Tuesday, September 27, 2005,11:04 PM
The Sun Fades Away
The sun fades away
Over the hill
My thoughts begin
Opening my mind
Rivers of emotion
Rambles of words
Often reminding me of
What I can be.
 
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,11:02 PM
Tomorrow (haiku)
tomorrow's sunshine
reason for living today
what do we hope for?
 
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Monday, September 26, 2005,11:17 PM
she leaves me again (tanka)
she leaves me again
haven't we done this before?
call me when you're there
across the telephone wires
how is it that she knows me?
 
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,11:14 PM
tarantula (tanka)
the tarantula
obviously sees my face
can I hide my fear?
is he as frightened as I?
then why does he run to me?
 
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,11:12 PM
my daughter (tanka)
my daughter loves me
that alone keeps me happy
how long will that last?
will she always feel this way?
I hear her coming to me
 
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,11:10 PM
death (haiku)
the world gets smaller
our knowledge keeps expanding
do we have to die?
 
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,11:08 PM
song (tanka)
humming a new song
finding me comfortable
can you hear it, too?
if it bothers you, tell me
I will keep it to myself
 
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,11:06 PM
tires (haiku)
old tires smell like death
no longer useful to you
let it have some rest
 
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,11:04 PM
past (haiku)
haunted by the past
we pretend to not notice
when is tomorrow?
 
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,11:01 PM
house (haiku)
my house shows its age
I am able to hide mine
the house covers me
 
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,10:44 PM
trucks (haiku)
trucks in the distance
painting their sad tapestry
the whippoorwill sings
 
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Sunday, September 25, 2005,11:15 PM
Dusk (tanka)
The Sun falls asleep
listening to the birds sing.
My soul awakens.
The warmth from the ground rises.
The past comes back to my mind.
 
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,11:11 PM
Memory (haiku)
He follows his past,
letting it take him away,
leaving the present.
 
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,11:08 PM
The Bug (tanka)
he's in a hurry
the bug crawls over the leaf
his life will be short
a lot of work with no rest
we should learn something from this
 
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Saturday, September 24, 2005,10:46 PM
She Seems Older Than Me
She seems older than me, the flower,
Being more familiar with the earth.
She knows the Sun well,
Appreciating the morning.
When the night comes
She knows to bow her head.
Even though she needs the rain
She never seems to beg.
Her ending is soon
But she takes it in stride.
She seems older than me, the flower.
 
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,10:44 PM
Rain (haiku)
Hard repetition
One falls after another
The grass is happy
 
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Friday, September 23, 2005,2:56 PM
Past Tense
When the world says do
To the people who will
I find myself nowhere but was.
When the world says is
And the people say why
I find myself saying because.
 
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Thursday, September 22, 2005,10:42 PM
I've Always Thought
I've always thought
a certain thing about people
who use pictures of things
like dragons
or swords
or fairies
above or beside
their poems.
They halve to be living
in a fantasy world
or a drugged up dream
or a half-brain life.
It didn't take long
for me to realize
that I'm in the same boat
as these people,
I just don't have
any dragons
or swords
or fairies
around or beside my poems
in my fantasy world
or my drugged up dream
or my half_brain life.
 
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Wednesday, September 21, 2005,10:23 PM
Another Hurricane
The
man walked
up the mountain
thinking that he could
find another way to keep
dry, but as he arrived upon
the mountain's top he felt
a drop upon his
head and he
started to
cry.
 
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Tuesday, September 20, 2005,8:24 PM
Flower (tanka)
Mixture of colors,
One stronger than the others.
Delicate balance.
From outside perceived as weak
Strength is hidden by beauty.
 
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Monday, September 19, 2005,10:14 PM
Colores
Mi cara es blanco.
Mis manos son rojas.
Mis pies son azule.
Que color es mi corazon?
Soy un American.
 
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,10:10 PM
Future
Tomorrow is a magnet,
Pulling,
Tugging,
Forcing.
The clock is his ally,
Rigid,
Constant,
Repetition.
Today is yesterday's tomorrow,
Ending,
History,
Forgotten.
 
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Sunday, September 18, 2005,10:30 PM
Breeze (haiku)
The breeze is welcome
Spirits rise for more air
The leaves now join in
 
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,10:28 PM
Clouds (haiku)
Clouds are hovering
Heavy, dark, full of water.
The Sun is sleeping.
 
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,8:27 PM
Clock (haiku)
I hate the morning.
The Sun loves to laugh at me.
The clock now snickers.
 
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Saturday, September 17, 2005,11:31 PM
Love (choka)
Use it as your guide.
Follow it to your last day.
Let it fill your soul.
Breath it like the morning air.
Wrap yourself with it.
Hold it like a treasured jewel.
Spread it whenever you can.
 
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,11:25 PM
Fall (tanka)
I mourn the last green.
The Fall has the feeling of death.
Even knowing this,
I am lulled by its beauty.
The hard Summer causes this.
 
