(2013)
Composed 03 March.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.