn.

Best baked birthday cake
balloons tied to the sky
five candles a blow can handle
happy birthday jolly cute guy.

So you may Come or you Can go
the Choice is yours not the snow's.

Love share this passion
forgive curses-hate keep faith
live now in the know

You can look at life
Camouflage hate
think of the stars
and disengage love
spin it around
inside out upside down
and you will find
at the end of the matrix
stood a clown.

Most trees grow apart
a sad break for older paths
leaves fold like friends fall

It was totally unexpected
He was her first for so long
But she cast him out into
The raging tempest of the cruel sea
Where serpent and sirens devour
And she found him on the same
Shore amongst the rocks.... without rage....
He had returned to her happy and unscathed
And as their hearts embraced
She whispered softly in his ear
Ironically you have come back
From the same place that I have been

As I see it fading across the horizon deep I shall not point a finger at it
It will surely throw three back at me

Misused abused tough
body hits and heart attacks
only bleeding love

Heart palpitations
a bleeding appenditure
the poets feather

Don't lose your mind
even the best road
break sometime
open your eyes
to nightmarish
weather
touch the dewdrops on a
dreamcatchers feather
let the heartbreak bind
stroke your soul
give yourself a hug
and love your mind.

Poured measured and forged
mistakes debates
fears and many years
Son of a Son to a Son
tempered
to remember
assembled
never
dismembered.
I am the blacksmith
you are the sword
a father not your lord
God plexed tenacity
steel tempered capacity
every boy deserves favour
my time is gone
be bold stay strong
love ad's character to labour.

Look a head
Hell's kitchen
five stars it said.

I leave the mirror
Scarred by rejection
Thinking at a glance
Its just an optical illusion
I'm the spitting image
Of who I want to be
Gleefully I left them there
Empty

I wish I could call
Everyone beautiful
there is dignity
in a simple thing like names
SOME PEOPLE DON'T DESERVE THEM?

Then at noon
where I am one
equinoxed
my sun found me
a Icarus.

She ain't no
monotonal metronome
surrounding art
bleeds
from her heart
She ain't no
monotonal metronome
her words messages
phrases and letters
is an extension of all beings,
this Liberty enhanced
in timeless ergonomics
the state of her
incredible stance.

Remember Donna
Zywa is right there at the top
HP Haiku Queens.

Nightlife silently incite
satisfactions quo
the daylight insights

Live love hate forgive
while reapers are having tea
the earth is calling

Today I listened to our songs
it felt like touching the heartbeat
of my friends from a distance

After giving the other cheek
I turned my back and walked
away as if to say you might as well lick my @#s too.

Common courtesy

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The sky is blazing

tear-drops spill
(from the wine press)

it is Me mary

She lifts the shroud off the sun

the Son of man is riZen

I can see through your lies,
into the depth of your soul,
a watery grave,
you have jellyfish eyes.

I'm out of the game
a yard a yarn a yearning
flaccid broke insane

Devil for devil
changing one for another
their demons of death
shapeshifting the Gods of war
inside catacombs for skulls

Disengaged purple haze
Hearts in hands
a ring of lust
inside the mound
cheating murmurs
gagged sound
head down
on her knees,
if you please
the autumn sounds
of leaves in a chapel
deep underground

Freedom is estranged
a coin spinners paradise
The rich and famous

Swim the seven seas

learn from pain against the grain

every mistake -

It is not
the wind,
my favorite thing,
or a dreamcatchers feather
on a shamans ring,
those are spellbound
in the mystic of this sound
from midnight to sunrise,
it is the whisper
of your breath,
that opens my eyes.