I'm just composing all day
I'm just transposing all day
I'm just eroding all day
I'm just imploding all day
I wonder what's for lunch?

That time of night, that lovely orange glow.
A Streetlight can warm the soul, don't you know?
Who reckoned that cold wires, metal, glass
Could comfort one with a sight like hot brass?
The ***** yearn of the flame mimicked there,
This soft, sweet, and supple light comes to bear.
The sun does not compare, it only blinds.
As for headlights, to me similar finds.
The daunting nature of the traffic lights,
Wishes only to control the good nights.
On top of my cliff these radiant stars,
Do uplift and burn these sullen hearts ours.
For white and blue lights do nothing but be,
These orange Streetlights do so elate me.

I am the Lumberjack, strong and sway,
Out and about to work a manly day.

"Will you swing your mighty ax?" less asked, more sung,
And I said "Boy, my axe already been swung".

"Oh sweet Jesus, where are we hiding the body?!"
"I'll make it into a cabin, that's a Lumberjack's hobby"

It takes skill and ingenuity to rank with Lumberjacks,
"Well good for you, that's thinking with your ax."

I sat in a small room, dimly lit, with just a dresser in it.
The pain inside me, I realized, was a darkness and to remove the darkness I concentrated it into a circular disk and removed it from my being.
I now had it in my hands and I threw it against the wall of my internalized prison cell and used it to escape.
It was a sort of bridge device, like those black holes characters would fall through in the old cartoons.
I leapt through it and into a magnificent tropical island paradise.
I then took up the dark circle and used it to traverse the landscape.
I stood on it and rode it like you would imagine a hoverboard, and I was no longer sad about yesterday, nor was I anxious about tomorrow.
I was riding my pain into happiness and contentment.
I transformed Pain into Happiness
Desolation into Hope
And Darkness into Light

This life is a mysterious one,
Happy, sadness, boredom, fun.

So many people walk this earth,
Yet lonely isolation weighs over mirth.

When lonesome desires cross my mind,
It's a faithful companion I wish to find.

Yet when company sounds an irksome tone,
I wish to leave and be all alone.

I think of a candle
I imagine what's hiding in the dark
I think of an empty jar
And it breaks

The beauty of eyes
When examined too closely
Is a disaster

How does one cope with
Permanence of suffering
When only human

What house is this, that creeks and moans?
Sadness filled, echoed pallid groans.
Bemused ignorant emotion loans,
To sad dejected violent tones.

What house is this, thoughtless emotions blinded?
At first thought we, but never-minded.
Past residence lost, hopes been grinded.  
Remembered again forgotten reminded.

What house is this, that sealed our fate?
When finally caught on, we were too late.
Never alone, perpetually in this state.
Lost, trapped like the rest in this house we must wait.

This haiku is like
Another haiku within
A meta-haiku

The great changing sky
Like a drunken wedding speech
Unpredictable

Falling into love
Like being tenderly punched
Does not make much sense

This life is so short
A temporary journey
We are just tourists

Its coming and going,
These feelings are slowing.

The rain continues more,
The water in constant pour.

In this room drowned in desolation,
Meager comfort the only consolation.

I think of who these people are,
Unfamiliar lives and minds by far.

Asking questions till lips curled,
Will not be able to change their world.

Unsure if I am willing or able,
This is real life, not some fable.

I do what I can devoid of bliss,
What sobering living consists of this.

Tomorrow is like
The choices we make today
Certain but unknown

Intelligence is
Not a measure of living
Experience is

Alone I stand in this old house,
I can imagine the emotions that were once roust.
Day-Dreaming of sweet and sour days long past,
The joy and pain all gone so fast.

Yet alone I begin to ponder,
My curious mind begins to wander.
Have the experiences encased by these walls,
Linger still with life and calls?
Or have they vanished without a trace,
Sorely missed, but given no chase?

I'll never know till it's too late,
If remembrance and feelings have such a fate.
But if I think long and hard enough,
I can picture, observe, and almost feel that stuff.
Perhaps the answer lies with the sole beholder,
Yet pondered too long will surely smolder.  

The structure, its contents, the recent disaster,
Has not removed from this place its emotional plaster.
Days of hate, love, pain and joy long past,
Although gone from sight are still remembered fast.

As my grandmother searches for her old favorite blouse,
The last living remnant, the sad surviving spouse.
The things here that have happened make me feel small as a mouse,
As I stand alone in this old house.

The Ocean body
Ebbs like a verse in a mind
poceantry in Flux

Its not your fault, I say to her and my surprise,
Rationalization is just an internalized lie.

Despite what happened, it's what I must do,
To not end up lonely and dejected too.

We pick up the pieces and move along,
To this monotonous yet comfortable song.

If you shared your thoughts
With everyone everyday
They wouldn't be thoughts

It's Been a While
Since I've felt the urge in Me
To write a Haiku

In the deepest darkest night,
As the nightkin flock and scurry,
When the shadows spark a fright,
You can only try not to worry.

In the darkness of the night,
Reason will leave you fleeting,
You hope that you're not right,
That soon you and evil shall be meeting.

