Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Calm before the storm
Enjoying the soft coolness
Of a caressing breeze
Hanging over all
The money shroud smothers truth
Gold calves aplenty
Abuse taught me to shroud intentions with indifference.
Caught the creep again
Court of paid for sycophants
Turn the other way
The shroud has been laid
Like a soft breeze corpse cover
Coolness and the Creep
Tears of joy I weep
As memories of you seep
Into dreams so deep
Ideological seep often leads to mission creep
Fireball in the east
Heliacal attraction
Guides another day
day to day view spew
time to put a halt to this
high tide of twaddle
heliacal force
puts a halt the high tide seep
moon dance surrenders
Enveloped in dusk
Evening Night Early morning
Sunrise finale
My sinister self only manifests from dusk to dawn.
Goad the gullible
Bang the terror timpani
Flock fleeced with dull shears
A long days journey
Swing into last call left them
Ripe for the picking
ripe nightshade slumber
vine swing or underground lurk
dusk bound terror traps
Sense all my haiku
Echo o'er the internet
Bouncing off bubbles
Our secret passions echo around our lives in our DMs
A caterpillar
Resolute life endeavour
Be the butterfly
As a Martian here
Landing in this weird strange time
I just have to ask
Is this what you all wanted?
Cause this is what you all got.
what I thought was my
inner butterfly flutter
was just an echo
A lack of vision
Leaves so many things unseen
The detail devil
Toys in the attic
Secreted cellar dwellers
Battlelines are drawn
different endeavours
pear or plum assignments can
go on to become
terribly shaped and gone wrong
or rise up to be raisin
things that go pear-shaped
in the dank cellar below
the obscene unseen
While foraging around he saw zip, zilch, nada. This gerbil in wonderland found nothing but scarcity. Living his life with a fork in a world of soup, His one find; a bottled aftershave labeled “Banshee”. Though intrigued, the furry little critter needed no pheromone smothering tincture. It would only prolong his amorous dry spell.
lacking energy
to try and find a mountain
in a haystack now
the best abyss time
the worst abyss time sushi
raw wrapped existence
I just peeked into the abyss and the abyss peeked back #NoPeeking
mountain comes to me
I go to the mountain or
walk with a mountain
Saucer reflections
Like pansy petals reveal
An alien face
On the prowl for more subjects
Suitable for abduction
Interstellar grail
The frisbee flying saucer
Is headed our way
In the here and now
Maliciousness on the prowl
In crappy cosplay
Riffle sidewalk leaves on barren tree lined streets for October night prowl
My how you have grown
She said with a breathy moan
Eye flutter koan
The rustle of petticoats is the real music of a debutante ball
Sisyphus pushing
No decline on the incline
Or lies will roll down
as the atoms bind
to rustle up new moon shine
it's white lightning time
falling asleep to
the rustle of electrons
atom to atom
A Scroll Threw Life 