[OCD] Haiku Thread Compiled

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Start again with joy
Pain departs, time's massage,
A boy climbs the tree.

it speaks to him; he grows old
and happy in it.

this new home that i found
what disoveries

When perception sees that all
Is mere perception

As Being and Becoming
Moonlight on water

slivers of romance surround
me with fleeting warmth

you with sentimental dreams
breath-heat makes them rise

our dreams together born of
the ashes of love

bohemian rhapsody
this song makes me cry

with pure life plucking each chord
chords within my soul

thrilling to the ancient strain
of truth, beauty, love

I seek,travel, light, reflected
receded darkness

unveils the silent snow
and still blue shadows

gleam as though diamonds shining
compared to my soul

can anyone describe it
the pain runs so deep

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the pain runs so deep
overcome it only if
survival is goal

if you have nothing better
to live for today

without a certain purpose
does it make life right?

I plant this tree, pondering
if it has purpose.

Will this be significant
To its existence?

tree needs earth, water, light, air.
Tree exist, builds tree.

playhouse in the sky for me
gaze at stars, hiding

dead memories from yourself.
Night remembers not.

the pains of the day gone by
blissfully sleeping

hand on your chest, sharing your
blankies and sore throat.

wood burning fire, snow fall
cozy winter cold

I close my eyes as snow falls.
Sleep is so tempting.

but what am i missing when
im unconcious

And on my face they run along -
five baby squirrels.

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five baby squirrels
steal seeds from plant pots and risk
dying for their meal

No edit, no cry
no need for apology
it is just a game

we can all play together
i think, anyway

though sometimes my thoughts are best
plucked and sneezed away

like tiny eyebrow hairs
gone, on the wind

oh, scarlett, couldn't you see
rhett wasn't worth it?

but really, are there any
worth wearing that for?

drapes, whalebone, paper dresses:
fashion faints away.

encourage reality
barbie's not real

She’s just as fake and plastic
As the rest of us

from dust we came
back to dust we will


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Back to dust we will
Return. Ozymandias,
Crumbling empires

cold dead streets markets staring
am I forgiven?

Does the Pope sit in the woods?
Where's that missing H?

i think i might have seen it:
sesame street?

Still Ali Baba's hiding.
Do you remember?

Rome, Babylon, great Persia
Dust now, history

teaches us that it is the
perfect moment

how often do you see that?
cherish specks of time

do not dust them carelessly
great friends may await

thank goodness for patience
or i'd be lonely

except for bread, peanuts, and
squirrels in the park.

like thoughts in my head, run round
with no direction

I aimlessly wander here,
Tomorrow waiting.

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Tomorrow waiting.
In the cold remorseless rain
The bus late always.

Days pass. Fate plays games with us.
Grass grows on our names

consequence of living slow
hurry up and wait

run fast: fly. like algae, life
puddles when ignored.

like the witch of the west or
was she from the east?

Or from north - Hyperborea?
My memory fails.

I am sleepless in sadness
The world is no more

The bed spins and I must pee.
I'm just drunk again.

how did that happen anyway
i just went for one

But returned with many.
Something has changed.

Attachment detached. Let loose
Euphoric feeling

Eastern horizon gives life
Volition driven

By the language of freewill
Just a mix of words

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just a mix of words
communication a joke
no wonder its art

When other subjects cower
From confrontation

comes understanding others
and acceptance

Is a reaction to life
And experience

is the only way to learn
i am so smart

Art cannot keep up with me
I’m light years ahead.

might be possible
understanding is vague
previous haikus

have made a mess out of
baddad's brain space

communication hiat-
us. let's scream, shall we?

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us. let's scream, shall we?
silent assemblies await
infusion now. NOW!!!!!

But there is no addition
And no greater strength

us. let's scream, shall we?
with our feet in wet cement
it's a short boat trip

To see where Sisyphus is
Return ticket's best.

If the turner faces back
To the joyous sun

we turn, eyes widening in
ecstasy of light.

in my eyes as well as heart
a day of surfing

tired, burned, but truely glad
contentment fills me

like dinners with nana like
songbirds at dawn

transition of dark to light
dreaming souls gently aroused

Real world calling upon them:
"Come with me, with me"

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Songbirds at dawn
So happily they twitter
Amused with their song

Ecstacy of light
See how the stars shine in blue
They are all yellow

all those little flying lights (that)
my aching eyes see.

the perturbed emotions of
dancing bananas

wearing slack sown pajammas
they look good in black

mamas and papas insane
oh, you pretty things.

Dulled by my consternation
Plagued by attrition

Wow, you guys are pretty cool, I am to lazy to even attempt something lik that.

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Plagued by attrition -
sunlight, harpstrings, smell of stars-
all gone -world is old

i'd better wake, return to
dawn on mama earth

she'a love all her babies
we find'a her sun

surrounded by solitude
near the forgotten

well we have sung songs to the
gone, lost and strange ones

they're never really gone, lost
and strange, not at all

is the rainbow up above
blue skies beckon me

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blue skies beckon me
darkness fills my hand one true
thrust will send me there

Panting, sweating; forgotten
feelings to furrow

burying past emotions
with borrowed seedlings

i plant my thoughts. they mature;
i don't know myself.

I dont know any of you too
No, my mind is gone

Though I knew not its entrance,
Pathway or exit

destinations are blurry
means are justified

leaves ochre and skeletal
crying city shore

Porous molecular skin
Absorbs salt water

so that many dogs can lick
our hands clean of salt

that crystal drops leave behind
ready to move on

inquire of dead men
where the journy will bring us
they grin and crumble

ready to move on
flesh-cased molecules dissolve,
renovate the earth

Ready to move on
Now, wholly unpretentious
I'll kneel before you

and you before me, us both
end the strife of world

peace. Conflict happens. Lets just
aim to reduce war.

