Try to take
a picture
of dust floating
in the bare naked
stream of light
that dances through
the blinds

Try to take the elation
and despair
and all the auras of
thought
from the innards
of your mind
and graciously
ever so graciously
try to put them
on paper

I bet you can't

I bet no one can

Not with the same
life
and flow
that the natural world
and your busy mind
can do
within seconds
moments
glimpses
and fleeting chances

No snare trap can capture pure beauty
and I will never try
well
not honestly anyway.

Let's just face it: hai-
kus were invented in Ja-
pan and don't always...

(uggghhhhh)

A pressing matters
Ink
Bleeds through the
Thin
Newspaper pages

We read the times
To see
Things we cannot fully
Under-
Stand.

Bullets, they **** off
The page
And into our homes.
Bombs, assassinations, whispering
Drones.

Are we lucky to be
So distant
Or will this create a
Disadvantage?
The streets they are
Cold today,
Perhaps soon to be filled
With righteous panic.

When the clock strikes war
Who
Do you think will be
More prepared?
The violent survive,
So
What of the fair?

A man of war
Holds
Their gun

Like a nuclear warhead
Like an AK
Like a sabre
Like a rock
Like a stick
Like two hands

To protect
What they think
To be

Theirs.

Write if you might
Write what is trite
Write till you tingle
Write, don't mingle
Write what soothes
Write while booz'd
Write away the smirks
Write until it hurts
Write how she furls
Write till she hurls
Write what may
Write the day
Write the sky
Write, don't ask why.

Alone and unwanted is how I feel.
Writing these words is how I deal.
I guess it's better than any other way.
Like the one that takes me far away.
To the land of dark and nothing,
But it's better than here where my heart is crushing.
The future is scary but the now is worse.
I don't want to continue living out this curse.
Alone, alone, It's all I think.
It's here, It's there, It's when I blink.
I feel it in each and every bone.
Alone, alone, alone, alone.