Berry trees fall glum
At snowfalls greeting; Ruby
No longer loves me.

If our tongues were blades,
They'd be hiraeth lulling me to sleep.
An exotic dance, a battlefield

As the wind whistles through my ears¨
I turn to the beautiful sunset.
Waiting for tomorrow.

Beauty is fleeting
Time is more precious than gold
The heart is what lasts

A haiku a day
Keeps my sanity at bay
A refreshing way

Jewish activists lay dining,
publicans with plebes aligned;
upon the Roman chaise reclining:
Israelites well-bred (and wined).

Jesus never did wax wroth
while brokering deals for global fail.
No martyr’s noble tablecloth
enfolded Christ, Omega male.

Messiah, Lord of marketing
was favorably credit-rated.
Power points to Christ as king;
One worthy to be worshiped/hated.

Beta beasts and Alpha tyrants
rich investments when installed
tabulate their dull aspirants
chewing cud and unappalled .

Many a sociopathic brute
has steered the bride (Christ’s clueless wife)
away from every attribute
pursuant to eternal life.

You ****** better not forget
when trees get watered at the root
and global profit rises yet
that Jesus wore a business suit.