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Aim to reduce war -
total sillyness, I say.
Let's bomb them - who cares?

why lower rifles or hate?
we are soulless pigs.

aiming to live a pale life
playing in our mud

forgetting the days gone by
aiming ere higher

as the stars fade from our view
through the hazy skies

Killing machines blaze away
Attacking zealots

attacking creatures, humans
plants and bad ones, life

imbued both in rose gardens
and venus fly traps

seem to hold me, suspended
above all I seek

i can watch it fade and die
from here i see truth

and behold truth is ugly
so far it has been

impeachment, hostility.
how unfortunate

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how unfortunate
these waters that are so deep
must be black to me

Before I see the stormy,
night-sea horizon

Drawing in, enclosing all,
So significant

are the words we choose to us
to live by freely

and break the chains of life
oh! heavy burdens of my mind

of my mind i can barely
carry my brain - plop!

Plop, plop, easy now!, that thought
Its escaping! ....plop!

oh no down the street it rolls
spinning, spiriling

out of control, spread my wings
and i leave this world

to go beyond the last road
that leads out to Rome

time itself will never know
all shatter to death

fluorescent grenades falling
because i'm clumsy

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because i'm clumsy
Quasimodo would agree
i am a pumpkin

large, orange. I have a strange face
on old hollow's eve

One told of followers who
Believed pillow dreams

sword fights, cannons and feather
blankets wrapped in warmth

Around your tender body
Where my arms should be

is not at limp by my sides
but up in the air

everyone is tiny
i could step on them

and cover each cherished dream
of my dear lover

who sleeps quietly like an
angel on her clouds

children, laughing and playing
Her love she sends down

Like summer rain. But they hide
Beneath broad-leaved trees

during fall, a blanket of
leaves covers the ground

vibrant oil paintings for
children to dance on

is the vision we must keep
ever fight the tide

Corrosiveness of water,
Salience of love

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salience of love
wonderous attack of love
beautiful love

i have yet to discover
if it may be real

come away with me, away
to the darkest part

Of the heart, does the mind delve
To find your true self

you went away this morning
a traveling light

back to it's home, Italy
Strange and distorted

the waves crash on the white shore
i sit an watch them

with destruction and decay
all without a soul

outraged, ploughed through, courageous.
Waves so tall, made graves.

in stands of pines and oaks where
no one ever comes

where silence hides and noice escapes
the cries of life's distress

Beckon me to the edge, I
see the world on fire

Desire for great love-giving
Living lives so free.

freedom only after death
oh, what mood i'm in

but can't share it - they'd take my
shoelaces again

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shoelaces again
and i'm at a loss of words
so ado, my friends

read the note on her nightstand
i miss her laughter

her lovely nymph like giggle
she sounds like Kushi

sucking on sushi in a
London restaurant

I know i've been there once, but
i dont remember

September, let alone June.
I so miss Summer!

when I smell the honey made
of sun and warm days.

Let's praise, for armed with love, from
One stage played two lives

love and hate bring mournful cries
whisper sweet a final kiss

thunder final cries...'twas a
damn fine opera

it was merly a glimps into the dark
of rage and horror

she dreamt the other night, then
woke up in cold sweat

felt a calming hand on her
shoulder, it soothed

her worries away, promised
eternal support

tickling my nose, the scent
always in a dream

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Always in a dream
The fearsome beasts are crawling slowly
Up the table leg

there you go you little mouse
food there is, this season

faust of hellish fate be risen
watching owls, past demise

past the midnight's darkest hour
long after all is gone

time looks around decides he'd
better take off too

before the glass does empty
tempest fury break

against the shore, waves crash and
spray hits send me back

Return to an earth of gloom
Just normality

Is acceptable it seems.
Give me whackiness.

our stand alone complex
wreap insanity stead

stead rhymes with thread but I'm not
sure how to spell ryme???

one is three but two is one
am I confused yet?

i've mittens on my feet so
i can dash down streets

A meerkat clowning around
With beer cans and cash.

my life descends into grey
end of beginning.

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End of beginning
Creates a lifeless desert
All is becoming

Shamed by the site of you
Alone and falling

in this state, tormented sleep
fear holds whips and chains

that beg for this suffering
and greet it hourly

the end and the beginning
sound of bells that toll.

Bats shriek in the dark with words
like fingers nightly

whisper over sheets and skin
moonlight on the snow

I hear your heartbeat break this
beautiful silence

pocket full of poetry
but nothing to say.

When something is on my mind.
Anything would do.

just wrap it up in paper
and a red ribbon.

Is all that's left. It flutters
Around the lamppost.

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Around the lamppost
the light falls like the skirtfolds
of a debutant.

Let me sing. She outdreams all
Dreams, dances through love.

Half-real things from yesterday.
Who buys milk today?

The baby serenading
Mother for supper

Allow me to pour some wine
Oedipus has died.

Elektra never quite lived
Who should we have next?

Night after exciting night
Scheherazade still lives.

In my heart. Her last tale still
Echoes through the nights.

the song of creation; night
is full of music.

that no ear can hear, no mind
translate, interpret.

hearts and minds will always weave
this enchanting canopy.

so bliss doth end here
confrontation expectation

Something's gone awry
here methinks. the haiku thread
Has definite rules!

lines 1 and 3: five, line 2:
seven syllables.

is this line I write now, and
now, very confused.

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Now very confused
which side is sky and where's earth? - You
and delirium.

Cold and lost amid the waves
Near freedom

(The) waves near freedom
Lap like a cat's tongue in milk
Lack penetration.

Lies wasted in the desert
A love never known.

