Haiku: Bleary keystrokes

They call to me; early, impatient,--and creaking. Looking down at the keysand squinting through a cracked mirror of blur,raising hands which are balloons of lead,to push into life words that wait in the queue of the addled Tilt-A-Whirl in my smeary mind. I find that the "T" key and the Space Bar will have nothing...

Haiku: We are all in The Village

Freedom is but an open door to illusion.When we are "entertained" we are numbed,numbered...and herded. For we all live in The Village,all bright and colored and quaint,yet impossible to leave and driven to stay yet we dream of freedom that laughs at us...and raises it's skirt to promise easy love.We are flowers in a terrarium;growing...

My life as a Bagel

It's 4:00 in the morning and I have risen from the all too brief, coffined sleep; driven by both insomnia and thoughts that race as shards of glass from a mirror cracked. There in the dark of one small lamp, I see the keys and they call again to feed from me, from my soul's...

Haiku: Thorn in my Eye

A sudden look from afar this smoky room,A fleeting dream of hearth and home...only a glimmer;A dream caught and trapped forever in gleaming glassWhile the thorn of her gaze both punctures my mind and brings my heart of rusty gears to full stop.

Stuck

He was stuck in a placewhere he saw his broken visagereflected in the screen of sheer honesty;wasting away from decisions from the long road and regrets from the short road he could not resist. He pounded his fist towards the unforgiving skyand screamed at God for creating his own existenceand asked--begged--for it to be done....

Haiku: Storm in the Night

Light and fury,shrieks of a sinner's windawaken the numbed souland sweeps away the dried heart.

Tight

He woke with "Danny Boy" stuck inside his headand forced himself to get up while his body screamedfrom it's every part, "stop moving!". The chemo had done it's part,he was suitably exhausted and looked the part of Karloff's stand in. He was as tight from head to toeas an old war-drum.The heart inside him beatas...

Awake–and numb: A Haiku

Six months....and sober; Finding my way back from blind rage and drunkenly hurting others still numb inside waiting for a drink that won't come.... The numbness envelops me at times making me want to experience an altered state where my mind can go rogue and make my body it's weapon of choice and leave my...

Bars and Locks

The barred doors of the cell of the past and the misunderstood assumptions present in the ones close to the heart insure the cell of the future is to be a sentence of life; For the crimes of memory and resentment is a prison and offers no escape and no parole, And the key is...

Morning Tarot: A Haiku

The horned one appears in fire; fanning the flames of the past-- and the all consuming worship of self; at the cost of the beloved many. Two blades arise and as they point to the earth, they signal a caution of the fall and to be wary of repeating the past and the lust for...

Pushing through

On any path to a new chapter there stands a wall. It rises from the asjes of the past and spans the width of the dreams it pushes against. My wall is constructed of used liquor bottles, broken hearts and dreams, paperwork and reports piled up, and shattered emotions from my loved ones. It's mortar...

“Don’t Tell Everybody”

Stepping out of the usual haikus and short poems, I wanted to get something out into the world. I was recently given advice I am not going to take. It was given with the best of intentions and with a giving heart, but it was inherently wrong for someone like me. You see, I am...

A Haiku with No Name

Awake so very early-- feeling, for once, at peace with how the book of my life is now being written. Chapters newly scribed, not repeated; Pages newly turned, not yellowed and moth-eaten; A binding no longer cracked and useless; A new tome with a new story to tell.

Alone in the Rain: A Haiku

The rain is driving and beating me; it pelts me like a scorned lover and soaks me to the bone as blood soaks the soul, and with the same unmerciful guilt. Wherever I go, it is there; Whatever I do or choose, It lives-- and closes its' frigid grasp around my heart and tears it...

Falling Up

When I was a boy, I would stand on my head a nd gaze at the deepest blue sky. Surrounded by grass as green as emerald fire, I would wait there, baffled as to why I could'nt just let go of Earth and tumble into the blue. @baffled#haikuchallenge

Random Tarot: A Silly Haiku

The damn cups keep showing up first and nine of them, of course, they're reversed so I'm either in love of stuff I don't have, or something I want, I a'int getting. Great. Thanks for the great start. Then, here we go again with the King of Swords, Sitting and grinning at me like a...

Time is an Anchor

The days roll by with dusk arriving as an early friend, but the days themselves seeming to linger longer when you are waiting for a special time to come. Time is like and Anchor to my soul; an Anchor I must pull and toil against to get to the goal that beckons, so hard and...

Random Tarot: A Haiku

The Star shines down upon a true rebirth and of newest hopes; A new Knight appears holding the cup to be filled, lifting it high to toast a new time of balance and strength; Whilst a Tower; wrapped in fire and chaos warns that change can be unstable and forbodes chaos if the path is...

Aries Falling: A Haiku

The Ram has slipped from the cleft and has fallen onto the ledge below that overlooks a desolation. He struggles to get to his feet...alone. He will have a mighty job to climb the rocks and, again, see the sun and the summit but now he lies in torment. He raises himself in pain, to...

Random Tarot: A Haiku

Three are drawn, open and ready to fill themselves with abandoned relationships and lost bonds; Two carved of wood appear, writing in words invisible that life is distrupted and made less through conflict; A mighty King arrives, his word drawn and held in a cold, unforgiving hand, saying " Woe to you...your inner frost will...