#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
Evil listens to
When I sign for people
Who do not hear
Evil glistens too
When the silence hovers
All that they fear
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
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
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.
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
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