Haiku Collection III

Blue ink and black ink
Utensil for what we are
The blood of the soul

The chaos theory
A universal spectrum
And we are but dust

Civil through daylight
At least that’s what they would wish
Oh, sweet Juliet

Twist the truth for me
Push and pull what used to be

Haiku Collection II

Leaf shaped like a heart
Crushed under a careless heal
Small and innocent

Sit under a tree
Casually with dew drops
Be one with the Earth

Filled with clouded thoughts
Unable to think or move
It’s mal-inspired

Gnarled branch is wise
Gnarled tree is much wiser
What of a gnarled forest?

Trash left on the ground
Piles higher and higher
The Earth wastes away

Whispers in the wind
A tree makes good company
Lonely in the shade

Remember the Butterflies

What is this thing?

This indescribable thing.

This powerful thing.

This driven thing.

This tender thing.

This caring thing.

This passionate thing.

This thing.

What is this thing?

Is it a hand slipping into a hand and not letting go?

Is it a kiss on the cheek for the sake of a kiss on the cheek?

Is it a hug when a hug is needed?

Or is it a hug just because of the possibility of a hug?

Maybe it’s something more abstract.

Is it the butterflies in your stomach?

Is it that shiver down your spine?

Is it the feeling that nothing can go wrong?

Is it that rush every time you see them smile?

Whatever it is,

Hold on to the rush.

Do not forget the shiver.

Remember the butterflies.

Haiku Collection I

Crisp air fills my lungs.

The sun is bright, warm, and high.

A beautiful world.

 

Time always passes.

A bell rings to mark the hours.

Day in and day out.

 

Looking for her face,

Trying to spot a good friend.

Waiting forever.

 

A brilliant teacher.

Crafting minds like they were clay.

Babysitting job.

Of Consequence

Build me up
and the towers of Babel will come to mind.
Tear me down
and make sure nothing is left behind.

Build me up
and let it all go to waste.
Tear me down
and do it double, no triple! post haste.

Set me in motion.
and make no accommodations.
Watch me fall
along with all my aspirations.

Set me in motion.
If for nothing, then just a test.
Watch me fall
and lay nothing down to rest.

Give me a song
so that all may hear my cry.
Take away my voice
so that the song may live to die.

Give me a word
to ease my pain and sorrows.
Give me a thousand more
to ruin a thousand tomorrows.

Give me your heart
and I will do the same.
I will cherish and protect
and you will carve your name.