In the deepest darkest night,
The formless figures in your mind,
Have you begging for first light,
To return normal thoughts in kind.

In the bleakest blackest night,
You meet a realization so surprising,
The idea of self you had was slight,
As to you simple dark is traumatizing.

In the deepest darkest night,
Shallow sounds do spark startled reaction,
That of which would be swift flight,
Another minute of sanity detraction.

But its okay, and I'll tell you why.
To your nature I'll appeal,
You should be afraid, and so should I,
Evil is very real.

In the deepest darkest night,
As what surrounds you is in no hurry,
For evil is not something you can fight,
All you can do is worry.

Always gestured, never spoken.
Left to dream, alone unwoken.

Finally together, this love will last!
Much effort and time, did not come fast.

Dreary day, soft slumber I make,
But what just happened, was I awake?

Our modern fears
Foolish, man-made, imposed fear
The stress can **** us

So many questions, I dare ask why.
Boundless choices, I choose not to tie.

So many wonders under the sky,
Awaiting my view, but can I?

So many people I shall not pry,
Keep no secrets, tell no lie.

So many things I want to try,
All my desires I dare not deny.

From all the adventures I will not shy,
For one day I will die.

I want to, but I don't know how.
Always thinking next, never doing now.
You're a mystery and an enigma all in one, Things would be simpler had we not such fun.

Anticipation has me over-thinking,
Over-analyzing, forever sinking.
Over and over I've weighed this through,
Be silent or finally act, what will I do?
Will this time I divulge my thought?
Or yet again my words be caught?

Yearning to find out if there may be something more,
But hold back so you won't shut the door.
As friends we've really had a blast,
Worried if I open my mouth it won't last.

Times about up for there to be a "we",
I suppose now its all up to me.
Searching for the answer, what shall I see?
Time to find out how this should be.

My love for you is
Just like hypomania
Pure, sleepless, happy

Words cannot convey
All of the feelings of heart
So tread carefully

I am undefinable by any conventional method.
This human mystery so vastly intrepid.

You can never know me, and nor I you.
In even understanding myself I've no clue.

Our identity is not visible to the naked eye.
I am not who you think I am and that's no lie.

Creativity
The unknown making itself
Into something known

Life is a series
Of movements and pulsations
It's a beating heart

That which I cannot
Comprehend with just a glance,
Makes me fear the lack

Measurement confines
Worth is our utility
But measured by time

There are no objects
If there is no space between
Nothing is something

All the fear shook me.

Through me stood the darkness,
I didn't want to start this.

Journey upon me now,
I couldn't wonder how,
Met the curtain with no bow.

The laughter with no trace.
Beckoning with no face.
Worried with no mace.
Nervous without grace.

My strength did not endow,
My will would not allow,
My fear just hit me, wow.

So the walk I must finish,
All the glory to witness.

Mindfulness was the key.

The justness of justice has lost it's touch,
From past important impressions it made,
Internal ethics, humanity as such,
From my moral compass begins to fade.

What's fair is fair, but life is not,
Noone ever said that it would be,
I'll do what I want, that's what I've got,
Is the attitude of the world it seems to me.

The obsitnante emotion brings us pain,
It removes the bond that brings us together,
If allowed this bond will continue to wain,
And soon enough our lives will sever.

With bleak hopes lingering in the past,
There is no reason for me to change,
With the world in terrible turmoil so fast,
Being selfless never seemed so strange.

Sleep is like the calm
Waking hours are the storm
So then we must choose

Compulsive thoughts and
Overwhelming emotions
Displace me in time

Light and dark are like
A separated couple
Never together

I've finally found something,
Comfort and solace daily ring,
A full joy makes me want to sing.

At first a lack, my detraction,
To have you would be sweet satisfaction,
But now you're my greatest distraction.

But to me there is nothing wrong with this,
I feel in my emotions a perpetual bliss,
I promise to you I will never be remiss,
You I shall never dismiss,
For What I Want is to feel your kiss.

Energy is like
The blood of the universe
Flowing in throughout

Suddenly in a blinding flash of color
A new landscape and mystery materialize,
Before you can act you twitch and shudder
In the gracious beauty before you eyes.
The foliage illuminated unnaturally
The monuments of stone independent,
The world's depth enters gradually
Another time and trace resplendent.
A light enters view majestically relatable,
A transcendent being of light it stood,
It's native tongue soul illuminatingly untranslatable,
Without a doubt this being is pure Good.
Then a stroke of booming thunder,
A sound so terrifying your body leaves you,
A noise that easily tears you asunder,
That consumes your surroundings in a gray hue.
Without a thought you know what if,
Frightened yet unable to make a move,
Despite the beckoning monster you remain stiff,
Any courage you had failed to prove.
Yet again a blinding flash of light stressed
And now you are no longer where you were
The Good being

What must I do what must I say,
To be with you for one more day?

What must I say what must I do,
Just so I can stay with you?

You say you're leaving come May,
I'll do anything to make you stay

Depression is like
A wealth of weight on the soul
Real and persistent