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.
Late DecemberA beautiful day,Sunny and cool afternoon.Multicolored leavesFalling from trees to the ground,Time passes by on the breeze.
soft time gently flowslazy winter afternoonreading books in the atticthe light moves across the floordusty sunbeams glow
sightedshe's sitting in the desert storm staring down her sightsat a prey that could never be caught
didactic, in a japanese wayI.grab an idea andhold onto it as tight asyou possibly can.II. weave your perceptionsinto singular design,as a spider spins it's web.(the irony issomething so terrifyingcould conceive so much beauty)III. see the web. disregard the architect's guise.IV.it's a leap of faith,bleeding your dispositiontil the fount runs dry.the reward is catharsis -oh beloved concubine.V.never surrender -desire will always prevailover discontent.the worlds in words are countless,in abandon there are none.
In the DepthsEveryone has depths,Ones in touch know where they are.The brave go diving![a spark from ewaldsreef ]
tsunami nami namida 津波哉 波は収縮する 涙tsunami kana nami wa shūshuku suru namida tsunami . . .the wave collapses and then tears
#MyDayInHaiku 2014-12-15Winter blues—waves of depression ebband flow . . . but I find strength in words of hope and joy.
departing (miyoji)slip awayin soft silencegoodbye
looking around youthere are no strangersthere are incomprehensionsseek understanding
12 Petalsorigami pieceevolves as my mind wanderstwelve paper petals