between two buildingsbetween two buildings on Hollywood Boulevard there isan abandoned plot of land where another once stood, and it is the only clear view of the Hollywood sign from the street. the most sought after view in Los Angelescaught, perfectly, in failure
date haikuon the pierthree seagullssharing breadsushi datesalmon and salmonand more salmonroad tripone hand on the steering wheelthe other in yoursking size bedfor threesummer furnacetheme park datethe happiest people atthe happiest placeautumn morning witha light breakfastof kisses
a replyaudience of onemakes more meaningfulapplause
The End Toward the end, Taku was hardly there. Physically, he was present, but Tobias didn’t know the man in front of him beyond knowing who he once was. Tobias could tell at a glance when Taku was there and when he wasn’t. The only part of him that remained consistent was the marble eye, the cloudy gray anchor that at times seemed dull in comparison to his large personality, and at others seemed to hold his head in the realm of the living as the rest of his body tried to revolt. He’d fall into fits of rage, periods where anything and everything he could keep hold of long enough would get thrown across the room and left wherever it fell; other times, he’d be the bright, buoyant person that drew Tobias in from the beginning. Even at his brightest, though, the light seemed to fade from his real eye. Tobias knew he was tired, but it was something beyond exhaustion that he didn’t have a word for. It was the dete
The Nomad When the nomad arrived, the building inhaled. It was a slow, shuddering gasp of a breath, wind passing into the shoddy boards the same way it passed through the tattered clothes hanging limp over the nomad's frame. In the breeze, both swayed. The nomad hesitated only once before breathing out. The building exhaled with him. When the nomad sat, kneeled solemn at the foot of the barely standing bed, the building stilled. The very air held taut, lifeless, as the nomad pressed his hands to the dusty bedsheets, fingers tracing blotched stains dried out from years of atrophy. When he took his hat from the bed stand, tapping the dust from it and letting the dust fall onto the bed, the body in the bed did not move. When the nomad stood, the building exhaled. It was a long, deep exhale that lasted until he stepped back outside, wind carrying the nomad out and onward down the road. When he inhaled next, the building did not move.
.the fool tearspaper from notebooksbecause he can't createand in the processcreates art
Believe The only time Tobias saw Taku offer any sort of reverence was at the steps of the church. He made it a point to remove any traps set on the front steps and the door before crossing the threshold and entering the church, eyeing every wall and window more carefully than Tobias had ever seen him do before. When Tobias asked if he was religious, Taku laughed. “It’s not for me, kid. In a place like this where everything’s falling apart, people need somethin’ to believe in.” “What do you believe in, then?” “Myself, of course. What about you?” Tobias, too shy to tell him that he too believed in Taku, said nothing. Years later, as Tobias stared down Taku’s vacant marble eye in the dark of Taku’s room, he would remember that moment. Tobias wondered if, even then, both of them had known what it was t
moving haikumoving in autumn:rain fallsindifferentI want itbut I can't keep itsunlight in fallmoving boxespacked tightwith memoriescargoan open boxwith a cat insideprecious memoriesshipped offto thrift stores
AlexandrosStood back from the crowd slightly, a lightface amidst the many in the acropolis, his gazecaptures mine. Fine features alight, he is a flame brightin the summer sun, my greater half. The myriad waysthe mind plays over the less than gentle graspof his fingers entwined with mine consumes me. Daysare lost to the pleasure of his presence, his body mappedand charted by my hands—not for conquest's sake,but to know the certainty of companionship at its core.The world is to be conquered, but the heart, a mazeto rediscover again and again, a mutable space to explorethe very breadth of closeness that inclines him to stay.Although I've conquered much within my reach,without him at my side, the world is incomplete.
Love Will Find Youtrue love will find youlifting you to the heavensbarely touching down©Phatpuppyart.com
TriumphTriumphtriumph for the KingHis truth will be acknowledgedall shall be revealed
affection driveIf I recycledthe love littered at your feet hearts would starve no more.
Writing a HaikuWriting a haiku;Running out of syllablesis a pain in the
Hakuna Matatano cares in this worldsing hakuna matataand just fly away
Diwalifestival of lighta time for peace, hope and joydiwali magic©Phatpuppyart.com
unwrappedyou: complete packageme: various useless parts(assembly required)
Leaving the Day Behindleave the day behindto a night of peaceful sleepstars will bless your dreams
Why I Don't Write HaikuThe thing with haiku -you start with this deep messageand then run out of
.rolling windcatches your hairand my heart