Desperate times

Gritted teeth

Broken down

Ground up


Built up

From dust

Through Hell

And back


Rough circumstance

Breeds hardness

Cold hearts

Desperate measures

I dream of
Ten thousand knives
Sharp and poignant
Piercing the veil
Of our bodies
And the whole
Fabric of our
Being

You can hear the
Dripping, dropping
With your ear to the ground
The vibrations emit and emanate
For miles and miles and miles
The deaf can feel it
Even before we know
It is there

Bloodletting was common
Among the tribes of my homeland
Native Americans were in tune
With nature, the whole of it
Down to the
Thick crimson liquid
That flows through
Us all
An endless river
Of red life
Which oxygenates our bodies
Allows us to tap into
Our gifts
Our purposes
Our evils
Our meaning

what do you know about yourself?
rather; what do you think you know?

characteristics, attributes, talents...
were they ascribed to you
by you?
or by those around you?

do you feel it in your heart?
does your brain tell you they are real?
do you believe it?
do you question it?

have you ever bored a hole
into your own skull
just to see what poured out?
to see what was actually in there?

perhaps someone did you the favor
to spare you of doing it yourself?
the stuff that comes out, however,
is always different when it is done by the hands of another.

You hold death in your hands
Shaking so much you can barely stand
Gripping the gleaming, black metal
As you think of your broken, trampled petals
You just stood there as you watched them fall
One by one they left you, now there's nothing you can do at all

Why, oh, why
Do you cry, cry, cry?

Out into the night
Or on my shoulder

Tears are all you know
It's time I go, go, go

Around the block
Or across the Universe

You see all the bad
You're so sad, sad, sad

In the early morning
Or long after sunset

I try to make you see
I just ask "please, please, please..."

Whispering in your ear
Or shouting at the back of your head

You tell me you've changed
Yet all you do is blame, blame, blame

It used to be your family
But now it's all directed at me

Your smile masks your intent
After it all, I feel so spent
spent

spent

Just like Earth girls and
Taking a stroll through hot Hell
Haikus are simple.

Swinging back and forth in my headspace
Picking and choosing what my tongue says
In my brain, there is always a battle to be won
Unsure of causing trouble or of having a little fun
Seconds tick by and then minutes turn to hours
These thoughts, they grow into beautiful broken flowers