[OCD] Haiku Thread Compiled

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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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

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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!!

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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!

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"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

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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?

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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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if you're tempted to help erect this page too, the easiest way to do it seems to be to open up a new haiku thread window and replace the number of the current page (found towards the end of the URL) with the one you'd like to enter, and keep doing that until you're ready to type another poem of your own/write elsewhere on the forum/sleep/eat/invent hairbrushes for pixies, etc.
you might already know this secret, :nod: but i only discovered it today! :)