Haiku 04Fujisanages with the seasonsWhite hair in winterf.11:00:00/091231
Haiku 03A distant town,outlines in the fogon the painter's canvas.f.12:52:07/080913
Haiku 02Island of poppiesin the field of wheat.Farmer's seal.f.10:15:40/120505
Fukushima FlowersYou think of Salvador Daliand melting clocks,chronology brokenand mirrored versionsstuck in themselves.Forms blurred underthe origin of life,car crash nature,a star burstinginto petals.An exploding reactiontaking lost millennia.You think of broken nucleistuck in meiosis.
Mabonthere are dead leavessprouting from her amber spine,reaching with child-fingersto devour the sun.her skin is freezing,seeping winter throughnovember pores.seeking warmth,the whiskey tonguesof godless boyswish to decipherthe atlas of her thighs.counting the sleepy firefliesalight in her lungs- there iswanderlust churning & warmingher frostbitten heartstrings.swinging pendulum hips,"I am the tease of autumn flames.I breathe in mint sunsets,& gasoline dreams."
Hope in music of sadnessHope in music of sadnessThe Poem-----------------------I am going toMy special placeTo find the wordsLike when voicesIn my head helpMakes me feel againYou always findA way to keep meRight here waitingSearching for feelingsAs the light fades awayI'll be right here playingAm afraid sinceThe day that youLeft in the endIts pulling me againAm falling Downsix feet to the groundThe pain is spinningIn my wounded headFor words left unsaidMemories areLike riddles thatMake you sadAm afraid sincethe day thatyou left in the endAnother sleepless nightwith only a ray of hopeHas become my only friend
Anthology - Pluvial Perceptions PLUVIAL PERCEPTIONS* * * i heavy clouds hung lowtrembling promises of rain-drop by drop it comes 1. Kaleidoscope SkiesSunlight kaleidoscopes against a canopy of cloudscascading into gold cyanglittering like webbed crystals on soft fabricas it admits defeat against the skiesA roar rips across the cloudsthe kaleidoscope is brokenjaded shards shatter towards the earthfertilising it with broken sunlight2. Lightning Icy nerveselectrify within mecoursing through my veinsFriction sparksbetween my fingertipsslashing against your skin I wince at the severity of my voice Crying onto scorched shouldersI hope to soothethe cracks my words created3. PetrichorSurging from their veinsclear liquid rains downdrenching stone and soilAs Zeus cries lighteningSoaking into the greenDemeter's elysian graceintoxicates the earthsprouting flowerswith Persephone's likenessMixing with dirt and lifetheir tears and blood sweetens the airlingering long a
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skiesBrightened by only starlightChildren playDelightfully acrossEvery land,Field & Sea.Gravity is only an afterthoughtHilltops become ladders into the sky whileInferior planets stare down upon the EarthJealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.Keppler only thought of scienceLinear, elliptical, movement…Mythology had no such thoughtsNeptune & Nebulas both inhabit spaceOrbiting across the lonely darknessProbably never worried about mundane thingsQuestioning their existenceRight now or for all eternity such as us.Shooting stars make us joyful whileTerminator is an otherworldly spectacleUnknown to all those hidden in their housesVarious stars await us outsideWaiting to play like we did beforeXenagogue & invitingYouthful but ancient curiosities.Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
Rainbowi.I have a bouquet of lightcliquesof shattered sunraysthat shun thosewhose rose is not as rubicundor whose cerulean is only slightly sea-green-stained.Slice up the whiteand imprison it in sardine canssyringesand push the plungers home.But no matter how much you may trythe result is death;for you've frayed the perfect threadsbeyond repairAnd only dried minerals and plasmasome darker version of the cosmic latte concentrated.ii.My heart is a prism.All that's around meis coldand bleaksome hibernating hummingfrozen beneath the winter's coat.And inside,I must be a time machine,because I cannot abide this monochrome much longer.And I've sprung forward to spring.I'm seizing the iciclesthat drip from the pallid cloudsand stripping themand cutting themand setting themand in my heart they are transcribedand flowers bloomin the rumination of the sunlight.I'm bursting;a host to the aquatic fermentationand I sip this bouquetan imitation of the future,slipping
A Wolf's LullabyLooking through my opened windowUnable to sleep at allI hear a wolf's cryFull of sadness and painAt the sound of it I start to cryRunning into the forest with only my pjsI follow the trails of wolvesLooking for wounded soul that criedFinding the wounded animalKnowing it's about to dieI get on my knees and craddle it's headSinging a wolf's lullabySeveral years later unable to sleep againI hear the sound of wolves cryingFull of happiness and rejoiceI fall asleep at the sound of a wolf's lullaby
LoveLoveIt's something in all of us,different but still the same.It's a way of expression;some times normal,well some times strange.It's a feeling that you have;sometimes happy,or sometimes sad.It's a curse,or a blessing.It makes you lose yourself,or helps you discover who you truly are.It's something that will always happen,whether like it or not.But something that can't be controlled,or be freed.But always be happy,that you can love.
WolfI saw my soul that dayI saw it in a pair of amber eyesFull of sorrow and understandingI saw the true me that dayIn the swiftness of runningOn four feet instead of twoClaws and teeth ferociousAs well as kindI found my true nameIn the warm grey furHard and stiff like rocksYet soft like velvetI saw how wonderous the wild isIn song, and soft moss beddingTo work as a team, and to loveI found myself that dayI was lost and blind beforeI found myself in the eyesThe eyes of a wolfHe showed me the pathThat was hiddenThe magic of living againNot dying, if not for himI would be deadI shall never forget that wolfWho saved my lifeWho showed me my true selfMy soulMy true nameAnd who to trust it with
Elements of AutumnLeaves of autumnreleased from trees' handsBonds dieto the wind's desireNovember skiesraining fireWhile frost cover the lands