Freckles of wisdom
scattered across his kind face.
Each spot a bright star.

Olympian flame—
What heights I climbed to know her,
Clouds in my blue eyes.

Wilted then reborn
A single drop is enough
To reignite me

Monosyllabic
Is a five-syllable word
How ironic right?

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his vacuum free hand
tidies wires in a storm--
surge protector wife!













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Swirl devil wind,
reek dusty havoc.
A mustang watches.

Silly hermit crab,
try on a new home,
a Budlight can.

Longacres racetrack,
ghost horses called to post
by Boeing trumpets.

I would decoupage
our love.
Life for art's sake.

My hanging fucshia
attracts a humming bird.
The nectar's on me.

The wagon was red
The sky coughed dewy smoke
Footprints in the mud

angry trees above
fresh mown grass driven rain wind
dark gray sky looming

When the silence speaks volumes
I will molt away
reborn with brilliant wings
of silken brown and gray

Child gazes out dark cloud

mother holds an umbrella

dark clouds shedding tears

Chris, a boy whose smile
Can make your heart melt
Like Ice cream on your face

They always tell kids
"Just wait until you're ready"
Really wish I did.

Don't know why with you
You asked: "is this your first time?"
Face down on your bed.

In the north of Spain
Would travel to you again
Still sends me postcards.

The worst thing happened,
Never really felt the same.
Changed my whole world up.

My first ******,
I will love you forever
Think I was on top.

You were just one night
Ripped apart ******* ******
You weren't very good.

Bad night in April.
Had *** with an old friend,
The absolute worst.

Eating bagel bites
He told me that he loved me,
I really didn't.

Margarita mix
The next day you left for France
You were really big

Have this **** buddy
Only a daytime thing though,
Sees my whole body.

man in the bathroom
why are you staring at me
i’m meant to be here

Hi, Little Haiku.
So short, sweet, full of meaning,
I think I love you.

She walks on water
Her ripples echo, become
The waves of my life

a deep slated plume
of hatred for those telling
me what not to do
such a mindful waste

I'm the cold hard ground
But she is the gentle rain
That makes flowers grow

Long road, cool ocean's sun
Bare feet, warmth, sinks the softness
Drives my soul back home






road trippin (song) - www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYaZdWdhAg8

The rose petals blush
As the thorns protect her smile
And the stem holds her

Suffocating time
Clocks tick beyond infinity
Beyond our numbers

Modern Haiku
Foie gras
Exploitation of geese
Posh food

Cows with udder
Too big for their bodies
Industrialized

Greyhounds
Get legs broken
If too slow

Bleeding bull
Disorientated in the sand
Slowly dying

Taser rowdy whites
On incontrollable blacks
A gun is handy

Water
Rocks splinter rollers
The breakers hones the rocks
Into shark fins

sap rising, buds swell
pink flush showing on may bush
blossom confetti

"Love's pure silver silver flame
gives each innermost spirit
invisible warmth."
-Artist Unknown
Your love reaches deep within me. It gropes at the darkness of where it last slept and finds that it no longer carries the scent of you but left abandoned like the first class in the Titanic. It's been centuries from lives past since love last resided there before it left for a few lifetimes to go fight for herself. She braved on as men invaded her land and stole her children to make them work as dogs. She was the leader of an army of Amazon woman warriors but they were more like goddesses, their love for their people kept them alive. Before the days of war, were the lives of leisure, when she ruled the pyramids and supported the world on the balance of her shoulder with her hips. Love hadn't been there since before Eve sprang from Adam's rib and the dirt from the earth as they fell into the hole of original sin.
Your love entered me without hesitance. A bright white light around the room when you walked in. The north star, star of David stood in second and third place while the flame your love carried with bare hands and risked second and third degree burns shined brightly. Your love burned hot silver and warmed every corner that was once frigid and lonely. Your love reached deep inside me past every molecule of me that stood in the way and charged to my innermost self. The place where only I resided, but barely knew. With its light, your love came in and revealed parts of me that were lost in those past lifetimes. A love for myself and for those around me. I will spread the love that you gave to me and reach deep inside others with my heart as your hand holds mine and touches my soul at the same time.


...In a haiku poem, only half the story is told... It is the other half you must pay close attention to.

You need to know that
you are the sum of your parts
and I'm glad you're here.