A Petal From The Once Lost

That little box in the back was opened for me;
Hid before, he had the key.
I stood in hunger; the lid rose,
Slow and calculated.
I leaned forward for a chance to quiet
Curiosity of what’s inside,
I brushed past the cobwebs and dust.
It was but a dried petal from that rose...

Cracked and brittle it crumbles at my touch.
‘Tween my forefinger and thumb
A sentimental smile spreads,
And I look on, stoic,
Before a breath escapes my lips.
Then away and gentle, its floating,
Dusty and cool; In the wind now,
Caught in the sails of that ship in a bottle.

I hunger for your presence, my friend.

Do not deny me a glance upon your face.
Make it so and come forth to me
For I cannot know justice or compassion
Until my pallet has your form.
My eyes are blinded by the memory
That embrace, that night-as-lovers.
I hunger for your presence, my friend.
No longer does your memory mollify,
And in my sleep I suck my tongue for
A lingering morsel of your presence

Winged One

Wings are constructed,
Born of Necessity.
I fly from you now, and I take my love
Fastened with wings and next to me,
Companionship soars and soars, and falls
In a tempest of sun and breeze.
I am not saddened in this loss
For it is The Furies Way.
Alone, I shall have my wits won;
And you, an oiled bath for one
Delivered by chance.
Diverged from a destiny,
I fly now to amuse
Swooping for solidarity,
On wings of necessity
Over the edge to a new land
Over the horizon's gate
To a day that’s free of fate.
Lost are the shackles.
Lost is the despoiling hate.
I fly far from the sun.
And in my parting, the lessons' done.

Adeimantus wanted a couch

Adeimantus wanted a couch, and
Journeyed along for the liking.
With good on his side, and strength
He ventured upon a barrier in regard.
Someone needs to make that couch,
And found, he called them Moderate.
Someone to protect this couch
Is needed to accommodate.
Found the guardian was
And later called upon as Courage.
A Ruler is in order, now,
To fashion around the couch,
With wine the found was witted Wise.
Then, upon the couch he found himself
And he fleeted a branding of Just.
Responsible, then is left alone
Without a subject to be married;
In the feverish city in need of a couch,
The man was nominally mistaken
Taken then was the speech sputtered by the Socratean
And in its place was found a western thought
That capital is for some and for others is obligation
In this place they find truth and grin for they have not.
This man desires as one in many
And as many in one. This man
Can neither be hated nor loved,
For moderation, nor courage nor wisdom
Is afforded this, but made it hitherto.
In this city, we find a couch
Shrouded by desire as need.
Find light and dark is born.
This is justice with a couch.

American Haiku #5

Fundamentalists,
Searching the crowd for recruits,
Found him: boy in need.

American Haiku #4

Tranny turned out tricks
On a dark and doleful night.
She's loved and hated.

American Haiku #3

"The end is coming!"
Prophet calls on city streets.
Walked by, he shed tears.

American Haiku #2

Girl calls the hotline,
"What if it's going to hurt?"
Nurse replies, "It will."

American Haiku #1

What's on a park bench:
Battered king on his dolman,
Closing eyes once more.

Tao Reflection #1

Unseal your tongue and say nothing.
For, there is no more desire in your heart.
Be cautious no longer. For, you have no fear of destiny
Compassion is left in your gentle soul
And a stoic look is emitted from your eyes.
Give to your neighbors that which they desire,
Value that gift as Gift, and refute a nameless battle.
Do not pity them. For, to give pity is to recognize vice.
Heroes are to be ignored, and know that
To commend them is to give power to their foes.
Take not the credit for goodness, and you will have it.
Unseal your tongue and you will have no want.
This is the foundation.
This is the path.

Numb

White out.
Little ice bastards
Flew with the air, an attack
On all who don’t concede.
Surrender to it and one will be spared
From their blades, little edges.
They cut and stung me until
I was drunk with pain.
Then, numb.

Reflection

The rays' reflection
Dance and jump from the
Brown, muddy pond water
I watch, captive and squinting,
Pondering my own time.

Time's a'Changing

My grandfather's grandfather bound yours by the hand;
And I bound to you by the heart, hand in hand.
Together our colors mix to a beautiful shade of gray.

Interpretation of Wang Wei

One cannot see the space between mountains

But nevertheless His words hum through the valley

With it, the deep forest is made bright again,

For green moss is shined upon from above.