Soft and SteadySoft and steadyIs the way one breathesOnce night reaches a certain hourIt terrifies meTo be awake while you sleepBecause my demons are hungry for powerThey whisper their doubtIn the crevices of my mindWhile my soul tries to fight them awayPanicked, I quiver,Though not alone in this winter,I'll breathe when you promise to stay
Long WeekI don't feel like myself todayAnd I don't know whyIn fact, I haven't felt like myself all weekAnd it's driving me mad, that I can't even speakTo explain this odd feeling, a feeling so weakIn spirit, in color, in all that I call, "me"
I Want to Know YouTell me about youWhat you love, the past you're running fromTell me the person you'd like to beWhere you'd like to go, where you feel at homeIf you're scared of being alone... just tell meIt might be arrogant to promise, but I'll listen.Tell me about youAnd we can lose ourselves for a whileIn the fragility of words and the slow slip of timeIn that wonderful propinquityOf just simply being with each other
Thunder OpposersWords, create shapes,As you enter the air.'Cause we're whisperin' Against thunder...And he doesn't careThat his rumblin' drowns our voiceHis shadow, our lightSo words, take your shapeAnd strike back, or take flight
Serpent HuntingThe King of the SerpentsLays in his jungleWatching passers byWith an unblinking gazePinning his preyTo the walls of the backdropFrozen, and waiting,They watch as he swaysHe dances once for themThe beautiful macabreOf twirling and slinkingTo a song that he hearsWhile the jungle remains silentFrozen, and waiting,Lost in his danceIn that moment of fear
Ink VeinsDripping, slipping ink dropsFrom the forest of my veinsPool there, beneath my feetBut they do not cause me painAgony, others call it.Watching drops slip down my wristsYet they balance, before falling fromMy pearly fingertips
SoulThis soul that I callMe, fits perfectly, with thisSoul that you call you
Dreaming of SummerThe night before, I dreamed of summerOf endless blue skies and wanting hillsides and greens and the blues in all their vibrancy I flew upon the feeling of wanting to see youOf meeting you, by plans or chance, to walk this summer path with youAchingly, freedom filled, in a place when time and obligations did not existAnd I thought of you, turned to see you...I woke up to darkness the of my roomBeyond the drawn curtains, dark clouds expectant with snowI sighed, and curled up in my comforters, shutting my eyes againTo dream
Bar SceneYo ho hoAnd a bottle of dreamsOne on the house, for the love thatI bearDrinks all aroundBrimmin' with cloudsThe foam bubblin' over Like fate in the fog
Cross Stitch CloudsLike a counted cross stitch masterpiece,threads of purple clouds unravelacross a flaming sunrise.
Haikus from the moonSad grin on the moonSteaming ruins on Earth's surfaceThis world is dying -Sourire triste sur la luneDes ruines fumantes sur la surface de la TerreCe monde se meurt -Lighted by the starsHow impatient Nature is -A camellia bloomsÉclairé par les étoilesLa Nature est si impatiente -Un camélia éclosCold tears falling down,In front of her mother's graveEven time has stoppedDe froides larmes qui tombent,Devant la tombe de sa mèreMême le temps s'est arrêté
HaikuWriMo 2009, Feb 1-281the cheshire cat'sgrin-crescent moon2serenadingfrom a rusted whirligig-the last cricket3kite bones-autumn stillin the trees4morning riotbursting from the eaves-pigeons!5holding my breath,the warm airof rain threatens6a man's handfingers curled in death-dried leaves7thunderclap!a cat panicsacross the roofnight deluge-come morningshriveled worms8windowsshutting out the chill-moonlight spills in9ice age-my feet against his10after a downpour-detour signpointing home11zen dawn-duckscontemplating puddles12frozen moon-dogs cruise the streetin a wake of steam13bitter night-sweet stench of smoke14scorched earth-sandbaggingrow on row in the rain15nudeawaiting the brush-clay pots16waking from a long sleepa dusting of snow17storm watch at dusk-the north-bound planeswallowed whole18fingers in my food-a pagan underthe solstice moon19a path of smooth stonesleading meto a house no more20song
Haiku 4Grey skies thick todayThe air is cool and wispyRemembering sun