Glimpsed in moments of feeling,
Nurtured in your heart.

Promissing, devastating,
Aching, urging hopes.

Regurgitate my stomach
Don't think I can cope.

dancing in these red slippers
when will it all stop?

Pots pile upon each other
Too much washing up!!

Longing for a dishwasher
But, poor me, no luck!

Life's a lottery ticket
And I've no money!

Or a rich husband in sight;
What a girl will do?

All she can get away with,
With integrity.

Plodding through high and low;
Paths of life are so.

Well-trodden that the mud clings
To your every step

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To your evey step,
Without passion or glory,
The souls decompose.

The bodies flaunt in glory;
This is modern times.

Life is longer, happiness
Is less manifest

Happiness what you live for?
We do not belong.

When we long to be. Better
Growth through becoming

Experience and toil will
Enlighten the way.

Many are struck with hatred,
Everything was lost.

ravaged, and all hope was gone
from pandora's box

I crept into the darkness
And scurried back home

Where the heart is;here I am,
Waiting at your door.

Like a child leaping, running,
Through summer meadows

We travel, carefree and gay;
Fall a breath away.

russet leaves, emotions, bathe
in summer's twilight.

Messages of love are seen
In silence you speak.

Louder than the words;your eyes
I hear beckon me.

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i hear; beckon me.
though i cannot see you, love,
Your voice succors me

Softly, gently, patiently;
Opens paths for me,

I am the last wanderer,
Where I roam is home.

For everyone except me;
That's why I still roam.

So close and so distant,
Dreams awaits me

That my hidden mind creates
For entertainment.

We will bare our sould and minds;
Nothing left to care

for? Are we bereft of love?
Scared to love others?

Scared to love ourselves even?
I roam to find home.

My home is where your heart is;
Will you let me in?

A vagabond, derelict,
Longing for a home

That's made of stone, earth and grass;
And flesh, blood and bone

In one perfect harmony;
I'm in awe of you,

Teaching beauty how to speak
A better language.

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A better language
Never knew I understood,
In silence we speak.

All shall be restored with time,
Many will live on.

Which one from all the thousands?
God keeps playing dice.

Sacrificial people are,
For the world is one

ball hurtling through space. You
enjoying the ride

Of waves of experience
Crashing on my shore.

The flotsam of endless waste
Make aesthetic art

Crushed and smeared by your able hands
My colourful dreams.

Without misery and woe,
Love engulfs the lost.

In caverns of emptiness
Echoes live what was.

Without rythym and purpose,
All became peace-filled.

Follies, raindrop's dance macabre
Hesitant existence

Silently grows in the dark;
Your eyes set me free.

Alas! Once trapped by your spell,
Liberty is pain.

All found the true happiness,
Where were you that day?

Where were you that day
Your consciousness first appeared?
Where were you before?

Nevermind;
Thee I`ll find.

Find be ye joyous and warm
Or wizened by time.

Were the few to sacrifice,
The many shall live.

Because a few shall need them,
Too many shall die.

Lost are the unforgiven,
Soone there will be joy.

The infants eyes widen,
Mouth opens to smile.

Longing to be future's kin,
All fear the unknown.

Except those infant learners,
Climbing mountain peaks.

Doing the impossible,
All thought are for love.

But a mere jest on your lips,
Love becomes thoughtless.

When expressed in flowers, food,
Mass-produced romance.

Buried in hollow weightless hearts,
Nothing but a farce.

Nothing but plastic hearts. Could
I have a ventricle?

Feels more like an icicle
As a blood-tunnel.

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As a blood-tunnel
Carrying life to my heart,
Hope keeps me alive.

Belief sustains my living
Is life ever real?

This hope and longing;this pain?
All a dream with you.

Maybe all shall become great,
The passion is love.

Many will pretend gloating;
Only, we will know.

There will be no surprise, just
Stark experience

white snow creaks under the ski
sweat falls from my brows

I labour to make you laugh
You smile with me

All worries are forgotten;
This is a new day.

a newly ironed shirt
on the clothes hanger

Lots of strange shells suspended
All bodiless skins

Solemnly waiting to find
Life in soulless bodies.

All shall be unforgiven,
Why were they brought back?

The photos, thrown in the sea
are swept to the shore.

The shore, forever reseeds, our lives
Our loves and our goals.

Our loves and our goals,
Promises of yesterday,
Ashes of today.

Sackcloth of backdated worth
Hairshirt awaits you.

Regrets and mistakes entwined,
Judgement awaits you.

The Cherry Sovereigns preside,
Life, they ask, is it yours?

Of course they don't understand
The question they ask.

Echoes sadly in the minds
Behind blank faces.

A world of bacteria
Nesting in the brain

Lurking in patient vigil,
The malady grows.

Like sweat on the arching back,
Evening twilight

juxtaposes haste and rest
as we scurry home

Mangos bring sweetness and light
To hunger, to might

we just lie in the fields
feed each other's mouths?

As the nightingale sings songs
Tend each other's wounds.

With the medicine of love
Healing where it can

How were we suppose to know
Souls are never cured?

Souls are never cured
Imagine a physician
Searching for a soul

In a land of apathy
Full of empty shells.

These cliffs upon which I stand
Stretch out forever

Every direction I turn
Nothing but the void.

Can comfort me now. Nothing.
Emptiness I crave.

everything and anything
now I want it all

The hunger grows rapidly.
We all must obey.

Our innermost desires
Else suffer later

Myopia shrouds the truth:
The sun shall blind us

Sentencing us to dark lives
Under a bright sky.

Sand makes graves, quartered moon will
Stretch across the sea

Who will be helping us then?
Who will guide us through?

