Why’s so much haiku endlessly filling my feed? Overdone, and wrong.
Held the tongue, stifled the words, kept in confidence, close at heart, that else would have wrought an unleashing of a wrathful fire of intolerance.
Some things are best left unsaid.
This urge: spontaneous yet ingrained in my soul – This need: like fire consuming and painful, undying – This longing: bittersweet, unfulfilled in moments of unseeming perfection – This void: empty and holding nothing yet everything I have to give, unrealized, unborn, waiting for me to play God.
What is Eternal – the source of referral The point of endless no returns Waxing and waning tides of Creation Rift between Parent and Child Forever abyssal Tomorrow is waking – embrace the breaking Outline forever with time in hand Recall the making – creator shaping Nothing makes Nothing No-thing makes all Tomorrow never comes The Void so sacred – no room for hatred The Vision’s worth much more than words Realms interlacing forever embracing The lost pieces joining The All becomes One Forever is only a day away Washed away Washed away Washed away With the dawn Labor of Love Decayed by the Fall Lost to time One day becomes All My paradise lost
In the space between breaths, where living and dying meet, there caught and held captive in the moment between these moments shared – eternal, agonizing, seemingly unending – exists only the aspect of us that lingers with the last of my longing.
Rapture. 1. The agony of you, so sweet, so pure. 2. Bathed in twilight’s fire, clothed in blood and night, your reign of vengeance stirs me, kindles dying flames. 3. I am drunk on your beauty! As a sweet wine unto my soul is your love, so vicious, forbidden. 4. And yet I dwell in you and shall abide in your wrathful love forever.
This moment, the mood – maker of storms Earth-gift only answers the call Peace in the power passion unleashed The monster unmasked the moment unleashed War here is woken woven in fury feeding the fire fueled by blood Wrath out of ruin enrages the heavens ripples the water the rim of the sky Driven the dawn by darkness unfolding to hide in a heartbeat hanging in stone Still now the storm clouds stricken and empty burning and barren broken by day