(2013)
Haiku about how life can sometimes feel overwhelming
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