Fields of endless splendour
Clothed in golden earth?

my tea reflects sunlight on
walls made out of clay

Compacted with old soldiers;
Their unwanted bones.

Their unwanted bones
Clear of sensation and sin;
Smell of cinnamon

olfactory fire sets
allergies ablaze

Rapeseed fields of England
Suffocating me

Secretly, slowly severs
Me melancholy.

Echoes. Woe and poetry.
These themes that haunt me

These distinct characters, irk
Is their middle name.

Lesser than their first? Christian
Names...... whats in a name?

Is identity comprised
of what they call you?

You call of what they call you
That what calls you they.

exist neither here nor there
never anywhere....

Exists here and there, but where
Thrives everywhere?

exit 'R', add 'E' and spin
now I've found the thieves!

Pilfered ancient emptiness
Bought knowledge of death

With the price of birth and growth
Have I been short changed?

Or have I not known the worth
Of this life, this love

Of this life, this love
memories always remain
singing sad refrains

The winds whisper through willows,
Weeping weary whirs.

twining teary touch-me-nots
grazing gazelles gasped -

how well does your gaze gets it?
As well as it is.

i drove myself mad! yes, that's
to be expected

Like predictions sometimes false,
Lives devoid of hope.

Anticipating the point
Bring it on! Bring bring!

said the man with fists clenched tight,
clad in pink chiffon

The queen paraded through pubs
On St. Patrick's Day.

Wearing green, white, drinking black
The cream on my lips.

I shall regret tomorrow
When rising early.

I am half between dream and
reality. Yawn.

What a bore, unless mixed with
Dreams' fascination!

Dreams' fascination!
Never fails in connecting
body, mind and soul

all these are! a poet said
long live the poem!

Through love, through strife, and chaos,
It will persevere.

hasty tasty bacon bits,
Spam will never die!!!!!!!

Resurrection is not real
Options abound now

Toward the less fortunate,
Like a breathing wind.

Clarity confiscates pain
Blue waters flatter

Humble seas that flow modest
To compared oceans.

land breathes high, mountain tops proud,
never judgemental

yet humility precedes,
allowance enters..

Where force hinders not progress,
But thrives as passive.

It is the absurd human
That brings life to death

That void of unconsciousness,
Feigning sleep with peace.

drip trails of freshly wet tears
whisper on pillows.

Whisper on pillows
The hush of slumbering nights
Sounds sweetest with you.

barely open hooded lids
tug at your heartstrings

Like a slow hindered zephyr,
You finally flow.

by the hand of trust and love
explosions ensue

With the madness and fervor
Of unsettled minds.

cannibals of thought persue
all that's logical.

All that's learned compares not to
Wisdom's great treasure.

Is an old rococo chest
Completely empty.

That is good, that is real, that!
The joy of nothing

Aimless lives, purposeless beings;
Writing void poetry.

The divine shines forth in void
The void is freedom

light and dark harmonize as
zero balances

Once we are laid down, wasted.
Nothing but a sigh.

Comes from the weeping willow
Waiting for love's turn.

My imagination steams
When is it my turn?

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When is it my turn?
Unanswered question echoes;
Secret lies within.

My hidden identities
Created each day.

Berated anyway. Fun?
No way, no way, no!

Truth held dear felt not deceit.
Wool over my eyes.

I gaze in great amazement
Here come bouncing sheep!!

Do they keep counting themselves?
In sleep, in deep sleep

Living in a hole
The hamster has never seen
the golden world

Reflects light like a glass globe,
Refracting entranced.

my crystal ball gazes at
what remains of me.

will soon become ash
I embrace these asps

And stare into the wide sky.
What do the clouds say?

They say bergamot is real
The fragrance, here, now.

Breathes me in, like a swift wind,
Then leaves me empty.

And brings me to fruition.
Ahh! Crunched grapes, we are.

Solid, yet filled with softness,
Where the sweetness lies.


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Where the sweetness lies
There lays the lost laurel wreath
White frangipani

Adorned with Daphne's laurel
Circles in bright blooms.

faery rings are glowing bright
step in if you dare.

To that mystery, that dark,
Where minds fear to tread.

There do I find my succor
Unrivalled splendor

shine that blinds my mirth-filled eyes
sightless and in awe

I climbed the highest mountain,
And found Paradise.

Exploring the gardens lush,
avoiding apples.

The serpent faded to clear
In allegory.

The glorious gods destroy
Are we laughing yet?

Please remind me when we do;
I refuse absence.

Indeed I do, roses bloom.
Should I be a rose??

Lily, orchid? Unlike me,
All have scenes sublime.

Midnight Train to Nowhere chugs
on the gilded track.

Continues a thread of breath,
Writing each moment.


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writing each moment
believing again in life
I am undone now.

Like a blossom not yet bloomed,
But coming so far.

these travails pass into mist...
rather like kisses.

It seems the funeral hymn
Has lost its glory

Like a crudely dethroned king,
Cold over the sun.

Embraces a freezing heart
Palms leave a warm glow

on the rush of oiled flesh
sun rises unseen

With the shining stars in view
To a barren oak.

Mothers present shiny tithes
And mine? We question..

The reflection captured in its luster.
Avalon's misty veils are lifted.

And Mine? We Question..
The reflection captured in
its luster. Ava-

lon's misty veils are
lifted; don quixote seeks,
however, in vain.

Evil always taunts virtue,
Like the thorns of vines.

Completing the thin red line
Generating sin

The souls transmigrate in life,
Cycling in vice.


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Cycling in vice
A white moral prostitute
Still eats oranges

cycling in vice,
strolling in debauchery,
hedonism glows.

hedonism glows,
hedonism grows; naught is
stunted but morals.

The idle mind continues
Its monotony.

