Ghosts (Haiku)
Ghosts in love. Slowly
Disappear into this fake
Place, filtered and cold.
Second Fight episode 2 HOUR 9
Second Fight episode 2
Midway Strike!
Sixteen assassins faced Superkick
Superkick’s kick was amazing
One assassin kicked into a van
Another into a computer
Superkick knocked out assassin Y6
Y6 woke tied to a chair
Dasher questioned him
Superhero Element, who controls the elements
Froze Y6’s hands together
Y6 admitted he worked for Evil-Teeth
‘Wasn’t that obvious,’ Said the supreme heroes!
Dear Graduates (Hour 18)
Dear Graduates,
An entire class of walking portraits,
emerging selves eclipsed by worried dreams
shuffling through illusionary thresholds,
initiated by the anxiety of insecure authority
governing by mandate
while still teaching through sleepless hearts.
A world of wild dreams chase you,
untouched and promising, your lips speak of a
relevance somewhere between the safety of naivety
and the dark truth of responsibility.
Structured learning taught you to function as a mass
within a system that produces the individual as a part of the whole.
How much will you rise above the rest? Or how far will you fall from where you stand?
It’s up to you now, anything more you want from the world
has to begin with your efforts. It won’t merely be provided.
No one is entitled to care about your feelings,
or to listen to what you think. If you want those
relationships you have to cultivate them.
Create your path, or life has a way of creating it for you.
But wouldn’t you rather choose it?
BRAVE ENDEAVOR: Journey of the Turtle
Traffic speeds along,
slow he moves and slow, as still;
Guardian angels.
Hour 21. (2019)
A koi surveys his pond
From emerald depths
Along the sandy ground
To sapphire heights
Above the surface
It floats freely through the cool streams
Taking in the kaleidoscope of a summer day
Therapy Dog
When Gracie cuddles up to me a fur ball of love is all I see. I refer to her as my therapy dog and people seem to play along. But it’s really not a joke to me. My Gracie is great therapy. There’s nothing wrong in any day that sweet Gracie cannot chase away.
Continues
Thought it was just a marathon
The course work has taken a shift
In the third hour after midnight
A new obstacle to vent
From the starting blocks began a lengthy foot race until the end
Nightfall has brought in subterfuge and water
Time to swim
Triathlon
Add a few more miles to that
Count a couple dozen laps
Avoid the pitfalls and do not end until given all you have
The course has changed as courses do
This time while in mid- stride
The path to victory never simply done
Still there is strength inside
Hide and Seek
I slip through the undergrowth,
Ears pricked, tensed.
The world goes silent around me.
I can smell the aftershave,
Hear the deep voice locked
In muscled throat, he struts.
I wait.
Whiskers tremble, pupils widen
As day melts to night.
He slowly slips to sleep…
Claws take deep to dirt and flesh,
One scream splits the night.
As he dared to lay in bed,
The jungle took half his stock.
All The Babies [Prompt 26]
- They are the babies,
at first, they were two,
then we gained a few,
now they are a crew!
If you feed some more,
these felines take the door.
You’d think they are poor!
They are well-fed and sly!
This backyard feral group,
coming for their soup…
Another way to die (quantum of solace)
I don’t think I’ll ever understand the sick, twisted mentality that can permeate
our society like cancerous growth. So many of us die in shame after living an
entire life in a false perception of dignity. They try and push their own false convictions of morality
on others despite the fact that it doesn’t affect them in the slightest.
They don’t understand the depths of the socratic paradox
as it pertains to their own philosophical shame. But as they
rise, so do they fall. They’ll always be there to try and
perpetuate the travesty that is injustice and we’ll
always be there to thwart them, to find yet another
way to die in a world that already kicked the
bucket.