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
Retraction of ChlorophyllLonger nights, and shorter days,Sinking towards the horizon,the sun stretches itself againstpulsating veins retractingfrom margins to petioleto stems unmasking green from orange to gold, to vermilion
Horses, HorsesThrough the window in my mindas I watch from behind my closing eyeswith the joys of happiness dripping through my veinsI see charging violently,peacefullyhorses.With their eyes full on fire.I see horses.Brilliant bright lights blinding.Horses, horses blinding me softly.With beautyemitting from their shining bodiesand rhythm sounding powerfullyfrom large elegant hooves.Horses, horses.Bright, shining lightfrom their glowing silver bodies.Power, shiningfrom brilliant black outlines.Freedom ebbing from pulsing veinsreverting back toward my gazefeelings of wonder.Glistening, glowingbright and shining,free and wild.They gallop from within my weak gripAnd disappear as I awaken my eyesTo view their full, great beauty.But they have gone.They have flown.Stretching out powerful stridesrunning from this mist,this fog,that surrounds me.They have gone.Left me alone.They were horses, horsesFree before my eyes.On fire with beautyEleganceMystery.Horses, horses.
Swedish Elkhound-LitShe tugged on my fur like I was a teddy bear,Her tiny fingers curled in my thick gray mane.My fluffy tail is her blanket of warmth.She laughs and giggles at everything I do.And I laugh at the joy she so easily receives.As she rests on her mother's lap to sleep-My master and I slip from the cabins nest.Evening approaches as dusk settles in the air.My ears pricked for the slightest of sounds,I keep my nose pointed down- for the scent of elk.It fills my nostrils as if they stood before me.A bark emanates from deep within me,Then I dash across the snow-covered terra.My master followed at a distance, trusting my senses.My prey cannot hide its tracks along the forest floor.And before they know it I am upon them.The bull turns to face me to protect his does.He will not fear me nor do I fear him as he charges.I dodge his antlers with the swiftness of a ghost,I sink my teeth into his hind leg then release quickly.He calls out in pain as he rings his head around.'BANG! BA
For I'm a graveyard lurker.my veins are bluewith restless wanting;your ghost fingerstuggingat this untamedhair.stop loving melike that, darling,in nightmares-kissing the starsfrom my throat.if i can’t have the sky,i will howl my laughterto the earth,planting a homein the dirtbeneath my claws.
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.
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
Queen RegnantAs you embroidered autumninto my bones, I heard thetrees giggle to themselves:"We're going to make allthe leaves change color,pin them along the sidewalkfor you to follow and we'llwreathe them in your hair.You will be our daughter."You folded apples into my smile,making it crisp, but sweet. Itook the time to thank you byshrugging off my sweater andgiving it to you. A daughterof the trees, braided with theirleaves, needs no protectionfrom the elements that embrace her."Your leaf diadem suits you,daughter," they say astheir branches weave betweengusts of wind. For once,I believe them.
Elements of AutumnLeaves of autumnreleased from trees' handsBonds dieto the wind's desireNovember skiesraining fireWhile frost cover the lands