Some HaikuFAITH
Faith beyond all else,
Absolute and engulfing everything,
Supines hard and dark.
ILLUSTRATED MAN
With savage prayers
Deserted, branded, cold, man
Tattoos self in spite.
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How Life Began on EarthLife was birthed from the immortal womb as a pomegranate - at puberty, he split open and, raw, found himself filled with innumerable bleeding cushions of pulp that gods waited to touch to their teeth.How Life Began on Earth
He began in Armageddon - got high through the murderous rage that boiled the moon and poured it into the mouths of billions uplifting their heads - dealing in the inadequacy of the human body to fully express great passions.
He grew through years the way water is swept down stairs, in great blasting waves of silt and murk.
Time progressed backwards for him, over the knobs of great invent
by ~SusurrusInGrass
Mountain ClimbingA massive shadow of doubtMountain Climbing
tugged against the cliffs edge,
hanging, idling, swinging and ready
to fall over his head at any moment - but he kept climbing.
Pebbles dug into the tips of his fingers and a blade of grass slid cleanly beneath a fingernail.
He clambered and skittered,
slid and ascended,
and all the time that shadow threatened to come crashing down on top of him,
Chased by the side of the mountain.
by ~SusurrusInGrass
Cosmic LunchThe Cyan gas pulled inward by gravitational force Revolves meanly within the white ceramic mug And respires with the consistency of coffee.Cosmic Lunch
The silent, resonant tundra of moon Splays, sliced, at the edge of the blue-white patterned china plate And relaxes, comfortably garnish.
The rutilant form of fiery plain Winks redolently, slurping at the edges of the glass bowl And swims, dissolving slowly in its own heat.
by ~SusurrusInGrass
RutilantSmoking with his head back,Rutilant
lying,
emitting smoke above his eyes and watching the red ember dazzle,
dangerously close and a vertical beacon…
he lies in such lifelike reality to seem foreign,
and strange. The cigarette,
an extremity of his being,
the soft immobility,
quietness,
and resignation encapsulated in the wires of hair extending across his down-turned eyes…
it reels in the child,
keeping an eye to his clasped knees -
jeans brilliant,
deep with detail,
so it would seem by his desperate meditation.
His hair,
geo
by ~SusurrusInGrass
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This is my Twisted Little Thing I Call my I M A G I N A T I O N!
I shall delve more deeply into your gallery when I find the time, though I already get the feeling I will enjoy it.
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a. crow cowboy candycane ghost(hh)
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The roads are bent, cluttered with deer
The deer move their heads and then trample,
Crisscrossing like stirrers for black coffees and sugar - milk’s always sour.
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Mind on paper_
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You ate with the silver gleam like a moonbeam, bent like a dent in molten metal, tarnished from too much heat, too liquid crystal burned, too needle-point speckled from hidden-vein’s syringe.
[link] I'm honored you like it
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