Cover Reveal: Short Verses & Other Curses

Short Verses & Other Curses

Short Verses & Other Curses

Coming soon.

And so is Christmas…

Coincidence?

See Newsletter Love (008-15) to find out how you can get a free pre-release pdf version of the book personally inscribed by me to you.

Ho ho ho

 
 

Short Verses and Other Curses #3

(a third round-up of my haiku and other diminutive discourses posted here and there throughout the cybersphere)

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I have no answers
I know just that grass will grow
and that leaves will fall

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destroy to create
say the gods and demagogues
pain’s higher purpose

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think and I ignore
say and I start to wonder
do and I believe

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when everything hurts
each thought, each breath, each step, each…
then nothing can hurt

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it’s not the disease
it’s the dis ease found within
the mind is the cure

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low, gray clouds advance
footsteps crack like breaking bones
the wind’s chill churns deep

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each quest has an end
each question has an answer
stay still; stay silent

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time is everywhere
and moves in all directions
clocks mislead us all

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existentially
to exist means to suffer
it’s the angst of choice

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sometimes, to be heard
it’s best to remain silent
to be seen–vanish

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it’s the irony
it’s the humor and folly
life’s absurdities

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the shield or the sword
cower safe behind despair
or attack with joy

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the wind fuels the flame
the light sustains the shadow
life’s paradoxes

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the pine’s evergreen
or the maple’s sudden fall
flare comes with a cost

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who’s the next Gibran
who’s the next Kurosawa
can twitter tell me

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each morrow’s a chance
what becomes becomes what was
is is all there is

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struggle through the din
yield not to the damning knell
onward to the calm

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absence is sublime
the void becomes the proxy
memories feint truths

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dismiss this missive
for to me alone it speaks
a lone I must heed

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Tear me into pieces
and throw me to the wind
release me to the currents
never to be whole again

Each scattered bit of me
soon forgotten as a whole
will never forsake my spirit
and will forever retain my soul

Short Verses and Other Curses #2

(a second round-up of haiku and other diminutive discourses of mine posted in various places throughout the cybersphere)

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Primal December
I ache for those pagan days
Saturnalia!

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It’s those voices;
those penetrating and perturbing voices;
ethereal voices spoken from faceless mouths;
Yes, those voices.

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how I view the world
requires not my eyes to see
my life’s perspective

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long and dark-filled days
the light that once pleased now pains
still, faith guides my way

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tho’ beyond my ken
speak unto me with thy tongue
whispered words betray

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land between rivers’
nine year death knell rings no more
lies alone prevailed

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Now is not so bad.
But, it always seems
to be a little better
as Then.

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Surround me with such things
Erudite things
Simple things
Things of pleasure
Things of pain
Any thing
That can both
Take me forward
And can bring me back
To where I long to be
And to where I forever dread

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minds provoked, pursued
the beating and burning heart
graves settle but dust

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the blood turns not red
until the wound has occurred
truths are bound by scars

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the slow burning fuse
the flash of the fireworks
none live less the spark

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mete me with wisdom
mete me with the hidden way
blind, I find no bliss

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empirical lust
a burning need for knowledge
cant douses the flame

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Love’s arrival
demands Epiphany’s flourishing trumpet.

Love’s departure
requires no such song.

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forge forever on
tho’ dark death rewards us all
forge forever on

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whither journey’s end
is that which eludes me
yonder shall I go

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from mind to matter
believe it and it shall be
you determine you

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sing out savior songs
dance free amongst the cherubs
listen for the wind

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if we chance to win
we must also chance to lose
both promise rewards

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who among us all
leave no footsteps in the sand
who can bar the tide

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the word is as told
its telling built empires
deconstruct it all

Short Verses and Other Curses #1

(an initial round-up of haiku and other diminutive discourses of mine posted in various places throughout the cybersphere)

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the wind is blowing
unsecured treasure take sail
there goes my resolve

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Time’s relentless pace
Truth content in slow pursuit
where has Wisdom gone?

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The laughter fades
and the dawn never breaks
How still is the air
when the laughter isn’t there

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like decaying leaves
first we whither, then we fall
oh, the coming days!

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matters of the soul
ascendant hallowed secrets
the aching wind cries

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well-worn and wanting
pocked and patched yet still preferred
beauty lies within

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transcendental we
eternal epiphanies
pure stardust and light

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ten-year retribute
sanguinary salvation
land of the horsemen!

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sullen sky today
yet still, aspirations burn
shadowed paths revealed

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my mind is abuzz
aspiring and desiring
a karma fuel source

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There is no point.
That’s the point.

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the silent stars know
so, too, does the muted moon
angels fall from grace

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If we all are of the same matter,
then we all must matter the same.

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the moment is nigh
when once self-evident truths
succumb to madness