fear controls, great terror,
attack its core, like a mirror,
and free your soul....
...
the true earth feeds me,
the pure air breathes me,
the gentle water heals me,
the real sun sustains me,
...
Freedom means
Unbind these chains,
Freedom sings,
To choose as well...
...
sorrows kept you moored,
in distant shores,
unburdened to me, your woes,
darling...please come home.....
...
butterflies....
metamorphosis of flight,
hormones' real might....
...
I need to leave,
save face, for the good of the team
Its what's best for us, give us growth,
learn to let go..........
...
I look at you, and thought of what we would have had,
but trust me, you wouldn't want me,
after all that I went through,
I can see the vain in your eyes,
...
time fast approaching,
it dawn on me suddenly,
the pendulum of reality,
swinging into the inevitability,
...
If I were to write something about myself, words fail to describe,
my true essence, its true character, its wit and its form,
Melodious like poetry, non the norm, such as an artist would cast
himself as the subject and to the world bare his soul, it takes courage,
...
Fashioned me a heart, where do I start?
passionately create this rare work of art,
one that's made of gold,
doesn't corrodes as it grows old,
...
water surrounds me, constantly,
it undulates beneath me,
its motion, soothing, gliding, lulling,
lts sound so seductively, caress,
...
I saw the white light of dawn caressed the vestal night,
Rivulets of light passed painfully through the naked night,
for it clings to the true sky,
Evidence hidden among the stars somewhere,
...
I gathered dust in its clarity,
the ground meets me, crushing me brutally,
my legs gave way, crumbled to the ground,
shackled, bound, beaten, smacked around,
...
logic follows the straight and arrow,
glides perfectly upon deduction's flow,
how instinct prevails, owes a debt to experience's lot,
sensing perhaps a reason to its deliberate act,
...
(INSPIRED BY THE BEATLES SONG 'WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY
WEEPS)
Shadows of winter, full blast,
...
time fast approaching,
it dawn on me suddenly,
the pendulum of reality,
swinging to the inevitability,
...
Decisions.....
Leaving....Beginning....
Starting all over...
Ocean deep that runs....
...
the walls around me no longer encased me,
My cell has vaporized.. and set me free..
No longer trapped.. I hopped with glee...
Looking forward to the future ahead...
...
Forty years ago...
I may have danced with you....
Or say I love you...or not?
Thirty-nine years ago....
...
The winter of my heart denies...
the one that I truly desires...
Were I to wrestle your soul..
and win you as my prize....
...
I write from the heart, oftentimes, its a song that inspire me to write, just simple songs, I always wear my heart on my sleeve, that's my bane, I'm so easy to read, pathetic sometimes, I do tend to kinda say the lamest verse, so do understand, I'm just a beginner in this hand)
***s.S.H.***#2 Fearsome Haiku
fear controls, great terror,
attack its core, like a mirror,
and free your soul....
***Some Sort of Haiku***
Although you say 'my heart bare, my mouth mute' your poem reveals that you carry with you a heart that reads and a voice that speaks. Keep writing. Best wishes.