Haiku!

Why’s so much haiku

endlessly filling my feed?

Overdone, and wrong.

Stifled

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.

Stasis

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.

Paradise Lost

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

 

The Space Between

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.

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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.

Cycles

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