That draws me from my slumber
To write poetry

Get paper and pen. Relax.
Breathe. Sigh. Move hand. Flow.

Let the love of the beyond
Take its peal, its life!

Unravel the mind like fruit,
Sweetest at its core.

Don’t we all want a bit more?
I do! So much more…

sweetest at its core
i do not eat anymore
where is my anchor?

that strands me in my anger?
It is all inside

The world, the mind, the senses,
Reflecting outward.

the mind projects enthrallments
to recall the time

The place, faces and voices,
I make memories

recall arriving here; den,
where have you gone to?

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Where have you gone to -
Those breathing skies and fine winds
That exert small drops?

Easing emotional tax
Give a smile, void shines

far be it for stones to turn
themselves into graves.

The idle minds push, unknown,
Like living in caves.

the jellied dreams of empty capes
curl into themselves.

Void spaces evolve while
Inhaling us in.

surely they can't stop their breaths
rabid for our love.

The sea hushes to listen,
And petals spread wide.

And arms spread wider to lift
The courage and scents

Of confusion mixed with fear:
Sex dreams of soldiers.

Whilst soldiers fear self-defeat
…Hallucinations…

My silent screams never heard;
Prisoned in your eyes.

Your vision makes my movement
I live in your sight


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I live in your sight
Poisoned, emptiness appeals
Nothing loudly calls

But consciousness of my mind,
Singing its chorus.

Like the sirens of dark seas,
My heart lures my mind.

My muses obedient
Follow in silence

Into that dark, luring night,
Guided by moonlight.

And lit by inner fire
I bow before life

Finally abandons me.
Hollow, frozen shell.

Worn out, neglected, alone
That is my old body.

That persists in memory -
A mindless child.

Selfish, stubborn and vain,
Longing for some sweets.

I sing a song of sixpence
Come, feed me sugar

Drink nectar and ambrosia -
The feast of the gods.

Has left the eagle forlorn
Missiles bottle lust

With mad desire contained,
A palate for greed.

Attachments released as seed
lift the veil , my friend!!


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Lift the veil, my friend,
And doff that bland illusion
To see un-screened truth.

Brings maybe pain, maybe joy
Nakedness for sure

Flaunts Aphrodite in seas -
Cupid at her side.

waits for her to turn away
ripe is his quiver

And seasoned is his shiver
Splendor sparks in side

The skull, scattering starlight
In sheltered spaces

There, where the cherry blossoms
There were humans there

Behind the iridescence,
Where minds fear to lurk.

I walk amongst my kindred
Lovers or buffoons

What seems the difference, when
Both make us foolish.

Burn and rage away,
Dwindle into ash and dust,
Floating into space

i search for friends - none to be
found; oh dear, i'm lost

both make us foolish -
dancing under hand dryers
in the lav like tots

The automatic dryers
And sinks remain on.


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And sinks remain on
Yet spirits are now turned off
Should we hope again?

When winter breezes approach,
When the warmth runs out?

That is when barrenness wins
And life fights for joy

Like the illusion in the
desert, imagined.

Sand in the throat of my eye,
Choking, spluttering.

Goes the dark, ravaged carriage
To infinity.

onward! ...:eek:, sally's stuck in a
worm hole: push, pull, gaaAH!

Find your way to the white hole,
To next dimensions.

One cannot fathom the thought
of sequential worlds

The universe spins, and minds
Hold still in ether.

Allow full blown sensation
The access to now

Lies far from the mere outside,
But in one's own head.

Bliss finds solace, life concord.
Laments are gone, ay!

When one breathes with ease, and walks
As if on light air.

Particles swim sun-breached rooms,
Mingling with shadows.


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Mingling with shadows
Highbrowed masters have questions
Sweet golden questions

what to bake with these apples
oozing glazed sunshine

The sky laboriously sweats
Heat dripping earthwards.

Whilst frost engulfs the goddess
Will she let us go?

Do we need her permission?
Come on, let us leave

Not knowing where, but from here,
Only far beyond.

Reaches where Forever goes
Dreaming Beyond Night

I come away white, snow white
As pure as longing

The heart weeps like a willow
Once during autumn.

Sad eyes reflect rain's image
In limpid grey pools

Silver minds attest humbly
Love uncontested

Thrives best with hope, rather than
One's expectations

often attach themselves to
meaningless titles

like queen, bishop, page. traitors
all, the axemen say.

Live, breathing, as equal in
Mortal eyes of death.

whoo, HOO, Jay! :nod: :nod: :nod:

When you forgot I had to update, can't have you or Scher copy-pasting 10 pages :p

page 96

mortal eyes of death
whose vision's fatal, flail--flawed--
up wild streams to spawn

journeyed devils in disguise
posing as Asrais
(*Asrais = small, delicate, female fairies. They cannot be exposed to sunlight or captured; else they shall melt away into a pool of water.)

They shall pass the virtue gate
Unblemished , as sin

The sweetest seems indulging,
But seemingly wrong.

We come away as lovers
Vying for comfort

Under Overwhelming Night
Sparkling With Bright Stars

Angels faces shine of yearn
Softness encircles

All objects, smoothing them round
With time's patient force.

The second-hand commits more
Than humans' hours.

More than Earth's cool soil sleep,
My love outlives me

Greater than life, majestic
All is one! Splendor

Continues abroad where life
To beyond stretches.

We walk, annihilating
Soils of self pity

Where, if tended too much, the
Most shocking weeds grow.

choking divinest flowers
whose fragrance blooms peace

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Whose fragrance blooms peace
Yet who’s the one to cry first?
Please, some comfort now

More fragrant than pink fuchsia;
Love, I need you now.

