And from whence the sky
Did so make its old premiere
So shall it regress

Can thou ever know
What there truly is to know
About anything?

Sometimes in order
To accomplish anything
You must not do it

Life goes by as such
Day after day after day
Planting a dead tree

This haiku is like
Another haiku within
A meta-haiku

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.

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.

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.

I woke up hopeful yesterday,
I cannot say the same today.

I mulled it over in my head,
This is the way it should be said.

So much to lose, so much to gain,
How can I help but want to stay the same.

I woke up cheerful yesterday,
Things did not happen the intended way.

We smiled and laughed the whole time,
We had an adventure, it was sublime.

So much to see, so much to do,
And yet today I am feeling blue.

I woke up happy yesterday,
But now I'm not, to my dismay.

At days end I had my chance,
Tell her how I feel, ask her to dance.

But instead I just let her go,
Again I did not let my emotions show.

I woke up ready yesterday,
For a game I just couldn't play.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 point is to live.
Which is impossible when the path is full of lies.

We live to be free.
We work to live.
We are bound to work.

Happiness is success.
Success comes from work.
This is a lie.

The culture is work.
The few own the many.
Life is a sham.

The point is to live.
We are bound to work.
These are the chains that bind.

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."

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.

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?

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?

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.

It doesn't get better
When you realize we could all be together
But the lives that we wreck and we sever

Life's great and I don't know why
I love music, I love love, I love pie
Just think, happiness can make you cry

All we can do in this world is remember
Like the fun we all had last December
But I refuse to look at the calendar
Cause what we have right now won't get better

In that moment it all made perfect sense,
Music was the answer, how could I be so dense.

The rhymes and phrases began to steadily flow,
A feeling so unfamiliar, it picked up quite slow.

Magical waves of distortion in the air,
I no longer felt the need to care,
No sadness, no anger, no one could scare,
Like an emptiness and fullness of everything there.

It picked up with an intensity that was bound to fade,
An impression of permanence upon my soul it made.

The song began to fade, with my attention along,
I knew my intention-inspiration would soon be gone.

So I write these words in hopes of expressing a unique experience,

But before I was done, the song ended.

In a world, with a life that is restricted by constant struggles for power, an endless barrage of stepping on one another shoves labels unto the unlabelable, the powerful and the powerless all come from the same stock, yet the one comes before the many in most cases, and to this an answer still remains to be spoken, as violence and conflict beget violence and conflict, I yearn to see a world characterized by thousands of hands holding up thousands of hands.

And so I believe that we need more,
But what is it I'm looking for?
A dream I dreamed,
Or so it seemed,
Thousands of hands holding up thousands of hands.

And there you were again,
And with you that blissful pain.

So happy, and yet blue,
I always plan, but never know what to do.

You're the one I want to stay,
But time and time again you get away.

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.

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

Some of my friends think I'm pretty cool,
But personally I just think I'm a fool.

I put on a mask for my daily life,
The real me just can't deal with the strife.

I try to befriend all of the girls and guys,
Changing my emotional appearance with lies.

Sometimes I feel as though it makes me strong,
Pretending all the time just to get along.

It's one of few things I don't get tired of,
Giving off a facade of unconditional love.

Maybe I do this solely for me,
Pretending to be the man I want to be.

Perhaps that's not the case at all,
As with diminutive effort, I still don't fall.

Suppose I pretend to be what they want of me?
I imitate the person they want to see,
Its odd to think that it comes naturally.

So this leaves me pondering my actions and motivation.
An internal fray that leads to mental evasion.
The avoidance not turned by logic or persuasion.
Over time this has left an emotional abrasion.

Who, then, Am I?
Am I just a lie?
Or a real guy?