Why do I yet sin?
Why does my soul feel anguish?
This burden called sin.
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Why do I yet sin?
Why does my soul feel anguish?
This burden called sin.
This burden called sin
Destroys my soul entirely
He raises me up
He raises me up,
I rebel and turn away,
Yet He still abides.
Yet He abides,
As persevering as I
He teaches me love.
He teaches me love,
He reveals me who I am,
"Why me Lord?" I ask.
awesome haikus....amen...
why me lord i ask
willing and yet powerless
my spirit within
my spirit within
ascends, spirited anew--
claws let go, at last
Claws let go, at last
The lion begins to feed
The flesh of the feast
the flesh of the feast
devouring the delicious
dainties, make a toast
Dainties, make a toast
Vows for a new begining
Now the time resets
Now the time resets
you are free to start over
try not to screw up
Try not to screw up,
I may want to have that sup,
That she cooked for me.
that she cooked for me
is a suprise, and she did
a really fine job
a really fine job
exorcising the demons
that torment my soul
that torment my soul
is another flashy gem
ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is bliss
Must be some kind of genius
I feel pretty blue
i feel pretty blue
cloud nine seems too far away
from where i now sway
from where i now sway
the music in the wind sings
heart expands unfolds
heart expands unfolds
to ask the question, lover
do you see me still?
do u see me still?
for i'm no more here, my sigh
echoes in the air...
:wave: hey littlewing, welcome to the addiction again!! :thumbs_up
do you see me still
my heart sings to you alone
undeclared outloud
good morning symph..:D ..it is so delightful to write the haiku...
morning :) (uhm its almost midnight in here though!)
hmm 2 haikus i see...
undeclared out loud
some things are better unsaid
sounds are sounds mere.
echoes in the air
comes back to haunt my nightmare
sounds are sounds mere.
so enjoy yr haiku symph...inspiring....
sounds are sounds mere
unheard in morning silence
the soft singing bird
thanks :)
the soft singing bird
could not have sung so sweetly
if u were not here
if you were not here
the red flowers would not bloom
days would seem so long
days would seem so long
chained hours dragging their feet
clocks stand reluctant.
anyway, cya littlewing, i'm off to sleep now *yawn*...
clocks stand reluctant
time considers hesitates
forward backward still
Forward, Backward still.
One step forward, two backwards.
This life seems so- flat.
this life seems so flat
squared by the daily duties
a routine ho-hum.
A routine ho-hum
Chief cook and bottle washer
Is there more to life
is there more to life
than duty, work, forbearance,
before death hits us?
before death hits us
let us play and laugh and love
live while you still can
Live while you still can,
Devour the delicacies,
Let the sun warm you.
let the sun warm you
the starfish lining shoreline
twinkle under moon....
twinkle under moon
star bright Venus is declared
the love light of June
The Love light of June,
Wonderous in its beauty,
Glares brightly on us.
Glares brightly on us
This flower in early spring
Quite attracting us
Quite attracting us
are the amorphous clouds that
sweep us off our feet.
Sweeps us off our feet
like an old time movie
dancing on dust