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.
disorganizeda big pile of stufffull of opportunitywhen it's organizedthere's nothing but what is thereno unexpected treasure
'Til I Crack.You're throwing rocks ata glass tower; it's onlya matter of time.
silent bellreverberationsfading reminders of timenever quite gone[echoing ArwynandCole ]
Resound bell finally stilledreverberations lingeredbounced around the square
you did Not...of course nothe wouldn't dare...old Mulehe's smarterthan doing thatfor suredifficultto disturb himat homeexcusesfor staying inare goodreclusiveold beast enjoysquiet[answering ArwynandCole ]
blue plate (miyoji)hot fresh rhymesall you can eatfor free
Don't waitWait is all I doMy plate it will fall intoWake up you moron
too early (haiku)*winter butterflyan unseasonable warmthwhere are your flowers*(I think)
Day WalkerOld Mule stirs on aSunny Monday afternoon.But he stays inside,It's much to bright and shinyFor a nocturnal old Mule.
12 Petalsorigami pieceevolves as my mind wanderstwelve paper petals