haiku
smoke only exists
a dance between air and breath
when a fire is lit
to sit with yourself
is a difficult battle
and also a gift
cold and unfeeling
a person unto himself
just out of heart's reach
i wake each morning
certain of what the day holds:
opportunity
left with nothing but
littered empty promises
and a crumpled heart
there's no medicine
quite like breathing in fresh air
watching a bird soar
just by happenstance
i was there and so were you
to be continued...
this life is a gift
death, the box in which it rests
open if you wish
i gave up my joy
for a slice of indifference
and thought that was love
not yet morning light
no longer the dark of night
somewhere in-between
tied forget-me-nots
to a post in the backyard
don't remember why
where has my day gone?
i can't find it anywhere...
searching for lost time
i can't breathe just yet
i need his hand off my throat
and his tongue in check
and if we are weak
compared to rocks and mountains
we know not our strength
people in my mind
whisper stories to my heart
validate my pain
i miss you always
no, only when i'm lonely
mostly i forget
close your eyes and see
watch the universe unfold
before your glory
my thoughtless mind is
spinning, whirling, tumbling
fighting with my heart
a snake in my path
slithers its timely greeting
as my heel falls
blood stains on bike seats
i refuse to be ashamed
dangerous woman
capture a moment
only to watch it dissolve
into memory
as darkness settles
hello fire, my old friend
what shall we ignite?
pushing my body
against the wind; against him
looking for limits
outside my window
everything exists but i
remain still within
many grateful hearts
can change the color of the
sky and of your mind
is success achieved
by those who are free, or those
chained to happy lies
and choice after choice
life goes on until the end
we must all decide
hope lives on in us
the protestors, the dreamers
we refuse to die
trading bars for chains
i know why the black bird screams
and nevermore sleeps
if love must be chased
it's not worth running after
wait for a still heart
writing is a chore
and just like any other
must be done with care
hours drag by hair
feebly fighting back against
a relentless time
perfect days don't last
but appear nevertheless
keeping hope alive
oh what a fine day!
to fail spectacularly
and begin anew
the days ebb and flow
what is the nature of man?
with a kiss betrays
disappointed hopes
sway breezily in the sun
wasted summer days
pressed against the roots
desperate for a future truth
facing all that's known
to be powerful
to know how it smells and tastes
life without constraint
waste away the day
regurgitating your shame
or swallow and see
leave the world behind
escape on the wings of dreams
but steer clear the sun
sometimes i forget
life is not what i expect
but neither am i
a precise exchange
thought out words and stilted speech
always miss their aim
what if god exists
the broken scream at the torn
but what would that fix?
the fear in your eyes
calls out to a heart in pain
but there's no escape
poetry for one
the truth of love revealed
to a heart alone
intelligent eyes
search not for love, but for kind
beauty of the mind
picking and pulling
my ideals waste away
compulsion runs deep
i know only this:
i left your body helpless
and maybe still am
children are sponges
if they know nothing of love
you know who to blame
each brick lays a path
that can be followed or trashed
there is no right choice
this world is in pain
if the broken are blameless,
who should be ashamed?
one day i will fly
on that day i will be more
just before i fall
a fluttering flag
bleeds for the soon-to-be dead
good patriots all
i still can't believe
our souls were fated to meet
what a tragedy
what would my life be
without friends for comfort and
foes for constant growth
i make decisions
all at once or not at all
unsustainable
feminism asks
"am i a human being?"
the answer is yes
just one inward glimpse
and truth unfolds before me
my reality
life does not begin
but merely continues on
uninhibited
the void you create
when you take your love away
consumes all my days
if i unseat thee
will i win this game, or live
just to joust again
confusion consumes
those whose ears are attuned to
newspeak and half-truths
life is hard because
we project onto others
our own awful sins
why do problems seem
much less difficult to solve
when they are not ours?
life's a fairytale
though i know not of dragons
still the beast awakes
i distract myself
and waste each precious moment
trying to forget
your eyes break the ice
that once encompassed my soul
numbing me from pain
so many mistakes
where do i even begin...
stop talking to him
happiness happens
it cannot be tamed or planned
waste not this moment
light falls on my heart
revealing what lay hidden
my love and my shame
why do we wonder
when wandering is a choice
is there more to life?
maybe i need to
or rather, i shouldn't want to
but i know i won't
we take for granted
all we have: rights and freedoms
until there's none left
i will be more than
the smallness of this body
i already am