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
*The Forest*Fern and bluebell thriveDense trees forging green shelterFootpaths meander.Mystery at every turnGnarled roots display nature's art.Forest canopyDappled sunlight and shadowRustling undergrowthSpring is stirring steadilyEpiphany of nature.Delice194126.4.15
Gathering Darkthe sun has a smileangry - weeping - red passionthe sky wears a grin
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
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
Will I also returnI was young as spring,and held to autumn's windlike pomegranates in the highest branches, before crows hollowed them autumn flurries returnwith the scent of fallen fruit,dying leavescrushed underfoot, shelter for next spring
night sky haikuadorningthe temple's roofcrescent moon
Persephone: A Haiku Persephone's close; watch as ruby red poppies rebel on crossroads.
Haiku 12late spring stormthe wet robin rests,chest heaving
The Window Seat窓際の席日本の旅はもう三回目だった。今度シンガポールから上海向けの飛行機に乗った。そして、乗り換えで名古屋の中部国際空港へ行った。面倒くさいなあ・・・たしかに。でも、窓から眺めたと、見たことのなかった絶景が目に映った。日本人たちさえ驚嘆した、"す
Haiku 4Grey skies thick todayThe air is cool and wispyRemembering sun