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,11:22 PM
Children (haiku)
children give me joy..
watching makes me feel young..
oh if I were now!
 
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Friday, September 16, 2005,11:16 PM
Spring (tanka)
Spring coming,
reminding me of youth..
the wild energy
spread out in many ways,
not knowing how fast it ends.
 
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,11:12 PM
Moon (tanka)
moon visits me,
telling me what hapened
while it was away...
not always a bad thing
to run away from the sun.
 
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,11:06 PM
Rain (tanka)
Soft drops of the rain
Form camouflage for my face.
Standing long enough,
No one will know my sadness.
Most of the drops are my tears.
 
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,10:54 PM
Flower (tanka)
flowers sleep
hiding their colors
like all people,
looking better rested..
sun is the alarm clock.
 
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,10:51 PM
Canine (tanka)
dogs bark at night
thinking that they hear someone..
how foolish they are
imagining such a thing..
who would be up at this hour?
 
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Thursday, September 15, 2005,9:46 PM
Raining
drip drop drip drop
drizzle drizzle drizzle
more more more more more
wet wet Sound wet
pour drip pour pour
pour pour THUNDER pour pour
Sound drizzle pour
THUNDER poor Sound THUNDER
more more more more wet
wet THUNDER moor pour
Sound wet wet drizzle more
more drizzle drizzle drip
drop Sound drip drizzle
Sound drip drop drip
drop drip drop drip
drip drip drip
drip drip drip
 
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Wednesday, September 14, 2005,11:08 PM
Rain (haiku)
I miss days like this
Drizzly days always soothe you,
Opening your mind
 
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,11:01 PM
Thought
Right brain
Left brain
Nerves and blood
The maze of thoughts
That try their best
To make sense
Out of everyday life
Past
Present
Future
Miles and miles of wires
Long distance
Wrong numbers
How do I tie my shoes?
 
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,4:54 AM
Words
Words
Hard blocks
Utility
Deadly weapons
Hurt when aimed
Thrown against walls
And windows
Scream at day and night
Unlock secrets
Spread rumors
Change beliefs
Give comforts
Show knowledge
Correct mistakes
Explain reasons
Make friends
Heal painful pasts
Clear misunderstandings
Allow apologies
Soft
Useful loving sounds
Words
 
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Tuesday, September 13, 2005,5:40 PM
A Jot
I sought,
(I ought) so
I bought
a yacht,
but not
a lot
of what,
I thought, of money.
 
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Sunday, September 11, 2005,10:20 PM
Dream (haiku)
dreams will float away
smoke shadowed, distance of time
never coming back
 
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Saturday, September 10, 2005,10:41 PM
Time
Clocks only know numbers.
12:13
They don't learn from the past.
They don't look to the future.
12:14
They don't remember yesterday.
They don't hope for tomorrow.
12:15
They don't care if you're late.
They don't care if you're early.
12:16
Clocks only know numbers.
 
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,10:39 PM
Morning (haiku)
I hate morning...
Sun loves to laugh
clock now snickers
 
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Friday, September 09, 2005,11:35 PM
Night Air (haiku)
night air
filling my soul
empty thoughts
 
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,9:20 PM
My Hall
The wall of
my hall in my house
had all
that Paul
would call the charm of
a mall.
This Fall,
the tall cousin of mine
(the ball player)
said "y'all need to repaint this."
What gall!
 
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Thursday, September 08, 2005,10:43 PM
INK
I looked at a
New pen, and I
Knew that it wouldn't last forever.

It eventually will
Not be able to
Keep up with me.

In it's final times,
Non of us will
Know the actual hour.

I'll be writing,
Navigating my thoughts, and death will
Knocl on tle do r
 
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Tuesday, September 06, 2005,10:07 PM
Paradox
The more that I see,
the more I am blind.

The louder it gets,
the less that I hear.

The more that I touch,
the less that I feel.

The more that I think,
the less that I know.

The farther you go,
the closer you are.
 
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Monday, September 05, 2005,10:30 PM
La Lampara del Noche
Late at night,
after my last bite,
I tried to write
but I couldn't quite.

My pitiful light
is a horrible sight.
You must sit tight
looking with all your might.
 
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Sunday, September 04, 2005,10:39 PM
Age
I
once saw
an older man
trying to pick up
a carton full of paper.
It seemed too big
even for me,
and I'm
young.
But maybe
it could be
that I'm not young,
just denying that I'm old
I may never know,
because I'm scared
to find
out.
 
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Thursday, September 01, 2005,10:59 PM
August 29, 2005
We stand helplessly,
Seeing, but not wanting to watch.
Hearing, but not wanting to listen.
Our enemy is now invisible.
Who can we fight?
Who can we invade?
Who can we bomb?
Have we lost?
"No", say the leaders.
"Never", say the hopeful.
The dead stay silent.
 
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