To let me breathe, feed on air
And nurtured, grow tall

In the depth of sensation
We reach for the stars

A billion cold eyes search
Lonely emptiness.

a void of myriad souls
crescendo of cries

Still allows us be rueful
As free leftovers

At a meal overflowing,
We scatter our thoughts.

to the endless sea and gulls -
minor sacrifice

Follows the less tolerant
With conformation.

never will there be a place
where hearts can collide.

Fertility respires, ay!
My heart, inspired

Looking up the roofless dome,
See the light shine through

Knowing it means less than I
Though I mean less still

The will shall try and persist
For mere attention.

page 98

For mere attention
Even a lost sensation
May bring salvation

Alas, numb all reservations
Hence, what kind of elevation?

Proceeds death, but a spreading
Diffusion of life?

Upheaval as epitaph
Hooray to the fool

That dances through the springtime
Laughs into summer

Zephyrs of eternity
Emptiness is fine

Snow geese fly through open skies
Skylarks fill silence

Around the ivory peaks,
Surrounding warm peace.

Fantasy of the other
The first, the friend, One

All of which are me
And yet none

But divine Nature, and you,
Can amaze me so.

Like Dodos, undisclosed lives
A poet can die

And still stay alive for some
In the realm of books

Hear the epics' living breath,
And poets' whispers.

page 99

And poets' whispers
Unspoken lies regress me
As limited gaffes

Are spoken when truth lies, then
Rule Hypocrasy

Does mere falsity disguise
In alleged beliefs.

We find the illusory
The real eludes us

When all surrounding is illuison
yet hope never dies

Expectations always taint
Hope's clear purity.

shine's through your lies and deceit
bring forth your dried tears

The mind said to the lone soul
I am she answered

neither wispy nor weighty
nor am i your heart

i am a muse for passion
while the moment's now

And the hand moves thoughtfully,
It is time to stop.

page 100 :bday_2:

It is time to stop
Winning the lost game of life
Good, unaided, wins

while bad triumphs in seasons
downing power grids

Shuffling feet at number 10
Behind their closed doors

A creation has been formed,
They are playing God.

But forget infinity
At their own peril

Sounds just like a plot in a
Very cheap novel

words only a collection
of thoughts due renewal

return journey - sunlight paints
another picture

starts to form in the dust,
so a new story

Conjures memory petals
Scented violets

blowing in the wind this day
did make my mind wilt

Scenic skies, this sunlight does
Violence to my skin.

Conveys a blaze to my sky
I dream a free man

Yet, who dare neglects one's dreams
Besides the un-free?

Who are truly lost without-
Freedoms come up cold.

Freedoms come up cold
Who cares for revenge, for lies?
The world stirs, solves all


Unhappiness is but a cloud
Dark but still mortal


evil wars relinquish man's
dreams of a higher plan

Taunt the dreamer, who dreams life,
And breathes poetry.

A light within the shadows,
All shall be in peace.


And breathes poetry
She does, and engulfs my tune
Being melody


All shall be in peace
Resting the old red rat race
Blue is the aura


Being melody,
Sweet is a happy day
Life has so few

Where are the real night figures,
None shall have mercy.

On the children of tommorow,
Unless they know hope


And realize liberty
Lovers will be lost


In trials of the willful
The 'strong' will remain


Without other they will pass,
Vacant the world is.


When naught exists but dreary,
Dark pessimism.


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Dark Pessimisim
Reeks of decaying life
Where is the light?


Shine upon the lonely souls,
Find a peace once gone.


Leaving loneliness behind,
A mind filled with love.

Lost in never ending thought,
Until she tears his heart

The goddess will never rest
Before life all bow

Submitting to her glowing
Struggle for control


Produces the death of sense
A sensual loss


Lightening has now come
Roaring like a death dragon
And shall soon be gone


Was said of the darkest time
Yet it does return

A wave recedes, moves forward,
Repetitively.



your fingertips leave my skin
a sensual loss


The senses grow numb and die
Followed by rebirth


Another life was given
I bathe in the lake


A cathedral of sunlight
Panoramic views


showing beauty unfold
The mist cloaks you

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The mist cloaks you,
Like a milky over-coat,
Surrounded by clouds.

Lost in the enternal bliss,
Lonely perfection.

admired but never held
like the hope diamond

Dreaming of breaking through
To seize the day now

Let go of yesterday and
Forget tomorrow

Time, less, ness, is the good sign :banana:
Emancipation

- Eleutherophobia -
Incarceration

Releases the hidden beast
The cavernous green

Of pike, tree-moss, valley floors,
Mountaintop's soft curves

Lets the breasts of nothingness
Be magnificence

Natures thrown belongs
To all who admire her

She will present you with all
Should you ask for love

In its absence, or wait for
Love to ask for you?

Worried about rejection,
Shyness insues now.

But what will progress from fear?
Not love, nay! Not love

page 104

Not love, nay! Not love,
The one thing that never dies,
No one loses love.

The mantis ever hungry
Preying to be full.

And yet praying to be null
I, a chrysalis.

My identity is here,
Soon I'll be living.

In another, stranger dream
I'll just close my eyes.

As free Morning butterflies
Dancing in the rain

This is the meaning of life
Joy, hope and dreams

It's time is now and will be,
For a few eras.

A wild Jacinth has not bloomed
For the free spirit

The world is barely enough,
Nomads will travel.

In all kinds of extreme worlds
Getting lost in dreams

Where the guiding threads of life
Lead you back to home

They do, the pixies, they do
The gnomes do as well

For bird droppings, as any
Other dull statues

make cold lines of the way-side
Silent observers

page 105

Silent observers
Fall swift through the air, like an
Arrow through the heart

Moves my mind through the heavens
I bleed for you, fiend

Remember my legacy,
I am a legend.

says the man before the fall
shallow is pride

intradermal injections
and tasteless frosting

Used by ignorance to hide
The stench of the lack

Saturates absence of all,
Except the nothing.

