Mass a peel (Haiku)

An orange is not

a nihilist refusing

the beauty of rhyme

Rise and Shine

Today was the day

we knew

we were wrong

& had been all along.

Trusting in their truths,

evidence, predictions, proof, profession

Confession: certitude with servitude

brought back into light

when the sun did not rise. 

Image By NASA [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Taken October 20th 1968 from Apollo 7 altitude of 120 nautical miles above Earth on its 134th revolution (213 hours and 19 minutes after launch). 

Statuesque (Haiku)

my Buddha don't pray

He just sits and smiles all day

crumbling away

A Release from Sext

In the afternoon
I hate myself most
garishly, as all
nerves frayed
with split ends, all noise
nails rubbing slate
I'm tired (of myself).

By then-Between us
at least, there is space
room to know that
it is not the nadir
obstructed with sunny optimism
what Others see, outside of me.

In silence, I seek serenity
I try-I appropriate-I displace
I operate-surgically, extracting-
a locality no longer near.
I sense us coming together,
a second in passing.
I pretend not to recognize
myself anymore.

When the skylights dim
my movements are lighter;
feathered words, pillowed prepositions,
untether thoughts,
the contrast crispens.
Finally,tension snapped-symmetry shatters,
I am now freed from my toxic unity.


Image by Hans Andersen Brendekilde [Public domain], A wooded path in Autumn (1902) via Wikimedia Commons.

Kinesthetic revival

Born out of our inertia state
while silently
our senses
are sewing
our patchwork genes,
to Be
delivered, redeemed, undone
the blank slate begins,
to write it all off
a pattern to follow
blindly, numbly, not for us.
Not able to notice earth's busy spin
its constancy keeps us safe
centrifugal, reactive, unresponsive
never the less, we regress...

What's more, Those, they
(such as We) that feel
First-
and make sense later.
We don't walk into webs,
our antennas always on high alert.
Hyper-sensitive, ultra-receptive,
gut feelings or (not)
knowing and acting
instinct and intuition
dreams become reality
-we enjoy-
coded messages
defying gravity
while carrying burdens
throwing our weight
testing our substance
hoping to make an impression
in the sand, on the sky
shooting for the stars,
hovering in a black hole
gravity swallowed whole
floating in Nirvana
and residing there
easing into eternity
for never and sway.


Image by I, Luc Viatour [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0 via Wikimedia Commons. Water on web. 

Jog Lam

‘Tis not that I have

only little to say

(today)

my use of words

is the wrong way

my peeps aren’t worth a pop

my pennies are in pesos

Tho’ the flow

never ceases

the spring cannot unsprung

I dam it up

the words get too eager beaver

and my teeth stick out

(so I shut my mouth)

‘Tis loud in my head

the din always wins

despite nothing said

relentless ringing, chiming,

rambling and gambling

that silence will only

be truly mine

upon death-

I’m not in line for that

(yet)...

At times like these

‘tis my regret

to be resigned

to quietly waiting

with unwanted words,

the line I’m in

is not moving…

Image By Luther C. Goldman, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Worlds apart

You-There

may think

I-Here

pin words in place

For: me

(from: You)

i do

try to feel you

through these lines

a trap, a web, ripples, 

and the butterfly 

admittedly

my soul smiles

when the moon sees us both

on the same side

maybe I'll make a map

wrapped in a legend

a poem dangling on the net

groping for paper

I made a place to meet

Anticipating Always,

You-Here

I-There. 

Image By Kraigsta (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.