Haiku and other short poetry and prose I’ve left scattered about and throughout the various cyberhaunts of mine…
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Primal December
I ache for those pagan days
Saturnalia!
*
It’s those voices;
those penetrating and perturbing voices;
ethereal voices spoken from faceless mouths;
Yes, those voices.
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how I view the world
requires not my eyes to see
my life’s perspective
*
long and dark-filled days
the light that once pleased now pains
still, faith guides my way
*
tho’ beyond my ken
speak unto me with thy tongue
whispered words betray
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land between rivers’
nine year death knell rings no more
lies alone prevailed
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Now is not so bad.
But, it always seems
to be a little better
as Then.
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Surround me with such things
Erudite things
Simple things
Things of pleasure
Things of pain
Any thing
That can both
Take me forward
And can bring me back
To where I long to be
And to where I forever dread
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minds provoked, pursued
the beating and burning heart
graves settle but dust
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the blood turns not red
until the wound has occurred
truths are bound by scars
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the slow burning fuse
the flash of the fireworks
none live less the spark
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mete me with wisdom
mete me with the hidden way
blind, I find no bliss
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empirical lust
a burning need for knowledge
cant douses the flame
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Love’s arrival
demands Epiphany’s flourishing trumpet.
Love’s departure
requires no such song.
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forge forever on
tho’ dark death rewards us all
forge forever on
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whither journey’s end
is that which eludes me
yonder shall I go
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from mind to matter
believe it and it shall be
you determine you
*
sing out savior songs
dance free amongst the cherubs
listen for the wind
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if we chance to win
we must also chance to lose
both promise rewards
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who among us all
leave no footsteps in the sand
who can bar the tide
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the word is as told
its telling built empires
deconstruct it all