Such that incites the true charm
The lure of to know

The wisdom that dazzels
Is that really true?

Beauty is fast perception?
Maybe so; so what?

To know would be to release
The ignorant son

Gets blessed. Parents forget the
Talented daughter.

Her love is lifes strong glue.
She creates home.

In strife, love in chaos, and
Brilliancy in dark.

A true irony of sorts,
Hark! The hypocrites!!

page 106

Hark! The hypocrites!!
Those mediocre midbrains
They win? Or do they?

We retrived the power back,
Back to all the meek.

And throw down your vanguard swords-
For repression moves.

Me to feel for strangers of
Distant space and time

When the worlds traveled often,
Age has stopped movement.

And yet the mind still wanders,
The heart still rises

In tandem and consensus
The blood allows now

letting me breathe until death
start to rise but fail

these soldiers, their staffs - to their
great embarassment

usually sheds a great tear
and comes with great fear

Fight take hold and grant
Never let the hope sink

Strive for the great promises
Of a day for light

and until the darkness brights
I will wait for you

till my soul no longer aches
Our hearts will be one.

When duality ceases:
No heaven and hell

page 107

No heaven and hell
Will liberate inner peace
To be, to thrive, yes!

the winners circles of test
Only to protest

What is inevitable
Is also to live

The reason that we must die?
One defines the other.

You inherit a line: get
Imperfect haiku. :)

Allows the initiate
Perfection respite

Oaisis in the storm of-
Imperfect morrow

Is striving for existence,
Smothering today.

Asphyxiating my way
I am my own scent

Wafting throughout another
Individual

And yet statistically
Understandable

Inconceivable notions
Filtered through brain's sight

Who has eaten my minds eye?
I'm bored. bla bla bla

How endless seconds, minutes,
Hours, days, go on.

Fleeting insignificance
Meaning can be born

page 108

Meaning can be born
From the minute to large in
Equal elements.

Are not equal in value
Presence equals all

As neither past nor future
Show the omniscient.

We cry, let somebody see
We may be moral

O, let the pure will be led
By intuition.

Paths through the darkness of time
Become newly seen

He was that, but much more yet
He was genuine

Like Mr. Dorian Gray,
Until his voice spoke.

then it was discovered
that he was a she

As common as life, or death
The matter is null

As the smallest pebble sand
On infinite shores.

a morning jog takes too long
but property's cheap!

Compared to the human will,
Which will one pursue?

One desire! The false correct
The void is unheard

When the days become again
like life from seeds grow

page 109

Like life from seeds grown
dimness's wail begins at birth
darkness takes flight now

Unveiling bedroom windows
Honey flowing through

the veins sweetly cativating
Asphyxiate- Death

A hollowless yelp reveals
Inner frustration

Compensates worse for one than
Outer frustration.

The collision of planets
Or a softer show

May bring us relief from doubt
Or maybe fresh love

For which the spring birds sing, will
Relieve us ourselves.

Our inhibitions for truth
Exchanged in silence

A glance that changes feelings
From serene to fear

We walk unhindered, as one
We march to freedom

Along a path lined with fries
With ketchup banners

Is marked the path towards
Famed Golden arches

After bypass surgery,

Claimed the tired man.

soon to be reunited
with his family

page 110

with his family
he celebrates thankful for
his sister's absence

Brought him dusty nostalgia
Through old photographs.

Lives once lived, a history,
On the market stall

behind the greying curtains
lies the truth of hope

That hides in folk stories of
Eternal return

This is the shop assistant's
Unending nightmare

Precedes the greatest of dreams
Where the night saunters.

Day would never dare approach
Here will pain fester

Even by this clean, clear pond
In gentle sunlight

The flesh slowly separates
Intense sweet perfume

Followed fine Titania,
Walking through the woods.

i chanced upon a hawk caught
in a spider's web

I spied a vast web of time,
Twined by tiny legs.

I stared and I'm amazed
For the world can give and take

And time, a pointed steel blade
spins on a table

page 111

Spins on a table
Proceeded the shiny coin -
Who would win or lose?

If we all co-operate:
Anarchy football.

They would sit there, watch
They would sit there until time passed
I now say to act

Wired for contemplation
We need meditate

On emptiness, forgetting,
Nothing remembered.

capasity to learn is lost
What a waste of time!

Learning not through mind record
Is meditation.

A path to self creation?
Annihilation...

Ah Nirvana, like a long
Neverending drink.

For immortal imbibers
Nectar of the gods

Known as Ambrosia
Seductive poison

But aren't they all seductive?
Allure of danger

Brings forth the brain of passions
Scents of no account

The curse of poverty looms
The world is stopped

page 112

The world is stopped
The human is again stooped
Yet love looms above

Small comfort when pondering
What dread looms below

Rotting wood, subsiding earth
Nutritious soil

Which gives rise to good above
We come full circle

skirting delays (like rhomboids
and bold obstinance).

Controls the stubborn angry,
Who guides all others.

But he that knows the nothing
To be the plenum

One must begin with one's self,
And spread like fire.

Wild and true burning to show
Exposing the truth

Unspeakable. Unspoken.
There for all to see.

is my undying pride that
I will always be.

A slave to an acrid quill
Moved by Satire's hand

Across the desolation
I stumble aloof

page 113

I stumble aloof,
My sweaty dragon T-shirt
Clinging to my chest

The burdens of yester years;
I stumble across.

The line dividing my life
Black is white is Black.

The sunlight faulters to make
A dull shade of grey.

Funny, how everything fades
at blood on a sword.

