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O dear Morpheus, for thy rest be no disturbance in thee?
For thy sole ideas be neither order nor structure in flow?
Fear I sense for thy sacrèd inmost sanctum closes its eye.
This is a Sijo that I wrote one morning after having trouble sleeping. Its language is mostly influenced by William Shakespeare (hence the grave accent).

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
With gestures increasingly erratic with every strike
And punts as constant as ink gliding across ivory
Our vigilant artisan gathers his wisdom on combat's eve.
This is a little Sijo that I wrote to reflect my long-term love for Eastern culture. I felt inspired to write this after watching too much of "Two Best Friends Play Yakuza 4."

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
Caitlin May 2014
The difference
three little words
can make.

What are yours?
I kinda wanted to see if you could get what I mean. Three words that what I'm asking- It can be a sentence or three individual words...
Thanks
The unpredictable hour of ebony arrives.
No choice have I but to sustain my absence from my affairs
Till the vastly capricious moment of inconvenience fades.
A quick Sijo written during a recent blackout in Norton, England

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
Beneath the dense amber downpour of remedy, I rest.
Atop the immense scarlet sea of anarchy, I stand.
And in the midst of etiquette drawing its final breath, I weep.
My favorite Sijo so far mostly based on one of my most common dreams as well as my feelings regarding society and my place in it.

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
Peace to repentance
Nothingness to apathy
Such as all should be
My debut haiku strongly influenced by my strong sense of morality and injustice.

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
Two performers debating on a quirky time capsule stage

Evaporating the barriers of time with their improv

As the spectators breathe life into their routine with no turmoil
Inspired by two hilarious costumed actors I met at the Preston Hall Museum today.

This also happens to be one of my first few sijo poems thanks to Tees Achieve's Creative Writing course.

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
Kai May 2014
Color over all the freckles on your new nephew's face so he can redeem his society-killed soul
And outside the lines on the turtle's shell
And the shoes onto the poor boy's feet so he can't feel the world
Thirds come in once and are taken away as wholes
Kai May 2014
Shout to the nearest old man who can't hear you anyway
And to the baby who will never be born
And to the flowers that refuse to grow
There's not always a second chance
Kai May 2014
Walk to the town where the first crow's feather fell
And where the first snowfall was caught on the pink tongue of a six-year-old
And where the first autumn leaf was raked into a pile of its fellows and jumped into for freedom
There's a first time for everything
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