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Genre: Micro verse
Theme: Privileged
Author's Note:
He/She might not say
Anything casual

Expect something
Calm to ears
Thunder in the sky
Dog shaking under covers
Scary noise is gone
There are 8 types of haiku 5-7-5 syllables about nature
 Nov 8 S R Mats
Never let go.
Just a sip of strong.
Left to my own.
What was the test?
Must not confess.
Keep it covered.
Who will know?
Felt that way.
Too shy to own.
No regret for then.
Was it just selfish.
Was it for purpose.
But, now-
My own private wrong.
No more wick to light
The candle lost its fight
It actually is about a candle that I couldn't light. Lol
If ever there was a man
Who sought to understand

The trouble in your heart

It was me

To apply a healing touch
To comfort and as such

To curb the flood of tears

It was me

Now the time I fear has come
My work complete, must run

Just remember as you smile

It was me
I have been the turnkey in many a life, with no regrets
Olive and sage.
You said you loved the colour green
The shades hidden in leaves
the froth beneath the seas

And everyone that knew you
learned to love the colour too
And now I see it
in every metaphor of you
 Oct 15 S R Mats
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?

The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.

I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.

If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
 Oct 15 S R Mats
oUt Of sYNc
The day I lost her
She told me she had
forgotten my name
in someone else's lips.
I am searching for
New York City
in your eyes
wading deep
in Wall Street lies

a desert for us and them,
you can do many things with a blank canvas
--maelstroms, blaze dispersions

a line allows progress, a circle does not,
infiltrates the surface,
flashes into steam

our red cathedral,
our furnace lake,
the promised land in spiritual drought

this catatonic
heaven, a thirst for something more
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