"Haiku 6/7/12"

gentlemen morose
ly tie their tie monoto
nously with each day

Learning

Discovering that the dusty fly on the wall Who seems to be buzzing without movement Has been you all along How does one fall upon this knowledge? Was it the monotity of beating dry unpatched wings like a drum again and a again. Or was it the thousandth swing of reality, narrowly escaping through a dead end loophole. Or just maybe it was your heart that gave its last beat with the floating  wings from the last guy to ask just the same

"Haiku Written about the Painting I Found on the Floor"

Splattered against bleed
ing walls these wings will fly me
Away from this place

"Glowstick"

A human glowstick
with many hands for leading
and awesome hi-5s

"Haiku 6/28/12"

Blue birds dart past eyes
like darting blue eyes catching
one’s own dreams alive

"Haiku 6/26/12"

wisps from my coffee
float up my nose as flare gun
in the midnight sun

"Haiku 6/20/12"

In the reflection
of my tea there’s a man star
ing back up at me

"Haiku 6/23/12"

It lives in us all
 A spirit of truth, bravery
breathed through by our God

"Haiku 6/18/12

Monsters ‘neath my bed
more scared of me than I have
come to be of them

"Haiku 6/6/12"

clicking ticking mim
icing motions of the sizzl
ing clouds floating by

"What I pay in"

 Pocket is empty
in bills, viewing hands, they burst
social currency

Accepting wrinkles
Between my fingers with ’ mor-
rows untouched crows feet

Learning

Discovering that the dusty fly on the wall Who seems to be buzzing without movement Has been you all along How does one fall upon this knowledge? Was it the monotity of beating dry unpatched wings like a drum again and a again. Or was it the thousandth swing of reality, narrowly escaping through a dead end loophole. Or just maybe it was your heart that gave its last beat with the floating  wings from the last guy to ask just the same

"Haiku 6/11/12"

Accepting wrinkles
Between my fingers with 'mor-
rows untouched crows feet

"Haiku 6/2/12"

crumbling  between fin
gers, blinded by these bubbles
bursting beneath bees

"Haiku 6/4/12"

eternally star
ing at a blank chalkboard that
shall never be filled

"Haiku 6/5/12"

relenquishing met
al bars from hands held fight with
hearts leaving gutters

"Haiku 6/5/12"

relief reefing through
my veins, they all seem to cease
explosions crack smiles

"Haiku 6/7/12"

gentlemen morose
ly tie their tie monoto
nously with each day

"Haiku 6/6/12"

clicking ticking mim
icing motions of the sizzl
ing clouds floating by

"Ringside"

ringside has become the
place to confide, wide open
abide by bell toll

"The Thing I'm Most Afraid"

When I fall asleep she haunts me. Taunts me with her beauty. Leaving and coming. Coming and leaving. When I'm awake she haunts me. Taunts me with her beauty. Leaving and coming. Coming and leaving. When I hear her voice, it sends goosebumps up and down my arms. When I see that smile, it sends goosebumps down and up my arms. When her eyes meet mine, I become lost, losing touch of such.

"Scribbles"

Todays best work comes
from spirals’s backs, scratching with
Out thinking these days

"Written on your coffee cup"

Dogs swim freely with
girls who smile through the broken
glass shatter with me

"Curtains"

The sun through the curtains reminds me.
Reminds me that there is more than this here. Near and dear are people faces and cases of time to be had.
Yet I fear it is time to hop on my bike for first period.

" "

Please read the title
You can see it too, can’t you?
I’ve been blind these days

"Her Smile"

Her smile, ever since I’ve seen it. My eyes grew at the view of amazement.
         Shake.
Soft hands.
          Caress only what is nearest.
As the eyes meet, the pairs would never look away.
     If only I were Partick Swayze.
Alas we are only who we are dancing with our smiles held together on this dance floor made up of only the constellations glistening in the moonlight.

"Skipping Stones"

skipping stones across
river, rippling amongst faces
stone face skipping ‘cross

"Morning Frost"

As you open the door
What do you happen to gaze upon the floor
It's the spirit of a lover lost
gone away with the morning frost

"Haiku Written about you in Economics"

Ocean in moonlight
Glistening in the sunset
Her body is this

"Footprints"

Why is it when people leave footprints on my heart they trample, just so,
but when leaving all they do is a simple tip-toe.

"Tea Haiku"

The lemon at the
bottom of my tea is pout-
ing it makes me sad

"Drip"

Sweat dripping from my
Mind why can't I find how to
Stop momentum reach

"Threads"

Finally caught up
Wait still tripping on the threads
of reality