ChimeraA chimera in the darkA chimera in the nightRun for your lifeRun for your lifeThey biteThey killThey snapYour bones in twoA chimera on the runA chimera chasing youRun for the hillsBecause they'll ripAnd scratchAnd mutilate youWith snapping jawsAnd grabbing pawsTeeth as sharp as hellRun form meRun from meFor I am a chimera too
The Motions of LifeGoing through the motions of life.Living. Not breathing. Not here.Just a faded echo.Emotions lost. Just guilt.Why me? Why me.I don't want to say goodbye.It hurts. I can't forget. I'm lost.I want to forget. Why did you do it?Why did you hurt me?Concrete walls encage the heart.Crushing it when it tries to grow.You made these walls, not I.To vanish. Beautiful peace. Beautiful endless peace.No more suffering or hurt. No more pain or sleepless nights.Too many hands. Too many villains.I'm lost.
To Find a LightThe world doesn't need me.It has enough poets.Artists.Filmmakers.My hope is my lover,Who's angel heartHolds my head aboveThe water to stop meDrowningIn this great pool of tears.My shrunken body,Lost in darkness,My only company a small light;My love who guides me.There are other lights, thoughI do not see themOr feel their warmthBut I sense their presence.For these lights are the people whoCare, but I have lost my ability to see.The ones who hold me, who calm meWhen I'm weepingScreamingImages in my head so vivid.So alive.Memories of a distant past thatHaunt me.I know they are thereI know they see meClear as skies.But their reach is hard to graspFumbling in the dark.
Ode to LoveLook at you, so small and quaintSo pitiful, yet so alluringWaiting for me without a complaint,Subtle sweetness on your lips, luringMe to a place of false affectionAnd honesty. While you devourMy heart with your insubordinateAnd impractical opportunistic infectionThat which you call love! Pray tell, how'reYou to expect our hearts to coordinate?I remember once, while kissing your lipsI felt my heart soar, with utter blissI must be caught in insanity's grip,For my love was lost in the black abyssAll those years ago when the manWho took my dreams also tookMy soul. Now I am merely a shellOf the girl I was before this began.You say you can help me but just lookAt what little he left me with after sanity's knell.Little boy, how can you followSuch a damaged girl so absolutely?Do you not find yourself in a wallowOf worry, hurt, and utter astuteVexation? I am puzzled by your devotionYet I cannot find it in my heartTo turn you away, for I fear that loosingYou would hurt
Running, FreeRunning waterStreams we'll never seek,Running through the Earthat such a ferocious pace.Not for ourselves,Not for our world,But for freedom.A freedomthat doesn't exist:not really; Not at all.A freedom to live, as life is precious.A freedom to love, as love isalways free; we just need tofind it.Or, if we cannot,Create it.Where is it?In our hearts, our minds?Our spirits,or merely our imagination?Or perhaps it is nowhere;after all, if it were somewhereit would surely beUsed.Gushing through valleys,the liquid of life,the thing that keeps us standing:But with one blow it is all Gone.A spurt. A choke.Dead.
To LoveThou shalt not fear the end;But fear the lover instead,As it is those we love who destroy us.
HAIKUWRIMOCOMPLETE 2013February 28th, 2013Dire desperationA feeble whimper for help;roar of these raw times.February 27th, 2013Gluttonous ash cloudsucks the moon's bloodand swallows the night.February 26th, 2013Bark! An explosion!Angry bodies escape thenetwork of lung cells.February 25th, 2013Silently cloning,multiplying, honing in,determined to kill.February 24th, 2013Tea and sympathyreadily availablefor my dear sister.February 23rd, 2013I will hold my breathas the north wind does the samewaiting for your love.February 22nd, 2013He hovers behind;Hamletian apparition.Always following.February 21st, 2013A long slow curve,your smile upon my shoulder,a scar of your touch.February 20th, 2013Dandelion seed,Where do you go while I sleep?To whom do you run?February 19th, 2013Whorls from fingersImprinted in the treesCount their rings too.February 18th, 2013Orchid explodes.Sudden
singing with the windwindy afternoonsupple cattails bend and swayhis world is motion
available nowlove is like a bruiselurking just beneath your skinbegging to be born
Metaphorically SpeakingPeople are like books;full of stories and easilybroken at the spine.
Advice from Master ShaoAs the Spinda movesSo the grass on the hill flowsA beautiful danceAs the Swablu singsSo does the wind in the treesA beautiful songAs the LunatoneRises in the evening skyThe moon does alsoBreath as the breeze doesAllow the wind to carryYour spirit awayThe world always movesRegardless of what you doYou must also moveSing like the SwabluRise just as the LunatoneDance like the SpindaStop to enjoy lifeOr it will move without youAnd you will be lost
(and the dark stopped being scary)once I fell asleepbeside you, I no longerhad need for nightlights.
TimeYears have left us,And we're still waitingFor time to begin