but toast wun be dry
strawberry jam delightful
tho' honey is good
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but toast wun be dry
strawberry jam delightful
tho' honey is good
th' honey is good,
maple sticking to warm buds,
melting hot and smooth,
satiating drought,
on a humor ride of ingest,
spiraling my throat
spiraling my throat,
clinched syllables gaze unheard
squeezed by my unrest.
squeezed by my unrest
the ketchup packet bursted all
on these jeans of mine
On these jeans of mine
Reminiscent fragrance
We worshipped Spring grass
We worshipped spring grass
while countless millions suffered
an eternal bloody winter
Eternal winter,
Nifelheim iciness—
Colder than Grim Death…
Colder than Grim Death,
The One True Equalizer,
Cut down like the grain…
Cut down like the grain,
The Reaper’s bloody harvest
Souls bound—heaven or hell…
Souls bound—heaven or hell—
Does either truly exist?
We will know in time…
We will know in time,
Perhaps when too late recall,
What is done is done…
what is done is done
yet the sun rises again
as the eagle soars
As the eagle soars
high in the sky, its prey seeks
shelter from attack.
Shelter from attack
as a logical strategy
to stay alive and dreaming
Alive and dreaming
I see the bleeding corpses
That died for my dreams
This is an awesome site! what an awesome idea to have a continuous haiku!
That died for my dreams,
which I wish would disappear,
into the shadows
:D first post for me
Into the shadows
hiding from the dark within
keeping watch without
keeping watch without—
raining black feathers earthward—
raven silently mourns…
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...ne/Feather.gif
Raven silently mourns
black as night sky thunder clouds
crying tears of rain