They call to me; early, impatient,--and creaking. Looking down at the keysand squinting through a cracked mirror of blur,raising hands which are balloons of lead,to push into life words that wait in the queue of the addled Tilt-A-Whirl in my smeary mind. I find that the "T" key and the Space Bar will have nothing... Continue Reading →
Haiku: We are all in The Village
Freedom is but an open door to illusion.When we are "entertained" we are numbed,numbered...and herded. For we all live in The Village,all bright and colored and quaint,yet impossible to leave and driven to stay yet we dream of freedom that laughs at us...and raises it's skirt to promise easy love.We are flowers in a terrarium;growing... Continue Reading →
My life as a Bagel
It's 4:00 in the morning and I have risen from the all too brief, coffined sleep; driven by both insomnia and thoughts that race as shards of glass from a mirror cracked. There in the dark of one small lamp, I see the keys and they call again to feed from me, from my soul's... Continue Reading →
Haiku: Thorn in my Eye
A sudden look from afar this smoky room,A fleeting dream of hearth and home...only a glimmer;A dream caught and trapped forever in gleaming glassWhile the thorn of her gaze both punctures my mind and brings my heart of rusty gears to full stop.
Stuck
He was stuck in a placewhere he saw his broken visagereflected in the screen of sheer honesty;wasting away from decisions from the long road and regrets from the short road he could not resist. He pounded his fist towards the unforgiving skyand screamed at God for creating his own existenceand asked--begged--for it to be done.... Continue Reading →
Standing by the Shore: A Short Poem
He stood gazing out at the sinking lightThis ragged, tattered man dressed in a fine suit,holding his alligator shoes in one handand his life in the other. He was a teacher,and a good one at that;good enough to survive the endless days of chaos and stagnation;riddled with obscenities directed at him...and by him. He had... Continue Reading →
Haiku: The green Rain
The morning spent in blankets of grief; a memory of leaden edges,a glimpse into life's new breach while green rain fell and pooled==in silent witness
From the Balcony with Tarot
I spent the night and shared it's embrace;watching the rain of diamonds and wrapped in a cold blanketthat kissed me all over like a lover. The cards spent that night with me too.They had become a face to my souland a portrait of the longingsof my heart. They were laid out more times than I... Continue Reading →
Tight
He woke with "Danny Boy" stuck inside his headand forced himself to get up while his body screamedfrom it's every part, "stop moving!". The chemo had done it's part,he was suitably exhausted and looked the part of Karloff's stand in. He was as tight from head to toeas an old war-drum.The heart inside him beatas... Continue Reading →
Uncertain Journey
I heave my life onto my shouldersas an anvil that bears down on my soul, Each step along the cobbled path of my existenceseems to sink deeper into the stones on which I walk.I look around me and see others who are on my roadand struggling under stones and boulders of their ownand force my... Continue Reading →
Bars and Locks
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 →
