now that's a cool haikuuuuu Kzzzz!
melt down the igloo,
I felt so greedy and shy...
all that water, mine!
now that's a cool haikuuuuu Kzzzz!
melt down the igloo,
I felt so greedy and shy...
all that water, mine!
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
raindrops can't be caught,
but they can be stopped by lips;
let's dream of angels.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Let's dream of angels
on fluffy pillows so soft
in a bed of pure white snow
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
in a bed of pure white snow
the sun burns away the mist,
leaves a canvas, paint!
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Leaves a canvas, paint!
and the artist softly smiles
knowing he has touched
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
knowing he has touched,
hands along your face in prayer.
Shucks, it's kind of sad.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Shucks, it's kind of sad
its too cold to go outside
I hang up my skates
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
I hang up my skates,
I think of the Book of Luke.
Did Luke write with wine?
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Did Luke write with wine
or blood, staining the page with
words of violence?
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Words of violence
Venting his secret anger
Showed her no mercy
Showed her no mercy
Shaved the resolve from his restraint
Surrendered to love
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"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Surrendered to love,
painting apples like Cezanne,
only one tree bears.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
yay cezanne!
only one tree bears
the graceful drip of knowledge
split from sprouted seeds
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
split from sprouted seeds
and a tree grows in Brooklyn
how I want to climb
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein