Spinning like a top
Light bends on the horizon
Stretching with the sun
Turning
Category: Haiku
Doubt
Lying to myself
Consumed, by fear of failure
Gnawing on old bones
The freezing wind blows
The sluggish heart beats, it stalls
Whispers bites and stings
Echo
Snap my fingers, waves
Expanding in the ether
Snap, a miracle
Tap, tapping rhythms
Shaping order from chaos
Tap, the birth of time
Ripples of desire
Rings, spread across the water
Ripples in the dark
Murmurs and Echoes
Poetry of the lost muse
Murmuring shadows
Consumed
Angels burning bright
Holy as the morning sun
Rise to arms, take flight
The red horizon
Heavenly hosts storm the night
Save your life and run
Angels go to war
The Nephalim breed terror
Horrors of the damned
The Race
Striving like a rats
Calamitous confusion
Struggling in a cage
Free me, let me soar
Stretched on the wind, eagle-like
As the cool wind sighs
As day turns to night
Hiding in the cloudy field
Shrouded by sorrow
The world turns and burns
Spirits scatter in the light
Rats in the cellar
Confusion
The incessant attack
A slow steady friction
Leaves me confused
All my ideas
Ruined sensibilities
Left on the spillway
Invasive constructs
Slip the net of consciousness
Ravage and confuse
Savage ferocity
Permeate my unconscious
Like the swelling tide
Waves pushing forward
I succumb to the current
And drown in their trough
Boot Camp
I have been patient
And now I want to break loose
It is time for leave
But there is work, yet
To be done before the end
There is no rest here
Duties fill my mind
My hands from scrubbing
There is no laughter
There is little joy
Marching under the hot sun.
Day by day by day
Our spirits are stained
We neither wilt nor blossom
Work under pressure
No play-time no fun
Up the hill like Sisyphus
Dread the daily run
Searching
Examination
Always looking for something
Sequencing events
Following functions
Trying, trying all the time
To find the order
Age and grow older
There is no escape, we are
Woven Fate’s skein
Spinning on the wheel
Each and every thread, a line
Spun in the shadows
Soiled in the sunlight
Unravelling like poor cloth
And secretive truths
Trackless as the sea
The inscrutable Brachma
Intraversable
Each tear, an Atman
Like the dew on Maya’s face
Sweet as her sorrow
Condemned
Alone and drifting
Searching for the way, guideless
Wailing in the wind
Hollowed by the light
Still as a pillar of salt
There is no recourse
There is no harvest
All my clever thoughts, like seeds
Cast in the dry fields
We leap for meaning
Like green shoots reaching for light
Wither and fall down
Lost II
Words slip through her lips
Whispers, fragile promises
Breaking as they fall
Cooing in my ear
Her subtle tongue, honey sweet
Promises of love
Speaking to the heart
Luscious as her open mouth
Like ripening fruit
Lost in her perfume
Her relentless beauty, hot
Expectant, dripping
The resonate chord
Strikes the heart as the light dims
Blinded by her star
