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#237(2) Haiku For The Wicked

Evil listens to
When I sign for people
Who do not hear

Evil glistens too
When the silence hovers
All that they fear

#237 Fractions Of Mindfulness

Hear me devotion
Listen to my command
Bring me the whole ocean
And with it strands of sand

Lift them straight up into
The vast and truthful blue
And bear with it a minute
While I eternalize the view

Hear my deviation
A religion in new dress
A phrase of abbreviation
With no more meaning less

Some care for abstraction
I could not uncare more
Bring me tender action
And I will sing of war

#236 Smile By The Snare (Dedicated To Socrates)

Unlike the pope
I like my hope
And kill my sins
With bug spray

And when the rope
Pulls tight I cope
And still I sign
So lovely

Although I choke
My eyes bulged wide
It does not decay
My inner pride

I cannot let this chance
Pass me by
This one chance
of a lifetime

So I spread my legs
And keep my arms straight
And smile so widely
As to not forfeit

My inner anguish
All emotion stored
The astonished faces
They are my reward

As I form a peace sign
Upside down
And watch the follary
Bend and turn around

A laugh escapes me
Before I flee
This world of failed
Philosophy

#235 Come Mourning

Ey, my mourning breath
Stinks like yesterdays leftovers
My eyes are watery
Like oceans, salty, wide

The sunshine shimmering
On the waves bite-sized dust
Bring across my viewfield
A spectrum of drudge and hope

With mixed emotions
I rise up from my soft and structured bed
Where layered blankets
Slowly lose their warmth

And wait for me like reptiles
Until I when shade piles
Dive down under the covers to escape
This world

And live for a while
Only with my personal fiction.

#234(2) No Summer Without Birds

No summer without birds
No poem without words
No winter without snow
No fire without glow

No losses without love
No fights without peace
No science without facts
No faith without belief

#234 Light Birdin (Burdon)

The birds they sing so sweetly
In fragrant lullabies
On branches perched they tweet free
They never tell us lies

Once a while they step - as if sleeping
To judge our obscene laws
Or maybe they're still waiting
For a cascade of applause

They lift from a branch and fly
Away from hairy paws
They perch in trees so high
They seem in sunlight lost

But we don't need to age
The beauty fair binds bring
Let us picture them in mind
And hear them sing

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