HomeCuddling insideThe embrace of your heartIt's so warm hereThe beat is the gentle lullabyeThat my sighs and breath fall intoPlease, never part from this place we call homeBecause home is here, together,In eachother's arms,Within our heartsAlways together
They Call me GrownIt feels like breathing in fog tonightThe air is warm and movingA chapter of my life is coming to a closeHow will I ever know just what's to be done?I still feel like I'm a child,Yet they call me grownAnd I'm coming to the conclusion thatAdults are just overgrown children,That have lost the joyAnd the mistakes they makeAre almost no different.Oh, to be caught in between them!Independence burns on my fingertipsBut my mind reacts slowly, and scared,To be called a coward was not my ambition,But I feel like one now.
Think Unresponsive CloudsI want to tear down these cloudsLike the heavy curtains they areThey hang there, hopelessly,Not parting, nor breaking into tearsLet me shred them away, I beg of you,Before I go madBecause I feel like a caged beastTrapped under these unmoving, thoughtless cloudsLet freely shine the sun
OneSome people want to be known by the worldTo be honest, I don't think it be worth it.Why have the world know only your face,When one would know your heart, you, so much better?Why sell yourself to everyone in the world?When you could mean the world to one?
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
sunflowersthey smile at the sunpetals opening like arms reachingfor more light
Haikus from the woodsLight through the branchesGreenish flower scents arise!Blind man sees anewDe la lumière à travers les branchesDes senteurs verdâtres de fleur émergent !L'aveugle voit à nouveauLost kids in the woodsThe human-faced tree stares,Hidden in the darkEnfants perdus dans les boisL'arbre à visage humain observe,Caché dans l'obscuritéVegetables grow -Among the desolationSuch foodie colours!Des légumes poussent -Parmi la désolationTant de couleurs gourmandes !
Lilac II - tankaa star-glow connects their breaths -a river path. in lilac light she forgets to sigh.
Haikus from a nostalgic strollThe mist exhaled by the lake,When the bloody moon appeared in the sky,Was petrifiedLa brume expirée par le lac,Quand la lune de sang est apparue dans le ciel,S'est pétrifiéeFlowering Spring Even this old oak would like to wipeYour drops of tearsPrintemps en fleur Même ce vieux chêne aimerait essuyerVos gouttes de larmesIn the absence of my wife,My heart still beats for this young sake saleswomanLying on plum red leavesEn l'absence de ma femme,Mon coeur bat encore pour cette jeune vendeuse de sakéCouché sur les feuilles rouges de prunier
Stars of JasmineI.Stars of jasmine each unlike her, whateverI may think.II.Unfamiliar birdsabove a mower's thrum my ear itching.III.No moon tonight.The freeway whispers no moon.IV.Midnight:Closing the bookis easier now.V.Discovering antsnesting under the carpet.How hard such work is.VI.Now that I have tomatoes,dark spots on the basil.VII.During the rainthe tallest bamboohad fallen; quiet.VIII.Insidea spider vibrates temple bell.
.i hear those sailorslost at sea, those white winged soulsfloating in the blue
February 2009 Haiku-Wrimo1.winter rain-an old pot fillswith moonlight2.sunrise...birdsong fallingfrom the mountain3.just in timefor the newborn-snow flurries!4.gang signson the old church door...winter deepens5.stillness...a cloudof white breath6.deepin the raven's cry-southern drawl7.midnight walk- between each starthe cosmos8.resting awhileon Issa's death poem-the fly9.morning thaw-the bulldog's growlsoftens10.loneliness...leek soup coldin the crock pot11.crowsbecomingdusk12.one cloudthe shade of mango-winter's end?13.beggingin her native tongue...day moon14noon rain-children pourfrom the school bus15.each strand of cobweb white dew16.smotheringthe prayer candle-evening fog17.my last dollar...a scrap of daylighton the table18.thunder!one small faceat the window19.stretching between seasons earthworm20.gatheringthe prisoners-winter rainbow21.starry night
night sky haikuadorningthe temple's roofcrescent moon
Haikus from a foreign landThoughts flee the graveSakura petals remainVestige of my soulDes pensées fuient la tombeDes pétales de Sakura restentVestige de mon âmeBald monk beats the drumOn the blue lotus, a bud!Byôdô comes to lifeLe moine chauve bat le tambourSur le lotus bleu, un bourgeon !Byôdô vient à la vieMy nights are aloneSo are the crying mountainsBed filled with shadowsMes nuits sont seulesTout comme les montages en pleursLe lit est rempli d'ombres
Haiku 4Grey skies thick todayThe air is cool and wispyRemembering sun