Sounds like a brave way to die.
Really--just messy.

who gave Baby permission
to try cake batter?

(Batter morning rain,
In drips of bright winter dew-
Ice and silver frost.)

to try cake batter?
to try unbaked cookie dough?
they're best left undone

I crave clement breeze to cool
My sweaty scrotum

Enlightens a foggy brain
Basking the simple

The simple-minded, maybe
I know the feeling

page 114

I know the feeling
Glowing from deep within me
Pure joy and happiness

Lie frozen across dark time
Where words are kept close.

And secrets are kept closer.
Mouths shut, ears open.

Desperate for the sound of life-
Cut from ivory keys.

Rest the dark pewter key holes;
Opposites in twine.

Reveal the truth of I, mine.
Benign is the lie

For none who enter come out
Sane from room B9

they say I´m corrected now
my thoughts in order

All in their right place, but still
A creative mess.

Sanity's overrated
Safety in madness

Gone too far to come back now
Sleep here forever

No alarm clocks in heaven
Truly paradise

Lost in smoke and pollution
As the sea turns grey.

A tranquilizer would help
deaden my dendrites now.

In the forest of the unknown
While the sky burns black

page 115

While the sky burns black,
The sun's bright iridescence
Glows ever brightly.

Like fair stars of a new birth
Spread across the universe

Their vastness dwarfs my small world
Puts me in my place

The cold midnight garden shed
Locked with a lost key.

A scene from Francis Burnett?
Or reality?

Stumbling into singularity
Dream from dream from dream.

How many times must I wake?
Must I dream longer?

i shall waken exhausted
disturb me, my love.

for my mind is racing in
circles of frenzy

like a dog chasing his tail
I'm chasing my life

But cannot quite run as fast -
Where have the years gone?

and how does one get there too?
More road behind me.

um..hellllooooo people..we're gettin behind here ;)

ya think? :D

page oh, 116 sounds good

More road behind me
The plane taking off having
Wings tightly folded

Against the buffeting wind
Cruising altitude

More road behind me,
Broken from a fearless wave
Riding the last beat.

Cruising altitude,
The waves are rocking slowly
Over his calm mind.

Pass all the troubles of life
Never sinking in

that all these lessons you teach
don't educate me

Don't try to "civilize" me
Dogma won't help me

Neither is Karma my friend
I shun Destiny

Till forgotten morrows lie
Deep eternity

Hollow spiral, never spill
Too many echoes

Sights crowds yellow grey mirror
Sound ripples water

Hot tub with built-in speakers
Back-beat in bubbles

Twirling in a steamy mist
Bring tears to my eyes

That I may see how you weep,
Kiss away sorrows

Sentiment onion stab pain
Salt liquid results

page 117

Salt liquid results
In bouyancy, freshwater
Will kill our Gulf Stream

William murder our Lear Jet
Bill destroy our Stealth

but they'll ne'er take . . . our freedom!!
Love Mel in a kilt
:blush:

Naïve lass toys with oldest sin
Praise that temptation

All is fair in love and war
Some things never change

Once that drive takes hold of you
That serpent's too sweet

Danger lurks for the naive
Until it's too late

She drifts through the dreary stars
Looking for home

Where Death scatters the roses
Of deep deep saffron.

Ragged wildflowers grow here.
A year of worship!

Wasn't half as much fun as
Six months of whoreship

It got old. I got older.
Oldest profession

Deep lines show the years of work
Hard, faded mattress

Lying, sleepless on this bed
Conversing with Death

Her hat is unbecoming.
"Away," I tell her!

page 118

"Away" I tell her
get thee gone foul fiend person
redundency strikes

Don't need to take fashion tips
From the grim reaper

Called today but you were out,
Will call tomorrow.

love, but don't tell anyone
Discretion's a must

"Fine. Secrets," said the Reaper,
"Work in my favor."

Death shall be the penalty
For bold rebellion!

Is not the savior you sought
Rather, your downfall

Than an infinite high rise
Out of perception.

Things unseen by human eyes
But just as deadly

as ebola: bee stings and
anaphylaxis

Aggressive to his system
Like lurking Black Death.

Ready or not, here he comes
Karmic hide and seek

To chill pale bones this week
As the liquid leaks.

The sky is heavy and grey
Over children's heads

the adults exchange a glance.
The kids prattle on

page 119

The kids prattle on
Dreams and today's fantasies
Innocence is bliss

I could use a little now
Innocence long gone

Wandering the centuries
Soaring to the sky

With the wings of the lost dove
Sinking my twin heart.

Making my way through the sky
Following the cat

We walked upon a land of
Paradise and light.

oblivious tender prey
easy as the moon

Moonlight reborn yet again
Glistens on the lake

I can't even save myself.
We're all lost causes

spirit world refugees adrift
spiralling outwards

Watching the passing planets
Drifting through the stars

The lost dreams of tomorrow
Waiting to be found

Even before we feel lost
Inherent yearning

i am not lost yet
how come i am still here?

page 120

How come I am still here?
Did breathing glisten such as
While a child?

He still dreamed of death
And saw his next life

A bittersweet enchantment
Yearning to go back

A needle in a haystack
Represent Life's hope

The morning awakening now-
Greeting rainbow light.

Delicate pink ribbon you
Dance upon the clouds

Fearless of falling on earth
A small smile breaks loose

When she sees the bright blue sky
And the butterfly

Beauty is such a burden
Spreading her wings wide

Reach for the beautiful sky
Landing on a star

Is impossible, unless
In fantastic dreams

You are what you want to be
Living without care

Lives the life of no thriving,
Spreading like dull gray.

In a life full of decay
Going somewhere new

The edge of deep azure seas
Or shall I return?

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