The barred doors of the cell of the past and the misunderstood assumptions present in the ones close to the heart insure the cell of the future is to be a sentence of life; For the crimes of memory and resentment is a prison and offers no escape and no parole, And the key is... Continue Reading →
Morning Tarot: A Haiku
The horned one appears in fire; fanning the flames of the past-- and the all consuming worship of self; at the cost of the beloved many. Two blades arise and as they point to the earth, they signal a caution of the fall and to be wary of repeating the past and the lust for... Continue Reading →
Pushing through
On any path to a new chapter there stands a wall. It rises from the asjes of the past and spans the width of the dreams it pushes against. My wall is constructed of used liquor bottles, broken hearts and dreams, paperwork and reports piled up, and shattered emotions from my loved ones. It's mortar... Continue Reading →
Unmutual: A Short Poem
There is a law unwritten but enforced called "conformity"....and it is lethal. Breaking it means a death osentence of the mind although a life sentence follows. I have broken that law. I have become a number, and my identity replaced and re-written by a society that demands I remain in line, and graze with the... Continue Reading →
Quiet morning: A Haiku
It settles in on me like a welcome friend, or a kiss from a new lover. As I sit and watch the fire begin to spread across the open air, I feel within my spirit a fresh wave of hope for a journey that beckons me onward and a past will now leave behind. Lead... Continue Reading →
Alone in the Rain: A Haiku
The rain is driving and beating me; it pelts me like a scorned lover and soaks me to the bone as blood soaks the soul, and with the same unmerciful guilt. Wherever I go, it is there; Whatever I do or choose, It lives-- and closes its' frigid grasp around my heart and tears it... Continue Reading →
Falling Up
When I was a boy, I would stand on my head a nd gaze at the deepest blue sky. Surrounded by grass as green as emerald fire, I would wait there, baffled as to why I could'nt just let go of Earth and tumble into the blue. @baffled#haikuchallenge
Lonely Street In Twilight: A Haiku
As a ghost or a forgotten spirit, I walk the streets with no face and no identity-- looking only for a warm smile and a doorway in which to sleep. Dreamless--for those are but shadows of the past; and, like, me-- homeless and with no place to rest.
Armor ‘Round my Finger: A Haiku
I find a shield against the world and it's darkness, in the shining silver on my finger-- a suit of armor within a band of devotion and a promise to be kept. As a circle has no end, as a road walked beside a friend, as a life that I will spend-- within its' glimmer... Continue Reading →
Random Morning Tarot: A Haiku
Three reversed and pointing to the earth, The first, six, round and shining; warning of isolation and speaking of ruin, The second pointing e eight blades downward-- foreboding defeat and lack of hope.. Woe unto the future for the last also points a single blade to the soul and spirit, saying with the keenness of... Continue Reading →
Portrait from the Mirror: A Short Poem
Looking back at me is the face of distortion; changing and growing yet still afraid and knowing that each day I can still fall.... Falling and flailing against morass of psychic tar, and knowing that it came from within me makes my soul weep for all my mistakes.. and from the pain I have caused... Continue Reading →
Aries Confused: A Silly Haiku
The Ram basically gets his horns caught tight in a bush of confusion and just sits down and says: "A Screw this" I'm worn out. I'm just going to wait for this bush to either die or dry up. This day is going to suck and my horns look like crap. The End
Random Tarot: A Silly Haiku
The damn cups keep showing up first and nine of them, of course, they're reversed so I'm either in love of stuff I don't have, or something I want, I a'int getting. Great. Thanks for the great start. Then, here we go again with the King of Swords, Sitting and grinning at me like a... Continue Reading →
Time is an Anchor
The days roll by with dusk arriving as an early friend, but the days themselves seeming to linger longer when you are waiting for a special time to come. Time is like and Anchor to my soul; an Anchor I must pull and toil against to get to the goal that beckons, so hard and... Continue Reading →
Aries and Hope: A Haiku
The Ram has climbed from it's fall and regained his strength; he has found a strong cleft in the mountain of hope and, once again, with caution in his mind and his horns ready for the challenge, he ascends to the heights of destiny and renewed light from above...
Random Tarot: A Haiku
The Star shines down upon a true rebirth and of newest hopes; A new Knight appears holding the cup to be filled, lifting it high to toast a new time of balance and strength; Whilst a Tower; wrapped in fire and chaos warns that change can be unstable and forbodes chaos if the path is... Continue Reading →
The Judgement of a Man
I point the finger of judgement at a man who has, through words, and actions, made a family into wreckage; where the only casualties are those who once loved him. Through bluster and rage and words thrown like razors, he carved a swath of bitterness and biting spite through what was his guiding light. He... Continue Reading →
Aries Falling: A Haiku
The Ram has slipped from the cleft and has fallen onto the ledge below that overlooks a desolation. He struggles to get to his feet...alone. He will have a mighty job to climb the rocks and, again, see the sun and the summit but now he lies in torment. He raises himself in pain, to... Continue Reading →
Random Tarot: A Haiku
Three are drawn, open and ready to fill themselves with abandoned relationships and lost bonds; Two carved of wood appear, writing in words invisible that life is distrupted and made less through conflict; A mighty King arrives, his word drawn and held in a cold, unforgiving hand, saying " Woe to you...your inner frost will... Continue Reading →
Divided: A Short Poem
We spent last night destroying one another; a family torn in four parts and never to mend it seems. Words, like daggers, thrown and stabbing deeply infecting each of us with the venom of spite, guilt, and rage This morning will not bring dawn but, instead, bring the darkness of silence and unsaid resentments. There... Continue Reading →
