StruggleWhy is my heart so filled with sin?Why must I struggle with this filth within.Save me Lord from myselfAnd show me how to love.
Sleep TightIt's a bright night.I might write about:Thoughts of a fight!Then a flight from spite...Don't bite.. You're too uptight.But don't delight in your plight.It's not right to skite.What a sorry sight.Gotta reach quite a height.I'm not quite uprightOn this bright night.Sleep tight.Sorry sight.
FatigueI have had enough ofThis bitter drink.Too tired to think.
Sinful WorldA broken man, shattered by his lover.Fallen tears splash in the gutter.I am sickened by this sinful world.Why do people have to hurt one another?
Another Day - Another NightWhy do I sit at the computer all dayWhiling weary hours away?I think the nights must know me well,Hoping for something to cheer my soulI fear the sleep that steals my timeAnd while away another day.
The SpectatorFrustration finds itself in you.And if you weren\'t such a favoured friend,I may have never bothered.But since your friendship means so muchI will throw myself into the depths of despair,And leave with down-turned face,The notion of a friend behind,Who shared my weekends kickingA ball around a park.I hope that we will long remain friends,And with that hope I lift myself from the depths,To enjoy your company as you freely give it,And set my sights on the game.
Butterflies of Your LoveA torrent of soft wings floodover my closed eyes,as I see myself from the outside,dreaming of you.Butterflies (a million shades of white)caress my faceand flow around melikeyour love.
Silence haikuano hito desu.shizuka ni narimasu.utsukushii desune.
I drownI too fight against the tide.As I am pulled backand forwardI hopeThis torment makes meWiser not weaker.And as we pass the breakersI find it ever more difficultto swim ashore.I feel guilt, like a weight,pulling me underAs I drown in your emocean.
A Corner of Skya light blue cloud singing in your hand folded once, then once more; the wings of your origami crane I breathe in deep the flesh-like tissue uplifting me through fluttering lids to a corner of skyall to myself, lighter than birds kiting through the draft and rush, reaching for the sun I have no voice with which to sing no feathers, I; still I bank and soar,trying to remember you
(and the dark stopped being scary)once I fell asleepbeside you, I no longerhad need for nightlights.
Chaosthe Queen of chaosfrays, rents, rips, eliminatesa complex decay
Hakuna Matatano cares in this worldsing hakuna matataand just fly away
Advice from Master ShaoAs the Spinda movesSo the grass on the hill flowsA beautiful danceAs the Swablu singsSo does the wind in the treesA beautiful songAs the LunatoneRises in the evening skyThe moon does alsoBreath as the breeze doesAllow the wind to carryYour spirit awayThe world always movesRegardless of what you doYou must also moveSing like the SwabluRise just as the LunatoneDance like the SpindaStop to enjoy lifeOr it will move without youAnd you will be lost
and poetry is our baby.We are old lovers,words and I, finding shelterthrough the stroke of pens.
Night haikuThe moon comforts a waveBefore its impending deathUpon the shore
Masterpiecea Monet sunsetdotted along the canvaswith clouds by Van Gogh
Morning haikuA burning sunriseThe eyes catch fireWash my face in the pond
12 Petalsorigami pieceevolves as my mind wanderstwelve paper petals